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.

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

  1. Calvin Sulentic - December 16, 2016

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  2. Chris Koskie - December 16, 2016

    only bad thing is there should have been more pictures

  3. gotoseven - January 11, 2017

    You bottom is big and beautiful and very feminine.

  4. jenluver - January 18, 2017

    super schöne figur toller busen

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