I used to go to a naturist resort

naturism-video-clips-freeI will add a funny story for you and for your son that might put his mind at ease. I used to go to a naturist resort each summer with my cousin and my aunt and uncle. This was from age 16 to 18 or so, in the early and mid 1990s. My aunt used to take a few photos each summer of the family and our friends.

Last year my cousin, who is 35 now, found an old picture that she had never seen before. A picture of the two of us together, when I was 16 and she was 17. We are posing with one of my best friends from our trips to the resort, a boy named Stephen who was a year older than me. He’s in the middle, and Jodi and I are on either side, and we’ve got our arms around each other and everyone is smiling and no one is wearing anything but sandals.

Jodi found this photo and thought it was such a nice picture, we all looked happy, and at first she couldn’t figure out why she’d never seen it with the other family photos. Then she realized … Stephen had an erection. Apparently her mom didn’t want to include it with the other pictures because of that. But Jodi thought it was hilarious, and she couldn’t wait to show it to me. This young boy, his arms around two young girls, all of them naked, and he’s got an erection and a big old smile on his face. Cracked us up.

But the point? It was completely innocent. There was nothing lustful or inappropriate about it, and at the time we didn’t even notice it, so he must have covered up or done something about it pretty quickly. Tell your son that it’s no big deal unless he makes it a big deal. It’s natural.

while looking for the nude beach

18133201Well, this whole story happened last summer, when my friend and I were spending our vacations in Palanga. We met two women from Riga who told us that they had found a nude beach on the coastline. They mentioned that ever since that time they had been sunbathing there, and, according to them, they were enjoying their time greatly. My friend had always been a reckless girl, and so she managed to talk me into trying out this kind of beaching during some hours. The next day we met those two women while having our breakfast and asked them how we could get to that nude beach. Having got all the necessary information we took off and headed straight there.
I should mention that the way to the beach was rather long and tangled, and I fully relied on my friend who seemed to lead the way unhampered in strict accordance to the directions given to us during the breakfast.
If you have ever been to this place you must know that the beach there consists mainly of dunes, that is the coastline is presented by hills and hollows which make this beach a wonderful place for peaceful pastime, far from the eyes of strangers. This made the matters still more complicated for us. Sure enough, we couldn’t have walked around looking behind each dune in search for nudists. But we were lucky. When we reached the place of our destination we saw a girl at some distance coming out of the water totally nude. Being quite sure that we have found the nude beach in question, we positioned ourselves for sunbathing in a sand hollow and got stripped. The weather was anything but hot, and so we had been just playing cards and sunbathed for a while. Finally the moment came when my friend and I started to get curious- after all, that was our debut one a nude beach, and we had managed to see only one nude girl so far! We decided to go bathing, and look for some more nudists. Moreover that we heard some voices not very far from us.
When we showed up from our hideout and started walking in the direction of water which was some 500 feet away. Our neighbors were our first disillusionment. In the nearest hollow we saw a young couple spending their time sunbathing. The guy was wearing his swimming trunks, and the girl was topless. Having decided that it is a small flock that has not a black sheep, we walked on- I am reminding that both of us were nude. You must have guessed by now that on our way towards the water we hadn’t met a single nude person. Instead, our parade created a true commotion. Practically all the male population of the beach decided that this was the right moment to take a refreshing plunge into the water. I made the last few paces with the feeling of losing my consciousness; our defiling was starting to remind a free strip show. The last straw was that when we finally reached the water we saw the girl whom we thought we had seen before bathing nude. She was wearing a swimsuit that was simply the skin color! But this way or that, it was her whom we felt somehow familiar with, so we approached her and asked where the nude beach was. Fortunately, she knew that place and gave us the exact directions. It turned out that we took a wrong turn while looking for the nude beach and rounded right in the place where regular beachers from the nearby hotel were spending time sunbathing. So, this is the story. It is rather embarrassing, but nevertheless, it is amusing.
During that trip we managed to find the nude beach after all; we spent great time there and even got acquainted with some native folks. By the by, those people were quite alright, without any abnormalities or something, as a variant for your vote outlet. I am not saying that after this my experience in nudism I became a true fan of nude beaching, but if there I were to choose between sunbathing wearing a swimsuit or nude, I am most likely to choose the latter.

