There are so many variations of nude living that one needn’t even call oneself a nudist or naturist. I’ve known people who were nude at home most of the time; yet never referred to themselves as a N or N. My X never referred to herself as a nudist either; even though she participated in social nudism. Those I have known who did call themselves nudists or naturists were active social nudists, with AANR memberships and resort/club membership. They used either term to “authenticate” their active participation and commitment to the nudist philosophy.
I don’t think you need bother with defining or labeling your nude tendencies – unless you’re actively seeking a social nudist environment. But if you still feel the need to define what you do, I think the term “home-nudist” is applicable to your situation. As far as your last question, it depends on your intent. If you get a kick out of the idea of other people seeing your wife nude, then you might be venturing into hedonistic territory. I enjoyed my X being openly nude amongst other nudists; because her comfort with nudity was important to me. And the recognition of her attractivenes provided me with some measure of pride. But it had little to do with some hedonistic impulse to display my nude wife (p.s. I’m not judging you at all; just explaining te difference).
Hi, my name is Britney and I am lesbian. It does not really have anything to do with this story other than I was really prepared for a girl like this. Her name is Vasiliska. She is Russian. But I am getting ahead of myself. There is more to this story and I really wanted to share it with you. For one, this was the first time I ever went to a nudist beach, which is an experience in itself and this was also the day I met this gorgeous girl from Russia, so beautiful and so sexy that I never thought I would meet anyone like that on vacation.
It was last year and this was the first time I went to Europe. Me and a couple of my friends went on a month-long vacation visiting Spain, France and Italy. We were checking out some of the most beautiful cities in the world and also some of the greatest beaches that I have ever seen in my life. And it was great. It was a real great vacation meeting new people, getting wasted all over the place and so on. If you were to put a gun to my head and ask me which of the countries is the greatest and where we had the best time, I couldn’t tell you. They were all great and we met so many great people that I just couldn’t give you one. However, there is something that happened in France that made it my favorite part of the trip and that is the girl in this picture, Vasiliska.
We met at a bar there, one of the biggest places for young tourists and locals alike in Marseille which is an insanely interesting and wild town. She was there with some friends of hers as well, most of them Russians who studied in France and who were also on vacation. Let’s just say that it was a wild night. And if there is anyone who knows how to party, then it’s the Russians. I mean, these were all girls who were barely legal, like my Vasiliska here, barely 19 and already crazy as hell, being able to drink gallons of booze without even getting tipsy. When I met her, I knew she was something special and the next day I realized how special she is really. Namely, that night, we agreed that the two of us, just the two of us are going to go to a beach together.
I met her the next day, still hungover like hell and she was looking like she just had the most refreshing night ever after a night at the opera. I will never be able to understand those Russians. In any case, she told me that we were going to a nudist beach and I played it cool. I said alright. I didn’t want to let her know how nervous I was. And we went. It was a bit out of time, but she had rented a car and we were there in less than an hour.
We got to the beach and there were perhaps a dozen people there, not more. They were mostly locals, a couple of families and two or three couples. It was quiet and it was romantic. And then Vasiliska took off her clothes. I was lost for words. First of all, she had the most beautiful skin I had seen in my life, so creamy and so fresh I almost came. She was also totally shaven and had the most delicious-looking pussy I had seen to that point. And her boobs, they were just perfect. They were so supple and so perky that I just wanted to bury my head in them. But I managed to keep my cool. I asked her if I could take a photo of her and she told me that I could. And that is the photo you can see here. Oh yeah, she also had those nipple rings that I always thought were just too tacky. Not on Vasiliska. She looked so beautiful that I just feel in love with her there and then.
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. As 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. We’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.
I’m American, but lived for over 10 years in Germany. From early childhood I have felt the desire in me to be naked. My parents then had trouble to keep me dressed as an infant. It even happened that I have pulled out of playing with friends just what has led to a riot in the neighborhood. I felt then and still today, more comfortable when I’m naked. As I got older, the desire became stronger, but I lived in a very prudish society that nudity as an attack goes to be located near other people! So I was walking naked only at home, and that’s only if I was alone. I had to be careful that no one even hears of my “perverse” habit.
When I was growing up, I was looking for reasons for the unhealthy attitude of my people against nudity, but the answers were missing, and the desire became stronger. I could understand and can not, as responsible citizens with common sense can put nudity as something perverse. When to dress, but you put yourself in a completely unnatural state.
