My partner and I planned to spend a day walking in the country park which runs along the coast from Hastings

(Sussex, England) to Petts Amount where there’s a beach with the remains of a petrified forest.
Knowing that my wife wouldn’t manage to resist paddling in the sea when pussy beach reached the shore I had packaged towels in a rucksack together with our lunch.
Nearly as soon as we approached Hastings in our auto the sun came out as though to make a mockery of the weather forecast of a warm but cloudy day. We’d walked far before it was really quite hot. There are coves at the bottom of the cliffs but we generally avoided the steep ascent required to reach them (they are now inaccessible as coastal erosion has made the cliffs dangerous). However my wife could see the sea and wanted to reach it! We followed a route which seemed to be leading in the right course and this brought us to the very top of a wooden staircase. However there was a sign which warned that on the shores one might see naturists … My wife said it was a shame to turn back now.
Fully being a hot day there was quite numerous people already in the cove. One end was clearly a suntrap and was crowded – primarily with naturists as far as we could tell from a distance. We made our approach to a less crowded area and put down our towels to make the pebbles more comfortable to sit on while we ate our lunch. I took off my teeshirt and my wife surveyed the beach. She said it was a pity we had come unprepared but did I think her underwear would look like a bikini. I said that her knickers would probably pass but I wasn’t certain about her bra. She agreed and quickly took off her skirt. After stopping she subsequently took off her blouse and her bra. On vacation in France she had frequently gone topless so this wasn’t particularly surprising. I don’t normally wear anything under shorts so I asked her if she minded if took off my shorts since it was so hot, She said that was OK so we sat and ate our lunch with me naked and her wearing only her knickers.
After lunch my wife began to get restless. The sea was calling … It was noticeable that at our end of the shore quite a lot of girls who sunbathed topless put on their tops to walk down to the sea to swim; equally women and men who were sunbathing nude replaced their costumes before walking to the ocean. My wife then took off her knickers and inquired if I wanted to really go in for a swim.

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She said she’d have to maintain her knickers dry as she could not walk back up the stairs in a skirt without wearing . Walking down that beach hand in hand with my beautiful nude wife is just one of my happiest and proudest memories. After swimming we sunbathed some more and then after another swim it was time to carry on our walk. That was our first visit to a clothing optional beach.
We’d previously visited on a few occasions a spa using a sauna where costumes weren’t worn so this was not a instance of the first time naked in public but it was the first time outdoors. Since then we have seen French clothing optional beaches but my wife prefers to put on a bikini (or at least the bottom) while I typically go naked. On one occasion we had gone out on a dull day and been surprised when it turned hot and again my wife had stripped happily as it was the only way she’d be able to swim. I do not understand why she prefers to wear a costume but I treasure the memory of that day in Fairlight Cove.

I want to just start off by saying a little about myself. Im a 25 year old male and was brought up in

a home where nudity wasnt forbad, but it was understood that nudity proved to be a private thing.
I cant honestly recall ever seeing anyone naked growing up. I did however like to be naked by myself and occasionally swim bare in our pool. I could hardly consider myself a nudist.
Now onto my first encounter, which happened just this past weekend. My aunt and uncle encouraged me to go with them to the desert for the weekend to ride their quads and 4×4. Essentially simply a getaway. It had been a little over a year since I ‘d seen them and we got to catching up about whats new in our own lives. It was then that they told me that they were striving nudism. The manner that my aunt said it was kind of tongue-in-cheek , and so I thought she was kidding. So I said, In Case you do it, Ill do it, in a joking tone. Nothing else was said about it during the remainder of the drive.
After a day of riding and having a fantastic time, I went into their travel trailer to get cleaned up while my uncle headed off into town to get more gas for the following day. My aunt was getting cleaned in the shower so I just started watching television. After a couple of minutes, she comes out of the small shower totally nude. After taking a brief look, my instincts were to look away at the television. She then sat right across from me and began running a comb through her hair. Having never seen her like this, I saw that she was in incredible physical shape for a lady in her mid forties. Noticing that I looked uncomfortable, she inquired if she should cover up. I told her that she didnt have to, it was her trailer and she should do as she pleased. I then got up and took a shower. After departing the ridiculously tiny bathroom (fully clothed), I took the same seat across from her and began to watch tv again. She asked me if I was open to the idea of nudism and what I thought about it. We started chatting and I noticed that I got used to her being naked, also it became easier to speak to her. She’d covered herself with a blanket from the waist down, so it seemed that talking to my topless aunt was simpler than talking to my absolutely nude aunt. I had told her about my closet nudist actions in the past. She explained that social nudism is way easier if you simply go for it rather than second guessing whether youll fit in.