my first ever time going really nude with other people around

naked-russian-familyMI guess I’ll do my first posting here since it asks about another first time thing. Ok, I’m Nathalie and my first ever time going really nude with other people around was two years ago when I was in high school. Four classmates and I went out to this small lake on one of the boy’s grandmother’s farm to go swimming during the summer (obviously). All 3 of us girls had swimsuits under our shorts and tops so it didn’t start out to be a skinny-dipping trip, just a place to swim. The two guys had cutoff jeans shorts and tshirts and they were going to swim like that (minus the shirts). Anyway, after we were there for awhile we really liked it because nobody was around and it was like a private little lake on private property. One of the boys was joking and said he should have brought some cards so we could play strip poker and one of the other girls said you don’t need cards to play strip poker, you can do Rock/paper/scissors and the loser has to take something off each time. The winner can challenge anyone they want to. The more they talked about it the more they acted like they were really going to do it. I was the quietest because I was probably most shy of the entire bunch and also I was self conscious about myself to the point I even dreaded taking showers in gym class in front of other girls.
They finally decided that one boy and one girl (luckily not me at first) would do the rock/paper/scissors thing and we’d play until somebody lost all their clothes. It couldn’t take long for SOMEONE to lose because I figured the girls are all wearing a two piece swimsuit and the guys either had one or two pieces of clothes on, I didn’t know if they were wearing undershorts or not.
Anyway, to hurry it up, the boy lost the first round but when he took off his shorts he still had undershorts on. So the girl challenged the same one again to try to get him totally naked but he won the second time so she had to take off her top, and so it went. Each time something came off it was thrown up on the rock at the edge of the lake so it wouldn’t get lost in the water. The funny part was everyone was standing in water pretty much up to their chest so the guys were pretty well hidden when they got naked and the girls just kind of bent their knees enough to keep the water level higher than their breasts when they took their tops off. Everyone continued to play until everyone was nude and I really felt pretty giddy about it and actually liked how it felt to be outside with absolutely nothing on.
The swimming and horsing around was fun and the longer we were there the less everyone tried to hide under the water. By the time we had to get out of the water and leave, all five of us were standing naked up on the rock together retrieving our swimsuits and shirts without making any effort to cover ourselves with our hands.
It was pretty strange to me to recognize that I felt LESS self-conscious standing with 2 guys and 2 other girls totally naked on that rock than I did in the school shower with girls in my gym class.
Since I was 17 then I didn’t get a chance to go nude in public again until I’d graduated from high school and started in college. On Spring Break nine of us went to St. Martin and spent 5 days at Orient Beach last year and that was the most fun yet!
If nothing else, I’ve learned that a tall, pale, skinny red-headed girl doesn’t look any worse naked than I do in a swimsuit, so why bother to wear one? I hope this posting is ok with everyone and I’m not breaking any rules or whatever. THANKS!

People who mostly soak naked

naturism-videoMy Girlfriend and I have lived together for about 1.5 years and in that time I’ve been chatting with her daughter on facebook and generally working on her. She is also heavy set and did not like her body or nudism. But now after all this time she now is fine with us being nude at home when she and her hubby visit and she is MUCH more comfortable with her body. She has told us that she is even nude at home a lot now and she posts comments on her Facebook page about positive body acceptance and supporting our nudist lifestyle. When it warms up next year, or if they come over for an indoor party by themselves, I plan on suggesting they get comfortable here and not worry about the clothes. But, if she has her sons with her we can’t do that as we can’t be nude around them since their father (her ex) is not ok with it, yet. We’ve been slowly educating the boys about nudism and even put a nude photo of the two of us by our pool on display where they could see it. The photo is very tasteful and while we are fully nude, I’m sitting while Carla stands and no genitals are showing. Anyway, they saw it and mentioned it which gave us the opportunity to further explain that we are nude whenever they are not around and that we are more comfortable with no clothes. We also explained that there was nothing wrong with, nor in seeing our picture. We hope to have them out to soak in the hot tub one day and we plan on having a sign stating that no suits are needed in the tub, which will again get them talking. Then maybe one day they’ll want to go without suits as well, even if we can’t yet. Or we will take them to Orvis hot springs and explain on the way what to expect as it’s clothing optional. We’ll ‘probably’ wear suits to prevent problems with my girlfriends daughters ex but if the boys say it’s ok for us to not wear them, we probably will go without. Anyway, it would be a good way to get them around a larger group of people who mostly soak naked.

So, slowly, we are helping friends and family, as well as strangers, learn to be comfortable with social nudity and hope to expand our efforts in the coming year.

