My first nude experience was when I was younger

nudism-porno-2015My first nude experience was when I was younger and very much by accident. I went to a beach with a very long coastline on the more isolated end.
I didn’t see anyone around and I knew that nudism was tolerated so I completely disrobed and laid completely exposed in the sun. I saw a topless woman approaching and quickly covered up – being nude outside was completely natural, being nude in front of others was not. She smiled as she walked by and I just blushed – I was so prudish about public nudity that even seeing others in a state of undress made me uncomfortable. When she was out of site, I once again uncovered and decided I wanted to go for a swim. I have been an avid swimmer, a life gaurd in fact, so I decided to swim further down the coast and come back. Swimming nude was quite liberating! I did that and went past many of the crowded parts of the beach. After a while the current was too strong to turn back and I realized I had only one option, to walk back on the beach.
I must say that was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life. I walked out of the water, covering my genitals with my hands. As I came to shore, I noticed that everyone was naked and seemed so natural. I still covered up, but was getting a little more comfortable with myself.Although I was very athletic and fit, I had always been sensitive about the size of my penis and all my pubic hair but when I saw people of all shapes, sizes and ages I realized that I was fine however I was. I let go, literally, and was free. It was quite a walk back. Being nude where everyone was nude was natural but I soon I had a new challenge. Although nudity was tolerated everyone on the beach, the most popular section was where almost everyone wore bathing suits- toplessness was common but I saw only one completely nude person.
Aside from that, it was very crowded. I had no choice but to keep on going and I continued walking nude. People looked at me – I was probably the only nude person they had seen for a while – but I kept on going. It is ackward being nude in front of others when they are not but I learned to deal with it. When I finally reached my clothes, I was a nudist for life.
When I went back to my apartment with my friends, male and female, I told them about my experience. I told them too how good it felt and asked if they minded if I went nude in our apartment, they did not. Since then I spend as much of my time nude as possible and don’t care whose looking.

Since my early teens, I have always loved the sunning nude

nudism-pictures-familySince my early teens, I have always loved the feeling of swimming and sunning nude. Our family had a pool in our backyard deep in the heart of suburbia, and I remember wondering whether I had safely positioned the chaise lounge out of the view of any easily offended (or easily titillated) neighbors’ eyes as I stole a few minutes whenever I could get the chance to experience what the summer sun felt like on my naked body
And many late nights, after the rest of the family had gone to bed, I would quietly slip ito the pool for a skinny dip. It was a wonderful natural high.
Interestingly enough, I decided to attend college at UC San Diego. During the orientation tour of the campus, the counselor told us incoming freshmen about nearby Black’s Beach — and expressed some surprise when many of us didn’t know about its staus as one of the best-known nude beaches in the country.
So, I knew right then and there where I would be taking most of my study breaks.
I must say, though, that I experienced what I would expect is a normal degree of trepidation when confronted with a first-time nude beach experience. I remember visiting the beach a few times, and remaining clothed, trying to decide whether I was “safe”. I saw that the beach was huge and spread out such that one could very much maintain a feeling of having “personal space”, at what felt like a comfortable distance from other beach-goers whose motives for being there might be considerably less than innocent. Finally, the lure of what I had in the back of my mind always wanted to experience won out, and one day I took my new boogie-board down to beach, and without hesitation discarded my swimsuit.
I hurried down to the water, still a little nervous, trying not to make eye contact with the few people that were nearby. I plunged into the waves, and quickly realized I was having the time of my life. I rode the waves for a while, loving the sensation, feeling like my body was made for this.
I tired after a while, and decided to head back up to the beach. Feeling more relaxed and confident now, I looked around at some of the others present. I should probably mention here that I’ve been blessed with some pretty good genes, and I should probably also mention that it was impossible not to notice the — well, stares — of many of the gay men present.
After a moment or two of nervousness, I quickly decided that this was essentially a public place, and going naked was my choice, and that I couldn’t really stop anyone who wanted to look at me from looking. And that as long as they kept a respectable distance and refrained from outwardly lewd behavior or unwanted advances or harassment, I would merely accept the “eye contact” as a compliment, and think no more of it and enjoy myself.
I was pleased when it turned out that my fellow naked people behaved exactly as I had figured they would. And my attitude toward the nude experience is pretty much the same today — taking off my clothes is a choice I make, but I can’t control what you do. If you want to look, go ahead and look, but I trust that you won’t harass or otherwise act distastefully.
To this day, my recollections of my many, many nude excursions to that beach are some of my best memories. In recent years, I’ve been land-locked, so to speak, near Sacramento, but it’s always been in the back of my mind to get back to Black’s. I’d also like to check out San Onofre.