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By this time, my uncle had made it back and was jumping into the shower. I told her that my primary stress was getting , in front of my aunt no less. She told me that thats a common fear and that it probably wouldnt occur. But if it did, its not something to be embarrassed about, its a regular matter. She then got up to make dinner in the kitchen/living area (yea, its that small!). After our conversation, I didnt really mind that she was absolutely bare again. Paying a lot more attention to preparing the meal, she asked if I was interested in attempting social nudism with them. I told her that I would like to. So using her simply go for it slogan, I stripped off everything right afterward. Good for you she said. Nearly immediately, my anxiety was recognized. When that last stitch was off, and she turned around, I got an instant full on erection. She just looked at me in the eye and said relax, the challenging parts around. I sat down and went back to attempting to focus on the television show. After several deathly, shameful moments, I realized . I didn’t get an erection since I was turned on by my aunt (thank god!), I got one because I was nude in front of her. Having never been in this location before, I was responding to it with a sexual feeling, where it had nothing to do with sex. Once I realized that there was nothing sexual about nudism, I relaxed a lot.
Then my uncle emerged from the shower and my humiliation emerged again. My entire life, I’ve been on the lanky side and have had poor self esteem because of it. But I could tell instantly that I was physically ,ahem, smaller than him in every way! We ended up talking about that and how self acceptance is really a huge part of nudism. Those three days were probably the most freeing days Ive ever had. I came away from this trip with a feeling of optimism and great self acceptance and self esteem. In a way, stripping away the clothing freed me from self loathing. I cant wait till the following trip!

A Model Nudist, Part One

I was raised in an extremely modest dwelling. Full nudity was confined to the bathroom and only consisted of shower or bath time. I don’t recall ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that is why nudity fascinated me as a teenager (beyond the ordinary curiosity about sex, etc.).

Someplace around seventh grade, I started reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan books by Robert E. Howard.

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The covers of these paperbacks featured excellent paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. A lot of them included nudity by members of both genders. The nudity was not of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other endeavors. Lots of them involved combat, where I figured nudity was undoubtedly not advantageous.

The stories in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity quite often, particularly the Martian novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from World) and the Martian characters thought nothing of running around in the altogether. In fact, the John Carter character’s approach of transport to Mars consistently required him waking up nude somewhere on earth. My young head wondered what such a location would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be ashamed.

I had only learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant phenomenon (the movie “A Shot in the Dark” being the most celebrated reference). In high school, I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp somewhere in our county, but in the days before the Web, a teen like me had no clue where to go to find out more.

I eventually graduated high school and went off to college. While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing course. The concept of modeling for such a class was both scary and exciting at the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for versions. They were paying five dollars, which, in the time, was better than any other occupation I could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an effort to bring the female model there. My drawings were horrible, but I wasn’t too interested in drawing. I wanted to watch a session and see how the model acted, was handled, etc. It took me awhile to assemble the nerve to register as a model myself, but I finally did.

I got a call from the coordinator of such open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he needed someone to cover. I accepted somewhat reluctantly. Once I hung up the telephone, I recognized the course began in less than an hour. I took a long walk around campus before going into nude beach bodies . There were just two girls who’d shown up to draw that night. It was election night, and I’m sure lots of folks stayed home to watch the returns.

I didn’t even have a robe, but the female model I ‘d observed hadn’t had one either. I just stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my knickers, took a deep breath, and slipped them away. There I was. Both ladies didn’t run screaming that there clearly was a naked man in the room. I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Manager

My lovely wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on vacation, we chose to see Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we could not see the office, only a sign pointing to where it was. Getting out of the vehicle, we shucked our clothes, grabbed a towel and went searching for the office.

When we explained to the supervisor that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and you are already nude!”

Yes, we were, and we certainly enjoyed our say in the gardens.

OY VEY! My Jewish Mother

I was raised by a Jewish mother who taught me that showing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not amazing or perfect. I heard it all the time. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “strange looking” in her eyes.

