Love Being Nude

Several years back after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I chose to get out and try new things. I approached the idea of going to a nudist resort with caution, but the thought kept nagging at me.

I’m in relatively good shape, etc., and eventually decided to give it a try. Like everyone, the first time was nerve wracking. I strode back and forth nude in my room until getting up the nerve to go outside. It was just a couple of 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 have ever done.

A Missed Chance

It was 1947 or 48. My family drove around to the coast. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mother and Father were discussing where to go. Father needed to go to Sunshine Park but Mom desired to visit Atlantic City. Eventually, they decided to ask my sister and I where we desired to go. We both determined Atlantic City.

Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it was not mentioned. I later found Sunshine and Health magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her job of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines interesting. I enjoyed the pictures!!

I started to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I found a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and started to purchase them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law occasionally raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was discharged.

It was while I was in school which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I had become an associate of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I decided to really go to 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 have the time!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
From Skinny Dipping to Living Clothing Free

My first actual nudist experience was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort because I wanted to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went coed and mandatory bathing suits.

As a child I were told that one didn’t go around naked, and while it was okay to change clothes in the existence of other men certainly it wasn’t done in front of females.

My first issue was that I I was not sure how I could be comfortable nude in front of other folks for an extended period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being bare alone. I faced this by becoming used to going around my house nude even when I did not need to be.

When I arrived at the resort I was met by a bare man in the office who registered me and gave me the advice on the resort. I was subsequently directed to a parking lot where I was met by another nude man who was going to give me a tour of the area. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by appearing out of place.

My tour ended at the lake and because my reason behind going there was so I really could swim bare I went into the water.

After I took a brief walk on my own. As I passed other individuals a grin and “Hello” was in order, the dearth of clothes was of no significance. returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.

Before going home I took a warm shower in the round building that housed the showers. As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying place humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze and the warm sunlight. That convinced me that this was how we were intended to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being nude. I completed the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.

Little did I know at that time how much I would enjoy the relaxation of being nude. Since that visit I have joined other nudist organizations and attended a lot of nudist occasions. I’ve been on a number of nude cruises and now live in a clothing optional community where I can be nude constantly except when it’s too cold or I’m going into town.

Now, for me, being nude is my way of life.

-George W.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Experience

My first nudist experience was in early June 2010.

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After moving to Florida the preceding year I started searching the Internet for nudist areas and found there were several about 70 miles away. I always liked to try it and and did not know if I ‘d the nerve. I went down to Paradise Lake Resort and after checking in and having a brief tour I quickly proceeded to undress in the parking lot and head around to the pool area. It wasn’t long before all my fears were gone. It felt so great to go into the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.

I met another couple that was there for the very first time and everyone was so friendly. My wife never did undress and more than likely never will. No one cares what your body looks like, it’s just a comfortable feeling.

Now I am a regular at Lake Como, can not wait for the weather to warm up so I can head down there again. Additionally , I took part in the Skinny-Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. Once you go nude it is very hard to need to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There is nothing like the naked lifestyle!

-Tom B.
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Part Two

I eventually modeled for the regular figure drawing class during the spring semester. Alas, the young lady who had introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing course was little, just five pupils, and I got quite comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the semester, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing course. I agreed, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. 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 didn’t need to get dressed. Virtually everyone was really friendly, and I wondered if 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 newspapers for all sorts of things. I found an advertisement for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I had to go and experience this. I went on a Tuesday in late May. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a nude woman on her knees on the ground, working in a flower garden. I went in the office and paid my day fee to the naked lady there. I went back to the car and stripped down.

The camp was packed, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A few teens arrived in the afternoon, home from school. I was not even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them disappeared, but two girls returned, bare, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be naked and free around other people, particularly folks of the opposite sex, 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 stayed for the weekly dance, and found a liberty that I ‘d never felt. I still loathe to dance with clothes on. During every excursion, I loathed to put clothing on and leave. And I hated the arrival of cold weather.

I’m 44 years old now and quite active in my church. I still model occasionally, and I still like to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m fortunate to have a wife who appreciates nudism with me, plus our kids have taken to it as well. I really don’t ever imagine a time when I could ever quit appreciating nude recreation.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas

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