We were 5 guys and 4 girls

nudism-pageantsA few years ago, after graduating high school, we went on a graduation trip to St. Martin, an island in the Caribbean. We were 5 guys and 4 girls, all single. The beaches there are incredible, especially Orient Beach. The topless girls kinda help also! Unfortunately, none of the girls we were with took off their tops. Yet.
On the second day, we decided to walk the entire lenght of the beach and go check out the nude section and see what all the hype was about. Once we arrived at the Orient Club, which is the nudist section basically, a guy from our group suggest that we go in and do as the others, without clothes!! After a few laughs and giggles, my friend takes off his swim trunks and 1 minute later, everyone is nude as a worm. Now, not getting an erection was the big challenge here, since the girls were pretty hot naked and having some of them compliment me on my dick only made things worst! lol I tried to think about pain, 98yo naked women, a pitbull as well as my last trip to the dentist. It kinda worked until we all decided to lay down on some towels.
Seeing the girls bending over was just too much so I decided to go take a swim in the ocean. They soon all followed me. Then after a while, we got out and thankfuly, after spending some time concentrating hard on other things, I was limp again. Kinda. But now my friend, who’ll remain nameless , was hard and didnt want to leave the water!! lol Nobody wanted to help him out with a towel so he had to come out, pretty embarrassed!
Laughing, but knowing I could be next, I had the good idea of telling them that since the sun is so strong maybe we should cover up before we get sunbruns in certain unsuitable areas! So that was my nudist experience! As for the rest of the trip, it went very well I had sex with 2 of the 4 girls from our group which was one more than I expected.

After a while I felt the need to pee

nudism-nudisumIt did not happen here; it happened at the ends of the earth. I met a young man. Yes, I guess you could say that we had only just begun by then; he hadn’t even started wooing me. And somehow at a certain moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul around, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the sky.
Why don’t we take a plunge? – he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what a wonderful evening, the water is so war, it would be a sin to miss this chance. We could swim naked! Well why not, I thought. The weather was really superb, warm and all. And though the moon was shining, the beach was poorly lit as the moon wasn’t full. I shook off my slippers, then removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some distance and to the side.
So there we are, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the shore. I was leading again, and he was following me. I looked back to see him and though it was almost pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s reaction’, and it may sound ridiculous, but it made me feel happy!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nights several more times.
Then he started trying to persuade me to go to the beach during daytime. He would say that we kinda learnt everything we could about nighttime bathing and now it was a new challenge for us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because I was really embarrassed by the idea of undressing in broad daylight, but I really wanted to go. nudism-pageantThen I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the daytime all by myself to start with. I found a rocky beach with huge rubbles that I could jump from one to another. And so I started jumping. When I moved so far from the shore to be sure that no one sane would follow me here I stopped and got naked. Stark naked. I don’t know why, but I was literary shaking then. The sensation of being absolutely nude outdoors was intoxicating, and I tried not to consider the possibility of somebody else’s coming to where I was.
I had a book with me, so I found a bigger and more comfortable rubble, lay on it and started reading and having some rest in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shore, the coastline was merging into distance, small yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing, and little by little I started to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. It was then that I remembered about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of people to whom it was suggested to pee in their pants for a considerable amount of cash. Regardless that the sum was really impressive, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same happened to me: I slid off the rubble, squatted… and just couldn’t do it! And I really needed to… After all, I could go a little bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably stubborn. So I put on my pants, then lowered them and let the conditional reflexes take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at some distance. That was when I thought I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in my head with somebody armed with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I collected my things and dressed up in no time, and presently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I ventured another couple of sorties that were managed with much more calm. In the end I conceded to go to the beach with the young man. It was not half as scary as I had imagined it to be, because the beach was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was only once that we happened to meet some other folks there, but I never experienced such strong emotions again.
My friendship with the young man in question ended up rather sadly, but I guess that’s a whole new story.