At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was really going to every weekend. (Pirates Cove in Malibu). He desired me to go with him. I believed he was crazy. I resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He promised we’d leave if I couldn’t handle it. climbed the rocks with trepidation. We got onto the seashore, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me perhaps 20 seconds to take my clothes off. That entire summer was like the summer that I fell in love with myself and my body for the very first time ever.

At the conclusion of the summer, we broke up; and I never went to another nude beach or resort until I was 42. I missed it. I felt like something was missing. No one would go with me. Finally, at 42, some friends confessed to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure delight.

I begged them to take me. We ordered it for the following weekend. I was so excited that I made myself ill. Nothing was going to prevent me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became extremely living and whole again. That was 1993. Today, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I’m so lucky to be able to dwell here. As a single gal, I feel safe.

Land O’ Lakes, Florida
We Never Looked Back

We were curious, concerned and fearful, all at the same time. We researched various alternatives and selected “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time trip. Once we walked in, it was clear this wasn’t going to be our regular vacation. We were shown around the grounds by Mary Clare and then went to our room to get unpacked.

After a few minutes, we ventured out and my wife was confident she’d leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the sole person with anything on and quickly took them off.

On that first trip, we met fantastic people who have become life long friends and can not picture life without nude diversion.

For those who have thought of trying it, stop thinking and start planning. You won’t regret it.

This Altered My Life

One day when my parents weren’t home I was in my robe alone in the house. I’d get two weeks home alone and it was summer so when they left I went outside and let the robe drop to the ground. I recognized the cool summer breeze and the way it felt so great so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

For the remainder of that summer I did not put on garments. My parents were scared at first but they recognized this was what made me happy.

Doylestown, Pennsylvania

I never believed I will have the ability to go nude on a beach

Before I begin writing anything else and before I discuss with you my story of my first nude beach encounter, I feel that
I have to say several things about the girlfriends I went with. These are my three best girlfriends that I have understood for many years, ever since we started first grade. We remained great girlfriends all these years and every year (when we can manage it), muriel nude beach go for a holiday down to Mexico and check out a new location every year. It has been our little tradition for a few years now and we have had some crazy times south of the border. Nevertheless, this last year was really something else. It was the very first time we went to a nudist beach and I merely have to discuss our experience.
We initially believed that it would just be another one of our excursions, all four of us were really psyched to go and we actually wanted the holiday. Additionally, we chose to go someplace where we could really kick back and relax without having to party all night long. We decided on a location called Riviera Maya that’s just south of Cancun, but in addition just south enough to avoid all the crowds that harass Cancun. When we got there, it was like paradise. You know those shores with the insanely white sand and crystal clear waters that only entice you to jump in without even checking in? Well, it was one of these places. I could recommend it to virtually everyone.
And for a couple of days, everything was going as planned. We were relaxing on the shores entire day long, went out for a couple drinks in the evenings and we were, if we’re honest, being a boring bunch. In fact, it was becoming a bit too boring.

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I mean we were still in our 20ies and however exhausted you get over the course of the year, you do need some pleasure when you go on a holiday. That’s when one of my girlfriends, Tyra, said that there’s a beach where nudists go, something of a combined shore at which young nudist family are able to go either clothed or in the nude. This was something we never tried before and we determined that it will be a great way to spice things up a bit. We also hoped that there would be some guys there that we could take a look at in the nude. You never know, right?
The very first thing that we noticed when we got to the seashore is that everyone was in their swimming suits, guys, girls, everyone. We were a bit disappointed and we already thought that someone has misinformed us, maybe even as a prank, sending four girls to a “supposed” nudist beach and then laughing their heads off picturing us waltzing nude to a regular seashore. As it turned out, this wasn’t true. The nudist part of the shore was a bit down the shore and we soon began finding more and more folks enjoying their day in the seashore in the nude. There were girls in topless, girls that were completely nude and even a few extremely hot guys all naked and showing off. One man truly had something to show off if you know what I mean.
Then it hit us we were extremely unsure. Or at least three of us were. Tyra was naked before we could put our towels down and I can tell you that it was a glorious sight to see her in all her curvy goodness all bare and not worrying about a thing. I chose to give topless a go and the picture that I sent you is simply that. Tyra in the middle, all nude and without a care in the world. Me in topless and our two girlfriends with their backs to the camera, still not feeling daring enough.
The next day, however, we were all nude as the day we were born and I can let you know that it’s the best thing a girl can do. The freedom is intoxicating and the sun feels so great on the naked skin.

