I started enjoying nudism by sleeping in the nude. Later I started to do my work round the house nude. My wife was surprised when I came downstairs nude one day and I really could tell her hesitation.
One late summer day after working on the boat I was really warm so I drove over to the lake. As it was mid-evening there were quite few people at the beech so it managed to locate a secluded area. I walked into the lake and when chest deeply took off my swimsuit. It felt amazing. Before I walked out of the water, so as to not offend anyone, I put the suit back on. I’ll never forget the sensation of the very first time bare in Lake Michigan.
Towards the end of summer I walked from the lake into the dunes. I removed my swimsuit and was nude outside, other than my backyard, for the first time. I remember thinking to myself that I am a “nudist.”
After hiking in the dunes a number of times but concerned about clothed hikers I decided on trying a nudist club. The best part of going to a club is you can question along the nature trail, go into the pool, etc. and not be concerned about other individuals.
Being at a club, it does not matter if someone is nude or not. YOU will be bare and enjoy. I just wish I’d have started this before.
Everything I Thought It Would Be
After discussing a visit to Gunnison Beach here in NJ, my wife and I chose to make the excursion. I’m 40 and my wife is 41. We were both aware that it was ‘clothing optional’ and I understood that most people would be naked, but I believe my wife thought it would be a 50-50 split (naked, partially nude).
When we got there she was a little overwhelmed. She didn’t take her suit away at all. Nevertheless, after a while of sitting in our seats and seeing the scenery, I believed I could take the following step. I asked my wife if she thought it was OK, and she looked at me with a look that said, “are you crazy?” But she afterward said, “sure, do it.”
A number of seconds after, I stood up and took off my swim suit. And guess what? Nothing happened. No quake. No bolt of lightning. Nothing. Everyone went about their company.
I, however, loved this new feeling…sitting in the sun, wind blowing…it was incredibly refreshing and freeing. I adored it. After a few beers, I asked my wife if she needed to walk to the water with me. Again, she looked at me with a look that said, “are you insane?”
I mentioned, “why not.” So, at first she did not need to go, but after a second she said certain. That was fairly intimidating. I am walking in my birthday suit through dozens of men and women.
Anyway, the water was amazing. Swimming sans clothes was a first for me also…and it was another wonderful experience. I made the walk from our chairs to the water 3 or 4 times, every time loving it more and more.
I would love to go back and try it again. My wife is now discussing going back and removing her top. Hey, whatever makes her comfortable. We are going to see how it goes.
Our Bare Experience
When I was a boy the words “naked” or “nude” were not part of my family’s vocabulary. The only nudity we understood began with your shower, and finished as soon as you could grab your towel. My brother and I never went shirtless or barefoot. We were never even allowed to wear sandals or flip flops. Being naked was never an option.
As always, life goes on. Faculty, work, marriage, children, divorce; all flew by in what seemed to be a brief period of time. With the dawn of the Internet I found out about this thing call “social nudism.” I was intrigued as well as the thought grew slowly that I’d like to participate in this naked adventure. After my divorce, I started to sleep in the nude, which I found to be a whole lot more comfortable than wearing pajamas. Still I lacked any social interaction with other nudists.
About this time I remarried. My wife, of Eastern European background, was open to our sleep nude. Following the kids moved out to begin their very own families, we began to be much freer with our clothing at home and we talked often about nudity and whether it was right or wrong according to Biblical standards. As Christians we needed to do the right thing. Evaluation of the Scriptures led us to the final outcome that merely being bare, and being nude with others was not in conflict with our Bible. We started to be nude at home increasingly more. We still hadn’t been able to go everywhere that permitted nudity.
Finally we had our opportunity one winter when we were on a Caribbean cruise. The ship docked in Jamaica. I ‘d already found out that we could get day passes at a resort that had an Au Natural isle. We took a taxi to the resort and checked in at the desk. They needed to show us around the resort but surprisingly my wife would have nothing to do with such a tour. She desired to get out to the island when possible. I couldn’t concur more. As soon as we arrived, we found two lounge chairs in a sunny location. We had our clothes off in the blink of an eye. Like many others have said, it was so great to be naked. We swam around a little and then came the moment of truth – meeting other people. We talked to a number of the other guests and we enjoyed our time there so much we actually hated to leave. Being naked on the island was so natural and free nude beach . We were hooked!
This summer we have traveled to three nudist clubs/resorts. We even ran in a clothing optional 5K race at Turtle Lake Resort in Michigan. We’d so much fun. http://nudismnudist.com and I agreed that we should have done this sooner! Why did we wait so long?
Our Michigan First Time
My wife and I often holiday in Michigan. We’re home nudists for the past six months. By this I mean that we were staying nude sometimes after a shower and then we started being nude before bedtime. We drink coffee and eat lunch naked.
My wife was reluctant but she agreed that there was no damage since we’ve been married more than 35 years. This summer we went north and found a isolated alone beach in northern Michigan. We walked for miles to locate a peaceful area to read and sunbathe. Most beaches in Michigan are full of noisy kids and upset parents. We simply wanted seclusion to find some peace and relish the sun.
Nonetheless, I went swimming after an hour of sunlight and my swimsuit got too wet to lay back on my towel so I took it away. My wife, who is terribly self-conscious and extremely spiritual was worried that we might be arrested for my nakedness. We are conservative Republicans and we don’t condone criminal acts. But I explained to her that as long as nobody was seeing me naked I committed no crime.
She was becoming hot and after much whining she also carried of her swimsuit and went for a dip in the lake. I actually don’t understand why being naked is a crime if you have a designated area where it could be authorized to be without your clothes. Anyway we’ll begin writing our representatives to modify the laws in the Michigan National Lakeshore in order that people do not have to feel like criminals if they violate no one.
I really don’t understand why with the membership your organizations has, nobody has come up with a strategy to legalize some regions of Michigan to be clothing optional. We have to modify the perception that nakedness is a violation which should be punished by the law. A lewd act should be penalized but a naked body is no reason to be detained or punished.
Oak Park, Illinois
Allow the Adventure Begin!
I’ve always found it interesting how different people define their “first time” nudist encounter. While the first social nudist experience is a significant event, I truly consider two “first times” when I think of my nudist life.
First, is the conscious decision to adopt nudism as part of who I am as a person — to buck social standards, to accept something some others see as unusual. From my earliest period, I’ve always loved being naked. Nevertheless, I was far from open about it, keeping it concealed, keeping it to myself, and like many more, only spending time naked when alone. Why? Anxiety. Anxiety about ridicule, embarrassment, and not being who others wanted me to be.
Also, there was a specific level of self doubt that maybe my nudist hobby was “a bit bizarre.” Maybe it was just a phase. It was not until early maturity that I eventually said, nope, this isn’t unusual, it isn’t a stage — it’s pure, it is wholesome, it is genuine, it’s interesting, and it’s beautiful. More to the point, it is part of me. I’m quite proud of that decision. It’s an achievement every nudist or naturist shares.
My first “social” experience was not at a club or a shore or anything like that. It was in my dwelling. It was the night I got up the nerve, turned to my wife and said, “I think I’d like to be nude around the home occasionally…..merely because I enjoy it. Will that freak you out?” Clearly, she knew I certainly loved being naked, but I had never sought out time to be bare just for the pure enjoyment of it. Naturally, she did not mind. I’ll never forget the exhilaration of walking into our living room, only moments later, totally naked.
Ever since then, I have had many “nude adventures.” As much as I cherish each if them, they all return to the day I first decided nudism was going to be a portion of my own life and also the night I shared it with the love of my life. I’m a better person for it — more joyful, more understanding, more accepting. I’m happy to say I have never looked back!