One evening when I was about 25 years old and still with the U.S. Army, I was sitting in the woods and I was drunk. Suddenly I was holding’s no longer enough. I have put myself on drinking, and walked around a bit in the forest. It felt so good! Suddenly I found myself next to a road and stopped just there, while the cars drove past me. But with what happened next, I did not expect. Suddenly police cars come from both directions! They came with tires screeching to a halt and 8 or 10 officers were jumping out of cars. I ran naked through the woods and ran after me. For about half an hour, they chased me through the forest until they caught me. Then they arrested me, a blanket wrapped around me and took me to jail! A few hours later my boss came from the army and went to pick me. I was demoted as punishment by the army by two ranks. The story spread, of course, to all in the barracks knew it, and I was teased, was until my service in the army in 1987 to the end.
Four years later I moved to Germany and took a job as a truck driver. It was not long until I began to notice that the better the attitude of the Germans to some nudity than that of the Americans. Everywhere where I went, I found lakes where you can swim naked, and I took advantage of every opportunity. I could also find that there are many people here who think like me. I could feel that something is wrong with me, save me, and confess to a large family: the family of nudists.
Yes, I am heartily Nudist, and I stand by it. I live in Heidelberg and make no secret among my friends that I’d rather be naked. Unfortunately I have not found any other nudists, but that will change over time determined.
My first-time naked encounter was when I’d turned 23 and only moved to Monterey, CA for a fresh occupation. I was researching the region before beginning my job in several weeks, as well as the preceding Saturday had found a nude beach along the Big Sur Coast and chose to go there the next week.
I arrived quite early in the early hours, made the half mile trek to the bare section and found a superb place about 20 yards down the shore from an elderly couple and also a young gentleman who were already down there. I was REALLY nervous and decided I Had take it step by step. Meanwhile, more people began to populate the shore and shortly there was a gentleman about my age just fifteen feet away from me laying out naked reading a novel.
Time passed and one hour in the shore and I still could not get up the nerve. Eventually the guy near me looks over at me, nods “hello” then asks me if I’d enjoy a cold beer. I accepted, and to my surprise he got up and hauled his towel and all his stuff right next to me, reached in his cooler, snatched a couple beers afterward introduced himself and given me a beer. Among the very first things he said was “This is your very first time at a nude beach, is not it?”
So, REALLY furtively away came my boxers but my top stayed on. He laughed and said “Now that was not so bad, was it?” I laughed and we continued to speak. Well, “it” occurred almost instantly and I promptly rolled over on my belly, simply to hear a little laugh and “Do Not stress- occurred to me my first time also” from my new-found buddy.
I ‘d be there every weekend!
Grand Haven, Michigan
She was raised severe Southern Baptist, so sometimes being naked at home was O.K., but she’d have never considered societal nudity.
Singles clubs were uncomfortable, so I started taking short weekend excursions to get out of the home.
I’d seen the Baybares web site, so out of interest I phoned and inquired if a single man would be accepted. When the pleasant seeming woman on the telephone welcomed me, I asked ways. The nerves grew as I discovered and moved along the sandy drive to the club. I nearly turned around three times, however there clearly was no place to turn without becoming stuck in the sand. Afterward I came to the cable on the other side of the road that indicated the clubhouse entry where I was met by a cordial guy wearing a towel around his midsection.
The nervousness escalated exponentially as I parked and started the walk to the clubhouse. There, by the pool proved to be a wonderful girl sunning totally naked. She flashed me a lovely smile, presented herself as Gloria and started to chat with me. I could not believe how relaxed she was, even though she was totally nude. Then I carried on to sign in, pay my reasons fees, and be given a simple synopsis of the rules and etiquette of the club.
After taking a tremendous breath, I took off the last of my clothing. They treated me like a long lost cousin who’d returned home.
It turned out to be a fantastic weekend, also it supplied just the familiarity with friendly folks which I wanted so urgently at that point of my entire life. Gloria will never understand what a great gift her smile and friendly dialogue was to a solitary stranger. It gave me the guts to return to my car, undress, and start the following phase of my own life as a nudist among a number of the friendliest, most welcoming men and women on earth.
I remarried a year after and my new wife came to realize how significant societal nudity was to me. After a year of marriage she graciously decided to participate too. She loves our excursions to Cypress Cove when we can get away a few times annually.
My only sorrow is that I waited so long to find the amazing experience of social nudism and how friendly folks are at nudist clubs.
Nude at the seashore
It was early and when I arrived, several folks were already enjoying their nakedness. I looked around and slipped off my top & short pants and in an instant, standing naked and loving it. Nobody stared or gawked and for the following three hours I loved the liberty of no clothing. Perhaps next time, I’ll have a guest join me
The one thing that worried me
Having lived in Fla many years, I was use to miniature swim wear and extreme sun. So that the transition to no clothes and extreme sun was simple. That’s until I reached for my pocket knife in my pocket. I used to not have one! Pocket that’s.