Well yesterday I finally had the opportunity to bare the nat- ural, and walk into the sun. To swim carefree in this world. in para- dice.

The shores in the sun. The feeling of the atmosphere on my body and the coolness of the clear clean salt waters of the carabean ocean were beyond words. to walk in the most natural and free manner possible, like it was supposed to be be. Without a soul to attention. their were hundreds others around
but they also were swimming carefree in this marvelous location, observing schools of fish swim by, and talking to each other like they were . Others were outside walking on the fine white sands of the shore. We were talking and unashamed, floating and swimming readily in the wonderful blue waters of the bay, the sun warming us with its extreme life giving rays from above. Gone were the difficulties I’ve had in days gone by with a swimsuit filling up with air and sand and binding in the worst possible of ways. It was wonderful not to have to sit in a soggy swimsuit for a change. Walking down the beach could not have been easier because even though we all seemed a little different, we were all actually the same, without any racial, social or sexual hurdles to overcome.
My wife on the other hand was a little uncomfortable to say the least. In my heart I know she would have loved it if she’d have tried it, but there were too many dilemmas for her to overcome before she could justify losing her body armor. In case you enjoy you could blame it on age, you could blame it on her self image. You could say it is the taboos someone has drilled into for a long time, that the body is bad, and seeing it’s a sin,or something. ( I really don’t actually know anywhere that this is backed up by facts!)
You could say she’s a little set in her manners or a little hard headed. You could say she only believed bare was indecent and lewd, and always sexual in content. I have to admit I believe that it is a shame that 90% of the worlds people are driven by these same miss guided principles. I think I’m lucky to join the 10% or so who may be a little more receptive to these not so new notions.
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Hello to all, this is my first post on this forum and it comes after my first visit to a clothing optional resort.

My first naked exterior experience occurred when I was probably 10. My cousins dared me to run around our grandma’s house nude. I took the challenge and adored it. I have looked for opportunities to be naked outside ever since. Nevertheless, being raised in a traditional family and now married to a great woman who was also raised conservatively I haven’t had many opportunities.
I’m nude round the house as much as possible, but that is becoming limited nowadays as our daughter is getting older and our traditional breeding and thoughts of modesty are causing me to be clothed more around . The cover up was causing me to go a little mad though, I needed to be naked somewhere. I was doing dumb things, going naked in places that if I was found I could get in trouble.
All that said, the wife and kids were out of town this weekend, so I took the opportunity to visit a clothing optional resort nearby and try it out for a little while.
I had two chief issues going in, one of which had been eased by reading other posts on this particular forum. I was afraid of acquiring an erection. Did not occur, not even close. My other concern, and guys you’ll value this, was that after swimming, exercise, or just being nervous my penis and testicles shrivel up and I feel like I look like a five year old. I was afraid that the anxiousness associated with my first encounter being bare freely would cause this to occur and I ‘d be self concious about perceived size. A quick check of the specific situation about five full minutes before I arrived verified that anxiety. I was apprehensive and so were the lads. Yet, after a fast tour with the owner and checking in for the day I was feeling fairly relaxed. Less worried about a first experience and much more delighted with the opportunity to do something that I understood I needed to do.

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Without nervousness or hesitation I parked the car and used it as my locker. With people walking around both clothed and bare and stripped off right there and headed for the pool. And I am happy to report the lads were hanging loose, so panic number two turned out to be a non factor.
As for the visit itself, it was so so. I went alone, and while the folks were friendly and said hello, most kept to themselves. There was not much going on at the time. There were probably 30 to 40 folks around the pool and that was it. No one was in the lodge or hot tub, or so family nudism pics and lounge deck where the sole alternatives for socializing.
All in all is was a good encounter. Like most who post about their very first time, my nervousness was gone very quickly. Now I just need to convince my wife that it is wise for her to try it.