If I could afford it and had the freedom I would like to do much more, almost full time, but for now I’m limited to part time activism. Maybe one day……

How did I come to be a nudist?

naturalist-videosHow did I come to be a nudist? Well, this is kind of a hard question because I don’t know for sure whether I am a nudist or not. But the fact remains that I am on my way. At least I have made my first, still uncertain, steps. It all started last summer when I first met Andrew. He suggested that we go to a secluded Long Island beach where to meet someone is a very rare opportunity. It was our plan to bring along as many people as possible, but in the end there were only three of us coming: Andrew, me, and my friend Alice.
Alice and I got everything ready for the planned picnic: we bought some food, put on new swimsuits, and took large bedding. Andrew had been already waiting for us at the bus stop. Having been lectured on our tardiness, we got into the bus. There was a long way to go bus and then a few miles to walk, so we started to lose our clothing, piece by piece, while we were still on our way. Andrew took off his T-shirt and used it to cover his head. Alice and I also took off our T-shirts and walked on wearing our skirts and swimsuit tops.
We had been rather tired when we finally got to the public beach. But Andrew did not stop there. Instead he led us on promising to show us some fantastic spot. We were walking along posh villas, the road was dusty and the heat was something devastating. We were dying to dive into cool water and stretch on the bedding! When we had covered another mile we finally took a turn from the main road and walked in a single file along a narrow path that wound its way between bushes and trees. Finally we saw the glade we had been looking for! We disposed of what was left from our clothing and tossed our bags to the ground carelessly and decided to take a plunge into the river. Cool and clean water made us feel alive again. Andrew and I were the first to come out of water.
‘What would you say if I took off my swimming trunks?’ – he asked. Then he continued: ‘I want my suntan to be even’.
I wouldn’t mind him doing so if it was not for Alice being around. I knew she would be scandalized if he were to do this. But I did not object openly to the bloke. He stripped and lay on his stomach, exposing his butt to the sunrays. By the by, the color of his butt did not differ from that of the rest of his body. Terrified by Alice’s would-be reaction, I was waiting for her to approach. Finally I saw her coming out of the water serenely. When she came closer and saw Andrew, she looked like she was stricken by lightning, but she did not say a thing and triying hard to look like nothing had happened, lay down beside us.
So, there we were sunbathing like that: Andrew was nude, while Alice and me had our swimsuits on. When Andrew thought that Alice was no longer embarrassed by his nudity, he took me aside, kissed and said ‘Take off all of your clothes’. Frankly speaking, I had been craving to take my swimsuit off and expose to the sun the paler spots on my body. But in sympathy with Alice I had not done this. But now that we were separated from Alice by a wall of shrubbery, I couldn’t fight the temptation if letting him yank off all the unnecessary pieces of clothing from me. Then we lay on the grass and started playing cards. Andrew called Alice. We did not have to ask her twice, and presently she joined us.
‘Don’t be a coy, go ahead and take your swimsuit off! There is no one around!’ – suggested Andrew, but she only shook her head. I realized that my own nudity was even more confusing for her than Andrew’s, but sweeping away the feeble pangs of my conscience, I remained to be stripped to the bark. After a while we heard the sound of started engine and then an old Buick came into view. There emerged a couple of it – a man and a woman. Having set all of their possessions ready to have a good time, they went straight to the water. They were absolutely nude. Notwithstanding the fact that their bodies were, well, far from being perfect, they were not in the least put out by their nudity and were feeling quite natural. They lay on the beach to sunbathe when they emerged out of the water.
Then it was our turn to bathe. Andrew refused pointblank to put on his swimming trunks. As for me, I put on my swimsuit rather unwillingly, only for the sake of my sympathy towards Alice. I am not sure as for the couple’s reaction towards our emerging from behind the bushes, but Andrew was feeling quite relaxed. He was not even embarrassed by fishermen fishing somewhere at a distance in their boats. When we came out of the water the Buick was already gone and we came back to our old place on the glade. Andrew took off my swimsuit from me without saying anything and wiped me with a bath towel. It was a fantastically blissful sensation to stand amidst flamboyant greenery nude enjoying the life-giving sunrays. And although somewhere deep in my heart I still felt the remains of my shyness, I was very determined to forget about it, not letting it get me down.
Andrew tried to do the same to Alice, to help her to fight her constraint, but she only rushed away in panic from him. After this he let her alone for a while. Then our conversation flowed to discussing the ways of breast enlargement, and Alice started teaching me some daily breast enlargement exercise complex. To demonstrate the work of breast muscles, or maybe because her desire finally conquered her shyness, Alice let her swimsuit slip to her waist, and we started doing the exercises together. Andrew caught us in this very position, kneeling close to each other and doing some intricate exercises. Alice was awfully embarrassed and put the straps of her swimsuit top back on her shoulders.
It was getting late and it was time for us to start packing our things and go back home, but we wanted to take yet another plunge before we leave. Andrew and I decided to do it nude. Holding hands with each other, when the water reached our waists we looked back and to our utter surprise we saw Alice standing by the water… totally nude!
Tired but happy and full of new impressions, we were getting back home. It was our first experience of bathing nude outdoors, an unexpected and enjoyable experience. Now I am anxiously waiting for the summertime to come to continue my acquaintance with nature in its primordial form. Andrew and I plan to go to the seaside. And I know for sure that we won’t need any ‘textile’ pastime by the seaside anymore.

