, it was our very first time at any given nudist facility.
Our previous experience had just been with a couple select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and generally involved that nerve contractor, booze. Now here we were sober, with complete strangers, and going to get nude. We were suddenly introduced to social nudism when we walked into the office. And we believed Fridays were everyday, hah.
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Visit our siteOur membership guides went out of their way to ease our anxieties, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we have changed http://damateur.net in a parking lot before, we can actually say its the very first time we ever took it all off. My God. Outside in the open. Where we could be viewed. Are we mad?
Our guides gave us the tour and described rules, etc. (Damn, everybody is naked.) Additionally they gave us a history of the club and presented us to some of the members. (Darn, we are naked also.) By time we made it to the seashore, we were starting to relax. Well not completely, after all we don’t have any clothes on in front of all of these people.
After lying in sunlight for awhile and slowly beginning to grow accustomed, we chose to take a walk across the area with most of the trailers. Walking down the middle of the road, buck nude. Whoa, that’s one we wouldn’t have believed we’d do. There are some quite creative folks. Some of the trailers and cabins were extremely nice. But the people were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing cars without a stitch of clothing. We’re bordering on sensory overload now.
Getting back to the shore, we decided to shower. Between nerves and our hike, we’d worked up quite a sweat. Another new experience, taking in a shower, outdoor, naked, with every Tom, Dick, and Betty walking by or joining us. The brain has now gone dead. It can not take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, Mother Nature decided to send some thunder boomies in. We wondered what nudists do when it rains. After all, there’s no clothing to get wet. But we soon discovered that it’s cold, and if it rains hard enough can damage. Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was getting near the membership societal hour anyway. While waiting, we discussed to a quite nice aged lady. We couldn’t help but reminded by that old Allen Funt picture “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the mind is already dead, it did not register that we were speaking to an individual who could very well be our grandmother and she is nude.
It was at the social hour the closing obstacles were broke. Outside we could maintain our space and also the invisible barrier, but here we were in extremely close proximity to naked men, women, and kids. Just as the brain was starting to come back to life, it shut down again.
As the social hour was breaking up, the skies cleared. Everyone was getting prepared for the luau, but unfortunately we needed to leave and get back home to http://nudist-young.com/nude-beach.html . After smelling the pig roasting all day long, it was a disappointment not to be able to stay.
Seriously, following the initial anxieties wore off, which really did not take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All the members were really friendly and couldn’t wait to brag about their club. Most of our apprehension was more on what to expect than the nudity aspect although body approval is probably the hardest part of a societal naked surroundings. I did overlook my pockets. After all, what do I do with my hands?
Then it was back to the vehicle and what the hell?? We got to put clothing on. That sucks.