Once I ‘d overcome my lack of pockets, the friendliness, ease, independence, and openness in the resort made the weekend very gratifying. We have been back several times and I am looking forward to our next trip there next week.
Our first encounter being socially naked was in 1998. We’d as often as possible been naked independently at home for a long time since the day we were wed but we’d no notion what social nudism was around until we found it online. Being born again believers in God, we still believed that nudism proved to be a right, great, and wholesome lifestyle.
We checked in at the office, and were presented to a nude host couple who’d give us a tour of the property. We undressed and toured the property. Individuals were swimming, playing tennis, grilling and simply relaxing as at any given resort in a park-like setting.
It absolutely was our first time swimming nude, and we’ve never worn a swimsuit since that day. As the male half of the couple I can declare that there clearly was no humiliation with an erection that I ‘d earlier concerns about. You’ll always have a towel as a back-up just in case. We have not seen that become an issue for anybody.
We now see White Tail Resort in Ivor, VA frequently, as it’s our favourite nudist resort. The folks are extremely friendly there. White Tail is a family oriented resort attended by individuals of all ages. To be bare all weekend, and to awaken and walk outside bare in the morning and feel sunlight as well as the atmosphere all over your naked body is pure ecstasy. We currently holiday at nudist resorts nearly completely.
Our other favourite nudist resorts contain Cedar Creek, Serendipity Park, Cypress Cove, and Lake Como. All these resorts are family oriented resorts and are recorded on the AANR site. We are aware that we’re safer at a nudist resort than at a hotel. The easiness at a nudist resort is beyond any other we’ve ever experienced. The practice of social nudism really has been a lifesaver as a result of pressure alleviation we love while naked.
One day naked around others loving life in this wholesome surroundings is similar to a week in a luxury clothed resort. For those who never have experienced social nudism then don’t deny yourself this experience. Nudism is a genuine escape from the uptight and pretentious fabric society we live in. When we see individuals of all ages playing sports, having a meal together or simply resting nude among buddies, our only regret is the fact that we didn’t start this wonderful lifestyle earlier.
Many years back after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I made a decision to get out as well as try new things. I approached the notion of visiting a nudist resort with caution, but the thought kept nagging at me.
I’m in relatively good condition, etc., and eventually determined to give it a try. Like everybody, the very first time was nerve wracking. I strode back and forth nude in my room until getting up the nerve to really go outside. It was just a few hours, and I was hooked. I like going every summer now, as frequently as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and satisfying thing I’ve ever done.
A Neglected Chance
It absolutely was 1947 or 48. My family drove around to the coast. The following morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Father needed to really go to Sunshine Park but Mom needed to visit Atlantic City. Eventually, they chose to ask my sister and I where we needed to go. We both determined Atlantic City.
I afterwards located Sunshine and Wellness magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to school and I inherited her occupation of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines fascinating. I enjoyed the graphics!!
I discovered a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and began to purchase them to read. At that time the law occasionally raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was released.
It was while I was in school which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become an associate of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I made the decision to visit Atlantic City instead. Perhaps my family would have become nudist. I afterwards became a nudist, but I am the only nudist in the family.
Another narrative, when I ‘ve the time!
From Skinny Dipping to Living Clothes Free
My first actual nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I needed to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went coed and mandatory bathing suits.
As a kid I were told that one didn’t go around naked, and while it was okay to alter clothes in the existence of other men surely it wasn’t done in front of females.
My first issue was that I I wasn’t certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other folks for a length period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being naked alone. I faced this by becoming used to going around my house nude even when I didn’t need certainly to be.
as soon as I arrived at the resort I was met by a naked guy in the office who enrolled me and gave me the informative data on the resort. I undressed before the tour because even though no one understood me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by seeming out of place.
My tour finished at the lake and because my reason behind going there was so I really could swim naked I went into the water.
After I took a brief walk by myself. As I passed other folks a grin and “Hello” was in order, the shortage of clothes was of no importance.
As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying region humid, I went outside. I was dried by the gentle breeze as well as the warm sunshine. That convinced me that this was how we were supposed to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being naked.
Little did I know at that time how much I ‘d enjoy the relaxation of being naked. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist occasions. I’ve been on several naked cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be naked on a regular basis except when it’s too cold or I’m going into town.
Now, for me, being naked is my lifestyle.
First Nudist Encounter
After moving to Florida the preceding year I began hunting the Web for nudist areas and discovered there were several about 70 miles away. I liked to attempt it and and did not understand if I ‘d the nerve. It was not long before all my fears were gone. It felt so great to enter the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.
No one cares what your body looks like, it is merely a comfortable feeling.