My first experience was actually by accident

naked-russian-familyHi. My first experience was actually by accident. I just come home from school. I was about 13 or 14 at the time. And I had gym class the last period of the day.
So usually when I came home I would get a shower. Usually I would get undressed in my room and walk down the hall to the bathroom nude without thinking twice about it. I usually left the door open so I could hear the phone if it rang. When I got done with my shower, I dried off and as I started walking down the hall to get dressed in my room, the phone rang. So I ran back down the hall, through the kitchen and into the living room where the phone was. (It was my friend Angela who called). So I sat down on the couch and talked to her for a half an hour. I was sitting there nude and not even thinking about it. When I hung up I decided to watch TV. So as I was sitting there I thought to my self. I’m nude in my house sitting there watching TV. I thought I was doing something wrong. But as I thought about it, it was really relaxing. I could feel the cool air from the air -conditioner across my breast and the feel of the fabric on my butt. I just felt naughty lol. I just felt free. Free from wearing a bra, free from wearing pants or a shirt. It just felt so good.
I new my parents went going to be home till 8 at night. So I made my self something to eat, did my homework and relaxed nude. I enjoyed every minute of it. And ever since that day, I have been doing it since. As soon as I cam home from school I would be nude. Until my parents came home, they did not like nudity at all. One time my mom saw me walk from the bathroom to my room nude and she was, put some cloths on right now. But I didn’t listen. I just stayed in my room with the door shut so she could not see me nude. Lol Well that’s my story!

Now onto my first nudist nexperience, which happened just this past weekend

naked-gamesLet me just start off by saying a little about myself. I’m a 25 year old male and was brought up in a home where nudity wasn’t prohibited, but it was understood that nudity was a personal thing.
I can’t honestly remember ever seeing anyone naked growing up. I did however like to be naked by myself and occasionally swim nude in our pool. I could hardly consider myself a nudist.
Now onto my first experience, which happened just this past weekend. My aunt and uncle invited me to go with them to the desert for the weekend to ride their quads and 4×4. Basically just a getaway. It had been a little over a year since I had seen them and we got to catching up about what’s new in our lives. It was then that they told me that they were trying nudism. The way that my aunt said it was kind of “tongue-in-cheek” so I thought she was kidding. So I said, “If you do it, I’ll do it,” in a joking tone. Nothing else was said about it during the rest of the drive.
After a day of riding and having a great time, I went into their travel trailer to get cleaned up while my uncle headed off into town to get more gas for the next day. My aunt was getting cleaned in the shower so I just started watching tv. After a few minutes, she comes out of the small shower completely nude. After taking a brief look, my instincts were to look away at the tv. She then sat directly across from me and started running a comb through her hair. Having never seen her like this, I saw that she was in tremendous physical shape for a woman in her mid forties. Noticing that I seemed uncomfortable, she asked if she should cover up. I told her that she didn’t have to, it was her trailer and she should do as she pleased. I then got up and took a shower. After exiting the ridiculously tiny bathroom (fully clothed), I took the same seat across from her and started to watch tv again. She asked me if I was open to the idea of nudism and what I thought about it. We started chatting and I noticed that I got used to her being naked, and it became easier to talk to her. She had covered herself with a blanket from the waist down, so it seemed that talking to my “topless” aunt was easier than talking to my “totally nude” aunt. I had told her about my “closet nudist” activities in the past. She told me that social nudism is far easier if you just ‘go for it’ rather than second guessing whether you’ll fit in. naked-nudist-familyBy this time, my uncle had made it back and was jumping into the shower. I told her that my main worry was getting an erection, in front of my aunt no less. She told me that that’s a common fear and that it probably wouldn’t happen. But if it did, it’s not something to be embarrassed about, it’s a normal thing. She then got up to make dinner in the kitchen/living area (yea, it’s that small!). After our conversation, I didn’t really mind that she was totally nude again. Paying more attention to preparing the meal, she asked if I was interested in trying social nudism with them. I told her that I would like to. So using her ‘just go for it’ motto, I stripped off everything right then. “Good for you” she said. Almost instantly, my fear was realized. As soon as that last stitch was off, and she turned around, I got an instant full-on erection. She just looked at me in the eye and said “relax, the hard part’s over.” I sat down and went back to trying to concentrate on the television show. After a few deathly, embarrassing moments, I realized something very interesting. I did not get an erection because I was turned on by my aunt (thank god!), I got one because I was naked “in front of her.” Having never been in this position before, I was reacting to it with a sexual feeling, where it had nothing to do with sex. Once I realized that there was nothing sexual about nudism, I relaxed a lot.
Then my uncle came out of the shower and my embarrassment emerged again. My whole life, I have been on the skinny side and have had poor self esteem because of it. But I could tell instantly that I was physically ,ahem, smaller than him in every way! We ended up talking about that and how self acceptance is really a huge part of nudism. Those three days were probably the most freeing days I’ve ever had. I came away from this trip with a feeling of optimism and great self acceptance and self esteem. In a way, stripping away the clothes freed me from self loathing. I can’t wait till the next trip!