I dont’t know if I was courageous ot did not desire the day to

end but several years back while visiting A nudist club in North Georgia which I was a member I ‘d stayed till the sun had gone down, I headed down the hill and was getting my clothes from the rear of and ceased,I relized I still did’t need the day to end and threw my clothing back into the van and got behind the steering wheel naked and headed for the gate. I made it to the main highway when I relized I was still nude and had sixty miles to go and had to pass through three towns and lots of red lights before I was dwelling. I rolled down my windows and enjoyed the summer wind,passing through the first town and than reaching the second town was easy until I stopped for the red light I looked back and saw the police car also joining me at the light,the light changed and I was again on my way,a little bit nervous but it did not continue notably after the police car turned after a couple streets. Soon I arrived in my drive where I departed my van retrived my unused clothes and headed inside hoping not to shock the neighbors what a hurry how alive I felt.

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I only done that once and I don’t understand why I did’nt do it more often.possibly shortly !
Being a real nudist weather at a nudist beach or club or even at home will keep you youthful and alive,it does not matter weather you are young or old skinny or fat tall or short enjoy yourself be bare be naked be alive….

The Sunday morning dawned bright and early and we had plans to check out of the apartment as soon as possible

, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the shore before driving back to Brisbane as well as our flight to Sydney.
Nonetheless, we’dnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon and the Hastings Street area being closed down for this occasion. The agent we had reserved through was right in the centre of the area and we ended up parking farther away than our flat had been from the representative. This was our first hurdle soon followed by trying to find somew here for breakfast, which finally proved too difficult and we headed around to Sunshine Beach to snatch a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Talking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also discovered that access to Alexandria Bay was potential from Sunshine Beach and was a much shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we immediately headed off and found a parking space from this side of the park.
The walk in was shorter, only just more than 1km but had none of the remarkable scenery of the Noosa side. Anyhow by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and started looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the shore there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the last day.
The site was easily found as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were immediately out of our clothing and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling about in her backpack she then pulled out her bikini and draped it over the branch, then the towel was carefully laid out, she sat down and began to disrobe stopping when all she had on was the most miniature lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was really going to take that away, and she clarified that she might get nude after in the day, if her trust came again.
We laid there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was proposed, we looked up and quite several folks had gathered in our area and along the entire beach. Shani stolen out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, and also the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both nude. When we got out onto the sandbank the water was about waist deep and we stood there and crashed against the waves as they rolled in, soon Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to land there was a line of five guys simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. Not one of these men had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d have to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank along with the beach) we waited for these men to proceed before making the water. After a few minutes this hadn’t occurred so Angela used her normal diplomatic fashion and cried at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also the guys scattered, allowing us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for a while when a female voice interrupted our quiet.
It was the girl from yesterday, who’d been nude but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us.

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We didnt have an issue with that and dialogue readily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he’d suggested Noosa for the surfing and actually enjoyed surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the spot suitably isolated that she’d started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was fine.
We inquired in case the boyfriend (I dont remember his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem with her being nude. Sarah went on to clarify that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he believed she was getting nude to upset him. Apparently , Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself expecting to locate some female company and they would meet up later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it was clear that possessiveness proved to be a real issue between them. Anyway the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we had a few swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained undetectable. The four of us stayed naked for the remainder of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the beach together, and shot a couple of photographs of the seashore valuing naturist photo etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not examining and actually doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life plan I struggle to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of traveling (the one after consistently carry a towel) consistently wear fresh knickers we all had the novel experience of being dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she intended following the naked thing when she got home and she said she’d, but I guess it’s only a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom just at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went in the toilets and removed the offending item and flew house commando.