It was my first experience at a Nudist Club

nudism-mother-daughterIt was my first experience at a “Landed Nudist Club”. It was at a rustic facility now called Drake’s Ridge in very rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with plans to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I had a Nissan pickup with a high-rise cap which I had outfitted as a one man sleeper for camping. It was a warm late spring day and the weather seemed like it was going to be rainy. I checked in, and was assigned a place to camp. I immediately undressed before I did anything else. After all, that was why I was there.
When I has finished setting up my “campsite” I strolled around the grounds a bit. There weren’t a lot of people there yet, but the ones who were, were quite friendly. The pool was open, but being early in the year, the water was plenty cold, despite the warmness of the evening. As it got dark, I wasn’t really ready to go to bed yet. I noticed that there was smoke coming from the chimney at the lodge.
It was still drizzly, but not cold at all. Still, I thought that a fire might be nice to drive off the dampness. With that thought I got a book from my things and headed for the lodge. Inside there were several chairs and sofas in a semi-circle around the fireplace. I put my towel down on one (nudists always carry towels to sit on), sat, and opened up my book. People drifted in and out, and I talked to a number of them, including Ellen, the owner/manager who was still waiting for people to come and check in. She turned out to be very active in the national naturist organizations, and was also a political activist who had done a lot to further the cause of nudism in various legal arenas.
nudism-naturism-familyIt was during this time that a van pulled up outside and in came a family. They consisted of Mom and Dad with three kids. There was a 13 or 14 year old girl, a boy of 11, and a younger girl who looked to be about 8. Overhearing their conversation with Ellen, it was obvious that they were regular members, and had a permanent camper already set up. The kids were obviously restless after the car ride, and the parents looked like two people who had worked all day before starting on their weekend trip, in other words; tired. It wasn’t terribly late yet, so the parents sat down on a sofa opposite me and started to relax. The kids, on the other hand were in no mood to sit. As kids usually do, they had their own agenda. “Mom, can we go to the frog pond?” After a moments consideration she replied, “That’s fine, but take your clothes off first.”
I was immediately struck by several thoughts. First of all was, “What a really odd thing to hear a Mother say to her children in a public place. The second thing was, “That makes a lot of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the kids got wet and muddy playing in the rain. They would rinse right off. Here was a Mother who wouldn’t have a lot of laundry to do after the weekend. My third realization was a feeling of belonging. I was finally in a world that made sense to me. I was one of a group who had managed to lay aside the artificial, and live in a way that was comfortable and natural.

My first time with any sort of “real” nudity was

all-family-naturalismMy first time with any sort of “real” nudity was hanging out at my grandparents’ house wearing only a towel on a weekend when the only clothes we brought along were being washed. My brother and I were goofing around and sitting on the front staircase of their rather large house (a Ohio farmhouse with many additions over an equal number of years), and I clearly remember noticing how “cool” it felt when the breeze blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what’s this strange and wonderful sensation? Years later I recall going back to my room to change into pajamas and instead returning to the living room wrapped only in a soft comforter. My parents were both still awake and I joined them by returning to sitting in a rocking chair we had at the time. I felt as “sneaky” as could be and as if I was getting away with something even by being naked underneath the comforter.
All of these early experiences led up to a desire to being MORE naked, more often in more ways; ways I had just barely begun to imagine. So, in my middle teens I ordered some trade paperbacks on nudism from a wholesale book publisher and these really and truly expanded my understanding of the potentials for going nude socially!!! Before I even tried it I had this idea that I would “love” it more than anything else I had done in life, and that this new found preconception would carry me past any sort of reservations or nervousness I might have about undressing.
all-in-the-family-nakedThe smiling people of all ages in my books looked so sincere and happy that I really wondered what I had been missing out on for years! My entire life up to then judging by the ages of the youngest children in these photos, and I felt like this was a part of life being actively “hidden” from me! I don’t think a brief skinny-dip with my brother and a friend really counted, although it was fun and we also did some naked experimentation in sleeping over at the friend’s house on weekends; nothing more than curious exploration of possibilities for NOT wearing clothes.
White Tail Park (then, “Resort” now) was my first organized social introduction and it could not have been a better time! This was in the late 1980’s, Springtime and on a well attended weekend with RVs, campers, day visitors and permanent residents all present. It was an experience equalling my readings, imagination and expectations and so I was lucky for such a great introduction.