I would have been about 15-16 years old at the time

nakedfamilysexI wasn’t really going to sign up and type about “my first time”, but i noticed there are a few of you who are still hesitant about going out in public.
First of all i really must recommend it. It’s possible the most relaxing and pleasant feeling in the world. Everything everyone has typed about this is so very true.
I live in a very cold country where being outdoors in the nude isn’t as comfortable as i’d prefer it to be, nevertheless the first time i ever went outside in the nude was about a 5 minute walk from my parents home. I would have been about 15-16 years old at the time (i’m 22 now) and it was very much an intentional thing. My family are not nudists, nor does anyone else i know do that (that i’m aware of). I just always remember feeling great when i walked about nude in my bedroom of after a shower. I appreciated how great it felt to have the air around me surround every bit of my body. So, this one day i went along the road, it was pretty overcast and it looked like it was going to rain so i knew there was not likely to be anyone going about. By the time i got there it was pouring with rain, but i knew i wasn’t going to back out of that. No chance. Because the location was rural i didn’t have much hesitation taking my clothes off, i had time to think it over before i went and by the time i got there i figures providing nobody was there then i’d be cool with it.
From that day on i would spend time at home in the nude, but nowhere else. I did it in private and nobody ever knew about it. Last September i jetted off to Australia. I’d heard that there was a local nudist beach nearby (less than 30 minute car journey) and i always wanted to go and check it out. I didn’t want my family in Oz to know about it, so i let it be until such time as to which i could go. Several months went by and i went to a public clothes only beach along the road on a nice summers day. It was the first time i’d actually taken my shirt off on a busy beach, i’d always been self concious of my body even though i’m not that big a person. I then went into the water with my shorts on. But not long before i got in i pulled my trunks down as i was interested to see what it felt like with what felt like nothing ont. It was great! I stood in the deep water with my trunks down and my shirt off, it was as if i was naked. I knew nobody could see me, so i thought it would be okay. By this time it was the turn of the new year. I had a car, and i could just go wherever i wanted and when i wanted. So my thoughts went back to that nudist beach nearby. I woke up one morning around 6am just as the sun was starting to rise. I jumped into my car and drove to the beach. There were people there already which i had hoped there wouldn’t be. It was the first time i’d actually seen as many nude people before, so it was a funny moment. I walked to the end of the beach which was most deserted and sat on my towel for about 15 minutes thinking that i wasn’t going to leave without doing this. I just knew i had to do it at least once. The sun was out and it was hot, so i took my shirt off and put on some sun cream. The longer i stood there the more people arrived, so i had to do something soon. So, i just pulled down my shorts and i was completely exposed. I then made a dash into the water which initially was really cold, but how great it was to be in the water knowing that nobody cared if i was nude or not.
I stayed in the water for up to about 2 hours. People were laying down next to my towel and clothes and i started to feel a bit unusual knowing that when i leave people are going to see me. I just accepted it and eventually went back to my towel and sat for a bit before leaving. I went back the next day and did it all again, this time i had no ease in undressing. I just felt good, so i took my clothes off as soon as i got to the beach and walked along in the nude. As the day passed i gradually moved closer to the larger groups of people and sat amongst them. It’s without doubt the most natural i have ever felt. And it’s an experience everyone should try at least once, it makes you question the purpose of clothes. Granted when it’s cold, you should wear clothes but i see no other reason to wear them other than that. Yesterday morning i walked along the road to where i first did my outdoor nudism and once again stripped off. I walked a good half mile along that private road (link fields to fields) and it got me thinking about nudism. I sit here at home and i am nude because nobody is here, it’s just great. I hope to stick around here for a bit if nobody minds.