My first experience as a nudistMy name is Elizabeth and

I liked to share my first nudist encounter
with all the universe and I thought that this may be the best location to do this. I wanted to share not only my story with you, but my first nude picture which was ever taken by another person, outside. But the image is only half the story and while I’m certain that you’ll adore the photo (how’s that for modesty?), I think that most of you’ll also prefer to hear how a girl like me, a shy girl which has never done anything crazy in her life, decided to take it all away and show the world her entire bod.
I was raised in a family that could possibly best be described as a very conservative one. It’s not like we’re some religious addicts or anything like that, but my parents both came from quite old-fashioned families and they raised us like that as well. There was never talk about sex in our home, there was never talk of nudity, there was no HBO, stuff like that. This resulted in me becoming fairly self-conscious and rather to myself from the very beginning. It isn’t like I was a nun or anything like that, but flashing my boobs once I got drunk and stuff like that was never my thing. On the flip side, most of my friends were discontinue like that; the marvels of growing up in the 21st century, I guess.
Last year, we went on a holiday to Mexico, just like we did every year. We have been checking out all the hottest places in Mexico for several years back and we had fantastic time every year. This year, we went to a location we have not been to before and it was the best year yet, for them because they could get drunk all the time and for me because I’ve found how great it is to swim and sunbathe in the nude.
Namely, due to the very fact that I never could or wanted to drink as much as my pals, I constantly had the mornings to myself, mornings that I ‘d usually spend on a beach, reading a novel and relaxing like I never could when they were around. And this day, I overheard a nice Swedish couple from our resort talking about going to a nudist beach nearby. They were in their forties and still rather captivating, her in particular. And then I did something I ‘d never done before. I approached them in the reception and asked them if I could hitch a ride with them. They were happy to help and we were there in less than half an hour.
It was the first time I went to a nudist beach and I actually felt like fish out of water initially. All those nude people, so oblivious of the fact that they are naked, it was something else. The Swedish couple was likewise bare as soon as they reached the seashore. She looked fantastic. That is when I decided that I got nothing to be ashamed of and I took off my clothing too. I never thought something easy like that can be so liberating. I felt like an entirely new man just by taking off my bikini. The fine Swedish woman complimented me on my body and she recognized a first timer at the same time. She explained that I’ll want to have a photo of myself nude on a beach for the very first time and she wasn’t erroneous. It’s this picture.
Being naked was just so fantastic.

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In the beginning, you think like everyone is looking at , but you soon realize that this isn’t the case. You are yourself, you are free and you are feeling things you never had before. I really could feel the sun on my flesh like never before and the cool water and also the wind. I felt so naughty and so alluring like I ‘d never felt before. It was more than great, it was life-transforming. I’ll never forget my first time and now I ‘ve a picture to go with it. I hope appreciate it.

Though I Have considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I’m 41) I

really began down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I really don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents view of it was not favorable. So I’m pretty sure doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mom got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my dad went to work regular. With my mom working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer house to myself during the weekday.
I started by being naked inside the home while they were gone to work. Usually I would just do items anyone might do but I ‘d do it nude. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside bare.
At this time I should describe my area. It was an old blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little bigger than half an acre. When they built the area they didn’t comprise an street. At the far rear there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story after), some trees, and also a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the homes in the rear. On either side of the back yard were other homes with only a wire fence dividing the lawns. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on either side. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was average sized with a driveway and no fencing or seclusion for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another neighborhood street.
My first encounters going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I presumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I made a decision to find more ways to be naked outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to find a means to be bare when my parents were home.
I made the decision to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it would be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I imagine that did not matter. It’d have simply appeared to them like another one of those crazy ideas I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I guess had truly been a rather good sized workshop long time past, was in fairly good condition structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of soil and trash had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to utilize the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a big open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was larger, gave additional protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while nude.
But none of this was enough for me. So I decided to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I began climbing out my bedroom window naked at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the house with a brick wall dividing it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while nude. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The only risk was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I wasn’t in the room. Gradually I began to walk further and further in the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there was not any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this wasn’t the largest danger I took. Currently I also quit utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door naked, in broad daylight, and across the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I would climb over the fence solely for the encounter. Anything to enhance the sense of being bare. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the truly foolish section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the garbage outside while naked. Maybe I was nave and really thought I could only get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else.

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Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk of being caught. Recall there wasn’t an alley so crap pick up happened in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the street carrying a bag of litter. And wouldn’t you understand it some neighbor children (who I didn’t understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a minute. I turned and walked back in the house frightened I was going get in huge trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the following or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
After that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a friend I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they often did when the weather was fine. Nevertheless , as soon as I came up I saw they were not happy. It was then that I learned that the children had told their parents who’d phoned the cops. The police had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were quite old- and didn’t approve of nudism. They just couldn’t comprehend why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outdoor nudist adolescent experiences to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I’d still sometimes be bare inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house naked. Afterward about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my beliefs and naturism. In reality, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body recognition. While my wife became a household nudist I accepted social naturism as being a big part of my entire life.
Today whenever the temperature allows I’m nude at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites too as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I’m participating in social nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.