Might be taken as more than simple nudity

I used to be less careful than I am now. I have in the past gone nude on sometimes fairly busy Spanish beaches, carrying nothing and walking purposefully past them for several miles. It is not illegal there. People would notice, but few seemed at all bothered. 24360903Only once did anyone (a man) object on the specific grounds that children might see me. As we know, children take no notice of simple nudity, but I did feel nervous because I then felt vulnerable and had no means at all to cover-up.
I occasionally experienced groups of two or three women expressing obvious approval that I was nude, not that I was looking for that. I always avoided single women who were not nude or top-free so as not to make them feel uncomfortable or threatened. It was interesting to observe how some couples saw me nude and then removed their clothing. That was in the past.
In the interests of not causing offence and not giving naturism a bad name even if legal I have changed my approach to public nudity to be less obvious. Just like Pete, I agree hiking is a lot more fun than the beach. I also use quieter Spanish beaches where few people pay any attention other than just noticing, some see me and do the same! Hiking in Spain, it is so quiet the chances of running into someone are low. Hiking in the UK the chances are much higher. If alone I have tend to disappear off into the bushes, feeling nervous since I have absolutely no wish to offend but afraid it 42976354.
Doing a Spencer Tunick installation has given me a different pespective on how the Brits see nudity. 1700 people went nude for several hours in a city in the name of “art”. Most were not naturists and were very nervous at first. I don’t go nude on UK beaches unless lying on my belly in a quiet spot. I only stand up when there isn’t anyone around for at least 700 yards, but may walk a long way then. If someone keeps on walking towards me I don’t usually worry about it, since it is their choice and I am on a very wide large beach, but if it is narrower I sit down and am discreet until they have passed.
If I see a lone woman I often cover up as we get closer so she can feel “safe”. No-one in the UK has ever objected or seemed offended. Occasionally they have been obviously amused, so I just say hello. You might wonder why I do not use nudist beaches very often. The main answer is simple. Sadly, in the UK and on the smaller Spanish beaches there are often various pervs hanging around and I do not feel as comfortable. They are the ones giving naturism a bad name.

First time bare

First time bare

31288908I saw a publication in the travel portion of the bookstore about California nude beaches and found Rincon was the closest to me.

I ‘d a Speedo on beneath just in case I backed out and still needed to take pleasure in the shore with next to nothing on. I walked the shore to the bare place, put my towel down, dropped my shorts, and sat down. It took just about 30 minutes I’d say to begin being comfy and to really get up to walk around. Any anxieties of “delight” went away immediately and has never been a issue.

I seen this beach nearly everyday during the summer making the one hour drive each way.

My subsequent challenge was getting my girlfriend years afterwards to attempt. She was reluctant in the beginning, and also would say she’d do it, but would never remove her swimsuit when we got there. After several times, she eventually went topless and then naked. It finally became prohibited to go naked at Rincon and there’s nothing closer to love.

Nudity was appreciated in our house ever since. After wedding, we purchased a house with a totally private backyard and may take pleasure in the lawn and pool naked. We made it a point to raise our children naked additionally (now ages 4 – 10) and they don’t have any issues with it.

A close buddy I work with knows I ‘m a nudist , and it has come to our house with his wife to attempt. He eventually brought his two children and they took to it right away when seeing our children nude additionally. The amazing thing is children take to it naturally and it isn’t as hard as when you begin it at an old age.

I’m now 43 and love residing in a bare environment.