I had wanted for a long time to go to a nude beach and finally made it

nakedfamilypics about 7 years ago. We had been to topless beaches in Australia and I liked seeing my wife expose her breasts. Although she was reluctant at first, she soon got used to it and liked going topless.
Now I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist. I frequently have nightmares where I am completely naked in some public place and trying to hide myself. I wanted to go to a nude beach because I thought it would be fun to see my wife naked in public and so we could see other nude people.
In 2001 we toured Florida and stayed for a few nights in a motel in north Miami Beach. We soon learned there was a nude section of beach within walking distance so we went the next day. I thought my wife would only go topless so I was a bit surprised when she ******** completely nude. I did too, and was equally surprised that I enjoyed it. My wife was a bit shy and never left our blanket, but after a while I went for a walk, and didn’t feel self-conscious.
There were way more men than women at the beach so my wife had more to look at than I. Many of the men were gay so they probably didn’t get a charge from looking at my wife, but there were many male/female couples as well. Of course I liked looking at the women, but I think my highlight was when I made eye contact with a woman who had been looking at me. That is good for the ego!
I just put a photo of me on that beach in a private album that only my EP friends can see. Right now I have only one friend on EP; will this get me more?

that comes from being completely naked

My story starts four years ago. That may not be strictly correct. Depending on your point of view my first venture in social nudity could have been five years ago.
On a school trip to an adventure centre on the Isle of Wight some friends and I went to spend some time at the beach. We walked down a narrow path to a secluded cove and were amused to see a whole bunch of people (mostly middle aged men with bulging tummies) totally starkers waddling around the beach or laying out roasting like chickens in an oven. None of us had seen anything like it and our outburst of giggles was almost perfectly synchronised. Two members of our group didn’t hang around and headed straight back up the path and back to the activity centre. The five of us who did hang around to giggle and ogle some more eventually gathered enough self control and energy to make our way along the beach (in an almost dignified manner) to a clear area away from everyone else. The men on the beach were nothing to look at but when you’re 16 years old and never seen a willy in real life before then you can’t help but stare. A few of us even went to the trouble of walking around the beach for a better look – all still with our bikinis and swimsuits on so looking rather suspicious and more than a tad out of place. Once back at our things we compared notes. Half an hour on a nudist beach taught me more about male anatomy then a half a term of biology.
adult-nudismAs the day progressed we developed a higher level of courage. It began with a game of dares. Without exception they all involved nudity of some kind or other. When in Rome…. The dares were not what you could call imaginative. The repetitive nature made the games less interesting and too predictable than they could have been. It was essentially a case of one of us being dared to do something and then immediately daring someone else to do the same. Bikini tops came off first (or swimsuits rolled down) followed by a topless swim. An hour was then spent making each other walk to different parts of the beach still topless. By this time it was clear the tables were being turned and the others on the beach were beginning to pay more of an interest in our antics.
The game continued. We were all sitting there with our boobs out so when Lisa was dared to get her pubes out the stakes were raised another level.
I knew it would eventually come around to my turn to get naked and it didn’t worry me that much. We must have all been aware where the game was heading and accepted the fact way in advance. Before long we were all completely naked. That’s where our game of dares ended and we enjoyed the rest of the day in naked bliss – sunbathing, skinny dipping and generally playing around. What started off as a childish game ended on something of a high for me. As a group we all had a good laugh about the day’s adventure, though deep down I gained a lot more from the experience. I wouldn’t say my shyness and hang-ups about my physical appearance had been totally swept away but I did develop a far more laid back attitude to my body. I was in the midst of puberty and I wasn’t at all happy about my developing breasts and sprouting pubic hair. Somehow seeing everyone relaxing on the beach and not bothered about exposing their boobs and pubes made me feel less alien about mine.
