How I found the wonders of nudist lifestyle

I made the decision to discuss family nudist pics with nudism for a quite simple reason. I am certain that there are lots of girls as well as women who feel like I felt and who aren’t completely certain whether nudism is something for them. I am here to inform you that it is among the best things in the world and that everyone should at least give it a go.


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But, let us begin from the beginning.
I grew up in a small English town with parents who loved me and still love me but who were raised quite traditionally and who approached my breeding with the same rigorous approach they were given. They consistently said that it did them no harm and that it makes up for a normal individual once he or she grows up. I had the misfortune (or, more exactly a fortune), of becoming best friends with a girl called Daphne really early in my life. Now Daphne grew up in a rather liberal family and I always envied her. Whereas she went with her girlfriends on holidays, I had to go with my parents, or at least up until I turned 18. This was the first time I went abroad without them and I went with Daphne.
We went to Croatia, a tiny country in the Mediterranean where it still feels like it’s not spoiled by mass tourism. It was Daphne’s thought and it was not until we got on the airplane that she revealed her plans. We were going to one of the nudist camps that Croatia was famous for back in the day and where there are still great nudist camps. I was lost for words. I really had no thought that Daphne was into this and as it turned out she wasn’t. It was her first time as well. She just thought it’d be a interesting idea. It simply goes without saying that http://etyzo.com was mortified, but the sense of liberty of visiting beachfront without my parents was intoxicating and I went along.
We made it to the camp late in the evening and we went to sleep straight away. The next morning, we were woken by the scorching summer light and by amazing odors of the Mediterranean. We determined to be somewhat less adventurous when we went to the reception and they told us that they have their very own beach. We decided to get it over with promptly and we took off our clothes and did it. This is how the day that changed my life began.
When we got to the beach, it was full of nude people old, young, married, couples, children, you name it, they were there. I was so scared that everybody will be looking at me that I almost passed out. But I understood that no one cared. Everyone was going about their very own company and we put our towels down to sunbathe. When I lay down, I found the first reason why nudists do it. The feeling of warm sun all over your body, on your breasts and down lower was among the most amazing things I’ve ever felt. I’m nearly embarrassed that I started becoming aroused the moment I felt the warm sun on my vagina, it was as if the sun was caressing me and touching me in all the proper places.
Then, we went for a swim and that was when I found the second reason why nudists do it. The cool water, after all the heat of the sun was only insanely pleasurable. I believed my nipples hardening in issue of zeptoseconds and this abrupt change of temperature nearly gave me an orgasm. The sole thing better than that was when we got out of the clearest water I’ve ever seen, back under the sun. The slow warming up of my whole body was entirely new to me, without the wet bikini clinging eternally. It was incredible. I honestly think that if I’ve touched my clit, I’d have come in a second. I managed to hold back, at least until we got back to our room.
It was literally the very best day of my own life.

I had an experience today that was new for me. I was wondering if anyone else has had this happen to them?….

I’d completed my workout, showered, disposed of my towel in a close by bind, and was walking back to my locker (nude, of course) to get dressed. As I turned the corner from the showers toward the lockers, a woman was standing in the path with a bathing suit and towel in her hand. “What are you doing in here!?” she inquired. “I was about to ask you the same question” I answered. Both of us being shocked by seeing the other, I said, “This Is Actually the male locker room.” She responded, “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry….I’m in the wrong place!” “Please forgive my intrusion” she continued, as she followed me to my locker. As I was trying to get my locker opened, she continued to talk to me regarding the facility we were in. This went on for a great two minutes before another man walked in and, took a look, and pulled away behind several other lockers. Eventually, http://b-boyz.com/nudist-video.html said, “I apologize…it was great speaking to you”…and left.

Now, while I was surprised to see her (and she me), I stayed composed and naked (since I had nothing to cover with)
in our conversation. She apparently somewhat appreciated this scenario, since she didn’t immediately run to nudist activity pictures .
Looking back on this, I’m somewhat surprised by her action. If this had happened in her locker room, I am certain that I ‘d have been thrown out or arrested!

Scene – October, early evening, sun just going down and about 70 degree’s. Me (Moron #1) the lately discovered nudist discovers that the timer driven outside lights did not go on because I ‘d forgotten to reset it.

Hmm, timer is outside in front of your home in a surburban neighborhood, no fences everywhere and I live in http://x-nudism.com/demo1.php de sac. Hmmmmmmm, quick look, no one around…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…neighbors right next to me are gone, neighbors across the way live in their own back yard, along with the other neighbors we don’t speak to…heck with it. It is right outside the door, NO ONE is around I Will only step outside real quickly, alter the timer and no harm done right? Right.

Open door, step though, close door because interior lights are on and I don’t need to provide a comprehensive shadow to my clueless(about my lifestyle anyway) neighbors. Adjust timer, lights will pop on in 5 min. Excellent. Open the door…jiggle handle…jiggle handle furiously…invent swear words while feelings of overexposure set in.

Fast look around while trying to remember if we really purchased the spare key and had the presence of mind to place in outside somewhere for similar, but clothed emergencies. NOPE! Still on the counter. Fantastic. Fast mental review of open doors…back door, open…no fence surban setting, (did I mention I lived on the corner of the cul-de-sac?) to far to walk, garage car door closed but for some reason, walk thru is broken open.

The garage door is http://x-nudism.com . Brilliant. I’ll only quicly walk over that way and AS I TURN AROUND, my next door neighbors drive up in the van AND my neighbors across the way who live in their own back yard walk by on the sidewalk by using their dog.

Fantastic. “Um….hi?” said while doing my best run while not running into the open garage.

Nobility is not a birthright, it’s explained by one’s actions.

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.

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