-Thomas
Van Nuys, California
25074352We moved to CA when I was 33, purchased a house and had a pool constructed. I immediately began skinny-dippin’ at nighttime. My daughter would frequently join me. When I was 44 my firm sent us to the Bahamas to put in a missile monitoring station. They’d a nude beach which my partner and I seen. She maintained it was bare because there were never any people on it. One day we’d walked about 3 miles down the shore and turned to go back. Around the first bend in the shore we saw 3 couples walking toward us in city clothing. It was high tide so we went into the water so that they’d have room to pass without becoming wet. When they were even with us they inquired if we lived on the isle and we answered “yes.” Subsequently they barraged us with questions-what did we do for diversion, cost of living, etc? We kind of pointed at the shore, water and some nice shells we’d picked up. As we got to our car one of the guys inquired if I was not sort of embarrassed being the only naked man in a group of eight. I looked down and said “Gosh, I’M nude! You know IT’S a nude beach and I ‘d believe you had be embarrassed wearing clothing.” Fast forward thirty years, my wife fell into delicate health and I lost her five years after. After she passed I spent a miserable month and then recalled her idea. I met many fine folks, swam a lot, basked in sunlight and that night I slept all night with no tears. The following week I took the motor home and dogs and went again for just two nights. Imagine what? So now, was I a nudist when I skinny dipped in my very own pool or on my first excursion to GE?

-Jim W
Riverside, California
What did you expect?

50094273After many years of wrestling with all the thought,
I was seconds away from stepping outside for my first ever encounter, when someone rapped on the doorway. Without thinking I popped it open to discover a wonderful but completely clothed woman standing there. Seemingly she had the wrong room number. I am proud of the reality that I did not even flinch. However, when she turned to leave she actually “got an eye full” as she walked away.

My first idea was something like, “Well, what did you expect, feathers?” So, with that idea in mind I went outside and started the finest and most relaxing holiday I ‘d ever had. Obviously, I haven’t looked back,
except to laugh. Then, I became a
practicing naturist and I am proud of it.

-Doug from Michigan
Marshall, Michigan
My first encounter was at Blacks Beach in La Jolla California. I’d began a bucket list of stuff I needed to do in life a number of years before and got to thinking….why not?

One of my “A” school buddies and I made the decision to give it a shot on our last weekend in San Diego. We were a bit nervous as we headed to the shore. Eventually when we got there, we preferred to walk up and down the shore with our clothes on and then made a decision to drop our clothing!

We were both astonished at how fast we became comfortable with being nude, we really felt more ill at ease when we’d clothing on and nobody else did! We stayed for a number of hours, swimming, enjoying the sunshine, and having an excellent time. Amusing story about that trip, I dozed off on the shore. Not certain what I was dreaming about, but I began to get an erection and it woke me up and I needed to sit up and cover up, and was rather embarrassed. In 22 years since that point, it’s still the sole spontaneous erection I’ve ever had at a bare resort. When folks ask me questions about truly being a nudist, that’s among the most frequently asked questions, plus it just doesnt occur.

as soon as I returned home from that first encounter, I believed that was it. They’ve an yearly even called Nudestock and I spent the weekend there and was caught! Now everywhere I go, I seem to see what nudist resorts are in the region.

I ‘ve an entire change in my self body image. Before my first encounter I was really self conscious of my body….now I ‘m incredibly confident in my body. I feel amazing when the sunshine, winds, and water caress my body…it’s entirely a fully freeing experience! I talk openly about my encounters and have taken several individuals for their first encounters and never has anyone had a poor encounter.

-Rob Messner
Summerville, South Carolina
Free at Last

My first time bare encounter happened when a buddy of mine talked me into going to a clothes optional get together at health club with her. I was very nervous the entire week before but I was comitted to doing it. The very first thing I saw was a man taking his briefs away. My buddy saw my confusion and laughingly said “everything’s coed here.” We got a few lockers. She was nude very quickly. I ‘d gotten my top and short pants away but froze there; too anxious to take anything else away. I attempted to unhook my bra but my hands were trembling so badly I could not manage it. My buddy took care of it for me. I quickly drop my panties and place everything in the locker before I lost my heart. What a feeling once I walked out of that locker room totally naked iin front of 100 individuals. It was exhilirating and embarassing at the exact same time. But there I was concealing noothing. Swimming around nude felt so nice and it kind of felt I was covered. By the time we left the sauna I felt completely comfortable with being naked and wondered what all my nervousness was about. I was hooked. This was amazing. So liberation. We went over to observe the volleyball game for some time. When that match finished I joined the following game. OMG. Here I was bouncing across the volleyball court totally nude and loving every second of it. We stayed for over two hours and I loathed to put clothing on after. LOL. I came to be a nudist. That was about 20 years past and I Have never looked back.