We never got the chance to go back to the beach. When I got home I didn’t tell my parents about that part of the trip. There was no way they would understand and most likely ground me for life. Around March the following year it was time to plan our holiday. It was almost like I sensed what was about to happen. Mum and dad were acting very awkward. Being told that we (mum, dad, Michelle and me) should get together that evening and discuss our holiday plans was unusual to say the least. all-age-nudistsWe’d never talked about our holiday plans before. They had always decided where we were going to go and then told us. It was never like we had a choice in the matter. Why should this year be any different? I think you have already guessed why. Yes, mum and dad thought it might be a nice idea for all of us to go and spend two weeks ‘getting back to nature’. I think that was the phrase dad used. It was either that or something equals cheesy. At the time Michelle was six and she didn’t seem to care either way as long as there was a place to swim and eat ice cream. They were primarily concerned about me and how I would cope. They knew that at 17 years old it wasn’t an idea time for me to suddenly have enough confidence to get my kit off in public.
We were going to be camping with one of dad’s friends from work and his wife (Geoff and Debbie) who has been on clothing free holidays many times. It was them who gave dad the idea in the first place. I remember having lots of fun on the Isle of Wight. With others and done more official it might not be the same and I could end up hating the whole experience. Despite all my concerns I was tempted by the idea and agreed to it. Of course I made myself appear unenthusiastic but as a teenager that was part of my job. Our destination was the town of Hastings. We’d passed through and stopped off for lunch there on the way home from a holiday three years before and I remember it being a nice looking place. Dad’s friend told us it was an interesting town and had lots to explore with clothes on if we didn’t get on with the whole nudity thing.
We went shopping for a tent and got the biggest one in the shop. It was large enough for six people. We practiced setting up the tent in the back garden. The first time it took us over an hour to put up; the second time only 10 minutes. The man in the shop said it was important to put up the tent at least three times to check it for faults and to familiarise ourselves with how it should be erected in case we got to our camp site in the dark, which, he said, happens a lot. Michelle and I spent one night camping out in the garden. We wanted to practice sleeping in it ready for the holiday. Our clothes (PJs) stayed on. Neither of us wanted to practice that part of the holiday yet.
The day of our holiday finally came around. I had no idea how much clothing I should take. Mum said I should pack for a normal holiday just in case I didn’t want to spend all my time hanging out on the beach. Mum and dad also packed a whole pile of clothes. It was only Michelle who was sparing with her packing. Having said that, she didn’t exactly pack appropriately for a nude beach holiday either. For day wear she took one dress, a skirt and a top. For the beach she had two sarongs, two bikinis and a one piece. I pointed out that since the plan was to be nude at the beach and dressed in town that she might like to cut back on the beachwear and add more evening clothing!
When we arrived at our camp site it instantly brought back memories of the beach on the Isle of White. Almost everyone was my parent’s age or older (nobody at all my age) with generous amounts of body fat. There were others there Michelle’s age so she’d be able to make friends to hang out with.
Geoff stripped down to his shorts to put the tent up. Dad did the same as Geoff. Once the tents were up Geoff’s shorts came off and he went for a shower. Debbie unloaded some of their equipment and shortly after re-emerged from their tent wearing only a smile. My nerves were increasing. It was like getting naked was a relay event. Dad went off for a shower still wearing his shorts and carrying a towel. After 10 minutes had passed he wandered back to the tent with Geoff – both of them naked. It was impossible not to look below dad’s waist. It wasn’t like I had any inappropriate thoughts seeing him like that. I’d never seen his willy before so I was bound to be curious. Seeing dad naked, Michelle said something like ‘I’m going to get bare too’ and dropped her clothes where she stood before running in circles around the tent like a crazy dog. For the rest of the day I didn’t get any further than getting changed into something more comfortable – a bikini and sarong – which I got changed into in the privacy of my ‘bedroom’. Mum also kept her clothes on so I had some company.
We didn’t stray very far that first day. We didn’t arrive until 3pm so too late to do much apart from get settled. At around 7pm dad, Geoff, Debbie and Michelle got dressed and we all went into town for a fish and chip supper. Geoff showed us where the beach was, although there was nobody around by the time we got there. It wasn’t as nice as the one on the Isle of Wight and had more pebbles than sand.
When we got back to the camp field dad got his kit off again and Michelle did the same. We went across to the ‘social club’ (a shed with a bar, juke box and pool table) and spent the rest of the evening there. Nobody said a word about me keeping my clothes on. I later found out they had grown to expect it from teenagers so I was fitting in just fine. The following morning I got up very early and went across to the washrooms before anyone else was around. I donned a t-shirt and shorts as I still didn’t feel ready to fully take part in the bare all. After my shower I made my way back to the tent. Still nobody else awake. Standing outside the tent looking around it appeared to be an almost perfect opportunity to have a go. With no more thought I pulled by t-shirt over my head, stepped out of my shorts and walked briskly across the field. I had no idea where I was heading. It seemed important to walk somewhere. Standing outside the tend naked would have given me far too much time to think about what I had done. I must have done ten lengths of the camp site before getting bored and going back to the tent. It didn’t feel half as bad by then. I got a deckchair out and started reading one of my books. I was greeted by people as they walked across to the washrooms and they all appeared friendly and nice.