Additionally , I took part in the Skinny Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. When you go bare it is very difficult to need to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There’s nothing like the naked lifestyle!
A Model Nudist, Component Two
I eventually modeled for the standard figure drawing course during the spring term. The figure drawing course was little, just five pupils, and I got really comfortable modeling for them. Toward the end of the session, the teacher asked me to model for her general drawing course. I went ahead and took everything away and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it absolutely was over, I did not need to get dressed. Nearly everyone was really friendly, and I wondered in case the nudity was what made people open up.
I went home that summer, and by then, I’d learned to look in the classified ads of papers for a number of stuff. After my modeling experience, I needed to go and experience this. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a naked girl on her knees on the earth, working in a flower garden. I went back to the vehicle and stripped down.
The camp wasn’t too packed, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A couple of teens arrived in the day, home from school. A couple of them vanished, but two girls returned, naked, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be nude and free around others, particularly individuals of the opposite gender, and not feel any angst or anxiety.
as soon as I went back to the Ponderosa, it absolutely was on a Saturday, and there were many more folks there. I remained for the weekly dance, and located a liberty that I ‘d never felt. I still loathe to dance with clothing on. During every excursion, I loathed to put clothing on and leave. And I loathed the coming of cold weather.
I’m 44 years old now and quite active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still want to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I am lucky to truly have a wife who loves nudism with me, as well as our children have taken to it also. I do not ever imagine a time when I could ever stop loving naked diversion.
I was raised in an extremely humble house. Total nudity was confined to the restroom and exclusively consisted of shower or bath time. I do not remember ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that is why nudity fascinated me as a teen (beyond the ordinary curiosity about sex, etc.).
Someplace around seventh grade, I began reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan publications by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperback books featured excellent paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. A lot of them included nudity by members of both sexes. The nudity wasn’t of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other endeavors. A lot of them involved fight, where I figured nudity was undoubtedly not advantageous.
The narratives in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity fairly frequently, particularly the Martian novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from World) as well as the Martian characters believed nothing of running around in the altogether. Actually, the John Carter character’s system of transportation to Mars constantly called for him waking up naked somewhere on earth. My youthful head wondered what such a location would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be embarrassed.
I ‘d just learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant happening (the film “A Shot in the Dark” being the most prominent reference).
She mentioned in passing that she drew naked models in her figure drawing course. The concept of modeling for this type of group was both frightening and exciting at the exact same time. I ventured around to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertisements for versions. They were paying five dollars, which, in the time, was better than every other occupation I really could get. My drawings were horrible, but I was not overly interested in drawing. I needed to watch a session and see the method by which the model behaved, was handled, etc. It took me awhile to collect the nerve to register as a model myself, but I eventually did.
I got a call from the coordinator of such open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he wanted someone to cover. I taken somewhat unwillingly. Once I hung up the telephone, I recognized the course began in under an hour. I took a long walk around campus before going into the studio. There were just two girls who’d shown up to bring that night. It was election night, and I am certain lots of folks stayed home to see the returns.
I did not even have a robe, but the female model I ‘d found had not had one either. I simply stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my panties, took a heavy breath, and eased them away. Both women didn’t run screaming that there clearly was a nude guy in the room.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Supervisor
While in Ohio, on holiday, we chose to see Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati).
When we explained to the supervisor that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and you also are already nude!”
Yes, we were, and we definitely appreciated our say in the gardens.
OY VEY! My Jewish Mother
I was raised by a Jewish mom who instructed me that revealing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not amazing or perfect. I heard it on a regular basis. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “strange looking” in her eyes.
He desired me to go with him. I believed he was crazy. I resisted at first, but then he eventually talked me into it. He assured we’d leave if I could not manage it.
I scaled the stone with trepidation. It took me perhaps 20 seconds to take my clothing away. That entire summer was like the summertime which I fell in love with myself and my body for the very first time ever.
I missed it. My reaction was pure delight.
We ordered it for the subsequent weekend. I was so excited that I made myself ill. Nothing was going to prevent me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became truly living and whole again. That was 1993. Now, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I’m so blessed in order to reside here.
We were interested, nervous and fearful, all at the exact same time. We studied various alternatives and picked “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time excursion. Once we walked in, it was clear this was not going to be our regular holiday.
After a couple of minutes, we ventured outside and my wife was convinced she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the sole man with anything on and immediately took them away.
On that first trip, we met wonderful people who have become life long friends and can not envision life without nude diversion.
For those who have thought of attempting it, stop thinking and begin planning. You will not regret it.
This Altered My Life
I understood the cool summer wind and the way that it felt so great so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!
For the remainder of that summer I did not put on clothing. My parents were frightened in the beginning but they understood this was what made me joyful.