-Liz

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Nude in Oklahoma

22232099Some time ago my lovely wife and I were discussing what we’d want to do and I mentioned, “I wish we’d some property so we could run naked in the woods together”. She believed that it seemed like fun.

So we Googled nude and Oklahoma and located two spots inside an hour’s drive of us. We sent an email to both and got an extremely nice response from OakLake Trails near Depew.

After completing the paperwork we were off to our cottage. We disrobed, grabbed our towels and stepped outside for our first ever naked in public encounter. We chose to walk one of the trails to get comfortable. As we were returning down a road to our cottage we passed by some people clothe, I did not understand it was clothing optional.

I told my wife, “If you’d told me three weeks back I’d be walking down the road buck nude in front of folks I Had have said you were mad,” but there we were doing just that and it did not even feel strange.

On the way home my wife said, “that is the very first time that I felt comfortable in my own personal skin.”

How soon did we go back?

-Symbol
Oklahoma
Nude at Big Sur

24360903LOL! Eventually, I concurred and he offered several destinations and I decided Big Sur.

Arriving early Friday for a long weekend, we pretty much had our selection of camp sites. My boyfriend decided the site and we headed around to set up camp. I ‘d always harbored a dream of being nude in an outside setting but never dreamed I was going to recognize my dream.
I really had no hint about setting up camp so largely observed until it was time to lift the tent. I was actually beginning to sense the temperature and since no one was around, eased my t shirt away and had my bikini top on. My boyfriend simply grinned and kept working.

As fast as the idea came to me…off came my top. Wow! What an amazing feeling! My BF said he adored seeing me topless but see for other campers or camp rangers! I laughed and shortly he ha dhis top away. I said sure. They did ask for some help by using their tent and my BF obliged. We had lunch as well as a beer and by this time I ‘m feeling around dressed with my short pants on…and only that fast I was down to my panties. We grabbed our towels and cooler and began to the shore when our neighbors requested us to wait for them as they’d never been there before and didn’t need to drift into the incorrect region and cause an issue about being topless.

In minutes, the 5 of us were headed down the route to the shore. We did pass a family coming up the avenue but they weren’t upset of 4 topless girls. When we arrived at the sand, there were several other couples in a variety of phases of dress on the shore. Two of our neighbors promptly lost their bikini bottoms and continued as though totally normal. I was so excited I didn’t see that my BF was also nude. On the shore, completely nude and feeling the finest feeling of independence. We girls put on the bottoms of our bikinis but never troubled with our tops.

My BF as well as our neighbors pretty much spent the weekend together and around camp, we’d our bottoms on and were topless until the nighttime atmosphere chill arrived. Naked on the beach Saturday and Sunday and it was about a 50/50 mixture of folks naked and clothed but there were no issues. I still have mixed feeling about the camping but the liberty of being completely nude ourdoors never loses its appeal. We also appreciate nudity at home.

-Monica
Chino Hills, California
Nude at 12

20342237Much to my mom’s chagrin, I elected to jump PJ’s during the warm summer nights of my 12th year. Raised Catholic, nudity was frowned upon under any conditions. A swimsuit was standard dress in the backyard pool until one day I determined that swimsuits were nonessential and I wandered out to the pool fully naked. My father tried not to see but Mother promptly told me to get a suit on. I shrugged and spread my towel and laid down on the adjoining yard. I never felt uncomfortable or tense being naked. After Mother addressed my nudity and said it absolutely was no satisfactory particularly in mixed company. I paid no heed and the following day, my parents and aunt, uncle and cousins were all outside at the pool and once more, I wandered outside completely naked. About 30 minutes after, my 15 and 16 year old cousins casually removed their tops and astonishingly, nothing was said.

Here we were! 3 completely nude young ladies when my other cousin chosen to join us and lost his swimsuit. However nothing was said. Late in the day, we BBQ’d and we did set the undersides on while eating. After dark, we were nude again just this time,my aunt stood up and slipped off her sundress and panties and joined us in the pool.