Geoff was up and about before any of my lazy family. He came over and parked himself on the grass next to me. We talked. That was the first time we’d had a proper conversation in the time I had known him. Being naked with people breaks down loads of barriers. There was a huge age difference between us but somehow being naked together made some of those years go away. We suddenly had more in common and were sharing what many would consider an intimate moment. Of course there was nothing at all intimate about it in the naturist world. Ever since then, Geoff and I have been a lot closer. We didn’t start talking about deep and meaningful things – only about school, work, music, books, TV and such like. It did mean we didn’t feel awkward in each other’s company any more. Funny really. You’d have naturally though the nudity would have made us less comfortable.
As the temperature increased more campers emerged from their tents. My family were soon up and about. I stayed well and truly gued to my chair – trying to appear relaxed but at the same time not allowing too much of my body to be visible. Michelle didn’t appear to even notice I was naked so that helped. Dad spotted the difference right away. He tried to behave as normal as possible but he couldn’t help giving my body the once over any more than I could have avoid looking at home the previous day.
Mum was the only one left with clothes on and they came off soon after breakfast was ready. Our first family naturist experience was sitting outside a tent on a camp field at Hastings munching bread and jam. There were much more glamorous locations we could have experienced that moment. In many ways it wouldn’t have made it less special. Enjoying naturism is not about being in an exotic location and enjoying a clear blue water and golden beach (although that would be nice). It’s about doing everyday things – reading, eating and chatting – normal in every way apart from the nudity aspect.
For the remainder of our holiday I took full advantage of the freedom available to me. My shyness was short lived. During the whole of the first day I was constantly aware of my nakedness. When you’ve spent the whole of your life in clothes (apart from the obvious times) being totally naked is obviously going to feel very different. The texture of every single object you come in contact with jumps out at you. I was always being surprised just how hot, cold, rough, smooth, soft and hard things were. Sitting your bare bum on something feels very different to touching it with your hand. I went around with the impression that I was on public display and that everyone would be checking over my body. It wasn’t like that at all. Nobody could care less how I looked and didn’t treat me any differently despite my nudity. It was an amazing holiday and I was made to feel like something of a celebrity. I was a teenager and part of the rare minority. Everyone was telling me how courageous I was to take the plunge into naturism – especially at ‘that time of life’.
While I should have been hiding my changing body from public view I was sharing it with the world. Thinking back, becoming a naturist during puberty was a definite advantage. Yes, I was shy about my body. It felt awkward and the changes I was going through made me feel unattractive. Being totally naked and interacting with other people gave me heaps of confidence. None of the people I met ever said anything negative. In fact they were more inclined to say positive things about my body than textiles were. That made me feel much more self assured and made the journey much easier. Now I have lots of self confidence and don’t have any hang ups about my physical appearance. Going back to school wasn’t easy. I told my close friends where we had been on our holiday and I knew it was only a matter of time before the whole school knew. The ribbing lasted no more than a couple of weeks and everything went back to normality – almost. I was always known as the girl who got naked a lot. It didn’t concern me a great deal. In fact that partly lead to my current level of confidence. I learnt to defend myself very well against shallow insults and mickey taking.
What have I gained from being a naturist? As you have most likely gathered, one hell of a lot. If only others were more aware of the benefits people would be turning to it in droves. It makes you very accepting of other people’s bodies as well as your own. I find it much easier to relax when I’m naked regardless of whether the people I am with are or not. As a result, you can be a lot more practical about things. Being able to come home, get undressed, taking a bath or shower and then not have to think about what to put on or about drying yourself properly (if at all) makes life slightly easier. Our garden is a clothing optional area now (our neighbours are all very good about it) so I can always get a fantastic tan in the summer. All my friends are always dead jealous of that. There is a feeling of total freedom that comes from being completely naked. I’ve found nothing else that compares to it.

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