Mother, not certain what to do or say, simply sat and watched. My aunt began to tease Mother and amid all our laughing, Mother stripped naked and jumped in the pool. Afterwards, father warmed the Jacuzzi and all of the grownups were enjoying a nude soak.

After everyone had gone home, Mother came into my room with merely a sarong wrapped around her waist and sat down on my bed. I’m certain that she thought I’d tease her but I acted as though I didn’t see her nude breast. She admitted that she respected me and was happy she finally understood her want to be nude.

as soon as I went away to school, we’d different pools for women and men. There were several other girls that were topless in the pool and I followed the first couple of times but eventually walked out of the showers naked one day. Shortly, a lot of the topless women were naked and after several weeks, it was pretty much bare for everyone. That was Berkley CA.

One day, a male student came in the women’s pool and stipped nude. He got a couple of stares but no one objected. We met there often and shortly started seeing each other socially. We were collectively through 4 years at Berkley and we’ve been happily married for nearly 15 years. We still go naked at Mother and Dad’s but have a lovely small house with a private lawn and we often amuse both our nude and textile buddies.

-Gloria
Ontario, California
My wife made me do it!

2034223730 years past wife and I were in the Caribbean at a private resort on a tiny isle. We’re early risers and walked to the end of the shore near our bungalo. Nobody was about and my wife took off her top and then challenged me to go skinny dipping. With the warm sunshine and sound of the surf I fell quickly asleep but felt safe with my wife on guard.

After I woke up to voices. Two women we met the night before at diner were speaking to my wife. Seemingly my wife had waved to them to join us but she didn’t awaken me. My wife had taken them and place them in her tote so she’d set me up. I was lying face down but was still quite uncomfortable with the specific situation.

The women, sisters, acted as nothing was incorrect and they sat down to chat. Eventually one said it was fine for my wife to request them to join us as they have not been on a clothing optional beach before and among the sisters asked my wife if it was ok to join me. Her more self-conscious sister did not. They women thanked me before I could say anything. My wife only grinned.

So the sisters got into the surf and I kept a considerable distance from them. Eventaully the self-conscious sister removed her suit also once she was in the water and was pleased until her more daring sister stole her suit and chucked it up onto the shore saying that now she’d need to walk out naked. Nobody needs to be forced into anything.

It was at that instant that I didn’t feel nude in any way. Soon after we all got out as well as returned to the towels where my wife was still reading. That’s when the sisters discovered I was a smoothie. They made a remark and my wife just said “I prefer him that way”.

I remained naked until we were prepared to return for brunch. It absolutely was her manner of challenging me. So I look down the shore and as there were just a couple of folks on the far end I said sure. With that the more daring sister chose to join me in the bare walk also, and so we went.

I was constantly naked, my wife never was, but on the final day the fearless sister determined to be a smoothie also! My wife still likes me to be naked round the home, but not her!

-smooth4her
NYC, New York
Hot Springs

We only went to a clothes-optional hot springs in northern California. I ‘d never experienced societal nudity before, and I was extremely nervous.

The time came to step out into the public place, and as I did, a girl was there undressing. I asked where to place my bag, and she said she only leaves hers there by the bences. There I was, naked – in front of complete strangers.

About 5 minutes after, she arrived and joined me. It was amazing to stretch out in a bath of hot water with nothing on!

Shortly I needed to get out as well as cool off in the swimming pool, I grabbed my towel and put it “stratigeclly” over my shoulder and walked down to the pool place and jumped in. I ‘d not skinny dipped since youth, and I was immediately taken back to that time. This went on for around three hours. At about the thrid trip to the pool, I was not even taking my towel to cover up. It was odd – I did not even really notice that I was naked, or anyone else for that matter.

I am now hooked and certainly will return to this facility often. After just several hours, I felt so completly relaxed and rejuvinated. Hopefully my wife will shortly come to understand the freedom and relaxation that may happen when you shed your shell.

-Scott P
California

First tyme nudist stories …

My Bucket List

83481585I viewed the film “The Bucket List” and it made me think of my own personal bucket list. Among the things I ‘d always desired to do was see a bare resort. I’d swam naked in Lake Mead regularly and some other areas and enjoyed the feeling of freedom you get being naked.
I made the decision to locate a nearby nudist facility and visit. My wife said she wasn’t interested so I went alone to Mountaindale Sun Resort.

The host was very friendly and clarified the rules and gave me a quick tour. I CAn’t hesitate to get undressed and join up with the folks in the pool. I truly loved my visit and went back a couple more times. The pool, hiking trails, watering place and property are an excellent spot to spend time. Being naked felt so natural I immediately adopted the theory.

My wife will not share my excitement so my chances to see are reduced. My times at the nudist resort are a few of the very relaxing and pleasurable diversion I’ve ever done. I ‘m definitely happy I acted on carrying through one of the items on my “bucket list.” I located fellow nudists to be an extremely friendly bunch.

-Wayde D.
Oregon
11565152Our first encounter with social nudity happened during the Skinny Dip this year. We talked about it for several days and eventually made a decision to go. She was truly somewhat scared of getting nude in public. She had all the anxieties which are discussed on each of the parks’ sites.

When we arrived at Whispering Pines, we were greeted by several nude folks at the gate. They grinned and gave directions to the parking area. So away we went into the sphere of social nudism. We drove past lots of folks that were naked too. All of them grinned and waved like they understood you.

After we parked and got out of the vehicle, I began to take my clothing away. She looked at my like I was insane. “Are you becoming nude right now?”

“I certainly am; everyone else is so we should be also.” She began to remove her clothing as a girl pulled into the place next to us. Robin quit and just stood there as the girl got from her car and stripped, and caught her towel and cooled and gave an extremely pleasant hello to us. I believe this removed all reluctance from Robin. She removed the remainder and we walked to the pool place.

That was the beginning of a brand new lifestyle for us. We’ve been back there and to The Bar S Ranch.
We’ve met a number of the friendliest folks at both locations. Now we’re getting prepared to join one as members.

All I can declare is why did I wait so long to get this done? It’s the greatest type of outdoor recreation. Sun and atmosphere on the naked skin is amazing to let life’s frustrations go away. Hate to need to pack up and go home. But like I said we will be back as frequently as possible.

We’d just bought our first RV and were looking for somewhere close to try the new RV. A Web search of nearby RV resorts found quite few places to go that were pretty close. I located Lilly Valley in Fort Erie, Canada and thought it seemed intriguing.
I was astounded when her only response was “OK.”
About 45 minutes after we were there. By the time that I got through the gate there were six naked guys with enough metal to construct their very own battleship.

Should you not enjoy it we will leave. Inside 15 minutes we’d met a Postal Worker and his wife, a family with two children, the proprietor and lots of other individuals. No one paid any attention to any parts except for the portions of the RV.

We’ve been nudists since then. We also felt the demand for AANR so much we became Prime Minister members and then Life members. Now all of our excursions are constructed around going from one nudist resort to another.

-Chales L
Buffalo, New York
First Nudist Holiday

I said what do you anticipate, we’re on the bare side of the resort?

-George
Cradle to Grave

00508123My first encounter might be somewhat different as compared to a few other people. I suppose, given the time frame, I was about a couple of years old when I had my first memory of visiting a “nudist camp.” It was someplace in the Bay Area in California. We subsequently moved to Louisiana where there we no resorts or camps within a fair driving distance from our house. We did holiday at a few locations in Florida and Texas from about 1956 to 1964. My parents seldom troubled to get dressed throughout the home and my mom spent a least a few hours a day, during good weather, sun bathing in our quite big backyard. I’ve been wed a bit more frequently that I ‘d have enjoyed, but all of my wives have become nudist or at least participated in my nudist actions. I’m an academic and one of my research areas has included research on the effects of a nudist life style on kids (positive results), and legal problems relative to use of public places by nudist (testified in several legal actions).
I believe that one of the very most favorable results of my life long experience as a naturist is that I’m quite comfortable with all sorts and types of folks.
Thus . . . my first encounter was atypical, but now 60 years after I ‘m still at it.

-Larry G.
Yuma, Arizona