My feelings haven’t changed much since:

I still prefer if nudity is shared by all people present.

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I am more open minded, however, about cloths accompanying their nudist friend or S/O; if they are cool with me, I’m cool with them.

Both scenarios I presented, I also understand, were a bit unique. In the first, we were a group of nude individuals who had just spent the whole week end completely bare; and here walks in a completely dressed woman! Which sort of broke up the nude vibe we were all enjoying.
The second situation was genuinely a “chickening out . , or so she said, thought to join me but completely froze up (self-consciousness kicked in). She had no rational explanation for it; but I think it’s to do with the whole “easier to be naked among strangers than with a friend/relative” matter. Her daughter came in the image only a while later, inquiring why we weren’t bare; her mother explained that she’d chickened out. Which caused her to also chicken out and return with a bathing suit on!

Since then, I have found myself in an “only nude person in the room” situation once or even twice. In those scenarios, it didn’t bother me because those were folks who commonly went nude, only not in . One was on a chilly morning at the resort; sarongs and T shirts everywhere except me. The way I looked at it: “I did not merely drive 90 miles to keep my clothes on! No way!” Another time, I was over at a friend’s house and he invited me to make myself comfortable. Why was that different from my second scenario? My nudity did not affect him as it’d my friend. No worries; no intrusion? Then .

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

actually started down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I don’t recall. Since I was raised in an extremely old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents view of it was not positive. 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 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 bare within the home while they were gone to work. Usually I’d only do things anyone might do but I would do it bare. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside bare.
At this point I should describe my area. It was an old blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they assembled the area they did not comprise an street. At the far back there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story later), some trees, as well as a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the rear. On each side of the back yard were other houses with only a wire fence dividing the lawns. This meant our property was open to seeing by neighbors on both sides. They had fences, trees, and structures 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 most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with a different area street.
My first experiences going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I’d look to see whether 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 decided to find more ways to be nude outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a way to be naked when my parents were home.
I chose to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own private naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I think that did not matter. It would have just appeared to them like another one of those crazy ideas I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I imagine had truly been a fairly good sized workshop long time ago, was in fairly good shape structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of dirt and junk had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was public nudism (to make use of the word loosely) it was time to make it private. So got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a large 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 home and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave added protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I actually don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while naked.
But none of this was enough for me. So I decided to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the home with a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while bare. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The only threat was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I was not in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further in the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there wasn’t 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 risk I took. Right now I also stopped using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I made a decision to walk out the front door nude, in broad daylight, and across the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I would climb over the fence just for the experience. Anything to enhance the sensation of being naked. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was risky as well.
Now comes the truly ridiculous part of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the trash outside while nude. Perhaps I was nave and really thought I could just get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or perhaps it was the thrill of the danger of getting caught. Recall there wasn’t an alley so rubbish pick up occurred in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the road carrying a bag of trash. And would not you know it some neighbor children (who I didn’t know) went by on their bikes, halted and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the home frightened I was going get in huge trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
Later 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 generally did when the weather was pleasant. But when I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned that the kids had told their parents who had called the authorities. The authorities had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. But when they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the cops 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 conservative and didn’t approve of nudism.

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They simply could not understand why I would do something like this. And sex on the beach asses in public talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outdoor nudist adolescent adventures 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 lovely wife and I did not go around the house bare. Then about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my religion and naturism. In reality, I learned that they actually go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body acceptance. While my wife became a family nudist I taken societal naturism as really being a big part of my life.
Now whenever the temperature permits I’m naked at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites along with participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I’m participating in societal nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have no problem with my naturism.

Several years back I was reading through the little paper our city puts out to advertise

community events. I found that our local art centre offered a non-instructed life drawing class in which artists could show up with their favored sketching media, pay a fee, and be provided with a bare model for three hours. I wondered what it’d be like to be that version, so I rode my bicycle down there to implement. They hired me on the spot and asked me to cover the class for the subsequent Saturday.

It’s typical of me to leap before I look, and so on the way home I started to see that I had no idea what an artwork model does, since I ‘d never been to such a course. Im not exactly a graceful girl. I never took ballet or gymnastics in .

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I ride and go camping and backpacking. So when I got home I made some phone calls and found who gave me some tips over the telephone. That Saturday I showed up to find about 15 adults milling about drinking Starbucks. After the initial introductions, I stepped up on the little period and disrobed to started my first ever poses. The amusing thing is that I was exceptionally nervous all morning until I took my clothes off. Once naked, I felt relaxed and comfortable and could feel myself taking charge of things. was excellent!

A couple of days later the college art instructor called me back to see how things had gone. I told her I had adored it and that several of the artists had remarked that I was the very best model they’d ever seen. She said, Great! So come work for me. Ill see you next Wednesday. After that my phone was practically calling off the hook from various other educators with job offers. I wound up modeling all around town for a little over two years until I retired from it to devout my time to a new horse with area issues that required a great deal of focus.

All in all it was a amazing time in my entire life that left me which has many fun stories to tell when I am a little old lady in the retirement home.

My first nudist experience came when I was 17 (I am 24 now for reference).

I made friends with a girl in high school that year named Veronica, and I later came to discover that she and her mother were both nudists.
A couple weeks after that, I was invited to dinner at Veronica’s house with and her mom. Veronica’s mother wasn’t home when we got there so she encouraged me to go swimming with her in their pool. Veronica of course stripped down nude and dove in, but I was a little more apprehensive. I hadn’t been raised with the same sort of acceptance towards nudity that she had, and as a result I was a bit uneasy being nude in front of anyone, not to mention I was quite embarrassed about the size of my, well…you know.

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Anyway, I elected to go swimming in my tightey- since I didn’t have my swimsuit on me, and we had a amazing time in the water together. At some point my knickers slipped off in the water and I did not even understand it. After getting out of the water, I heard Veronica giggle and she said to me that I looked good naked. Of course I immediately turned red and covered myself up, but after she pointed out that she had already seen me naked and there wasn’t much use trying to conceal it anymore, I relented, and despite my previous worries jumped back into the pool nude.
Much to my surprise I loved how much enjoyment and free swimming was, and telling this to Veronica she reacted by saying that is how she felt everyday and that is why she adored being a nudist so much. Not long after that Veronica’s mom returned home and was really surprised to see me naked, to which I joked that her daughter had converted me. I chose to stay nude for the remaining of the day, had dinner with them naked, and that encounter ultimately opened my eyes to what an excellent lifestyle nudism is.
Once I went to school and moved out on my own, along with plenty of encouragement from Veronica, I determined to become a nudist full time like her and I Have been one ever since. Veronica and I also started dating that year and we’re still together.

I wasn’t actually going to sign up and kind about “my first time”

, but i discovered there are a few of you who are still hesitant about going out in public.
To start with i really must recommend it. It’s possible the most relaxing and pleasant feeling in the whole world. Everything everyone has typed about this is so very true.
I reside in an exceedingly cold country where being outdoors in the nude isn’t as comfortable as I’d prefer it to be, still the first time i ever went outside in the nude was about a 5 minute walk from my parents home. I’d have been about 15-16 years old in the time (I’m 22 now) and it was very much an intentional matter. My family aren’t nudists, nor does anyone else I know do that (that I am aware of). I just always remember feeling great when I walked about nude in my bedroom of after a shower. I appreciated how amazing it felt to have the atmosphere around me encompass every bit of my body. So, this one day i went along the road, it was fairly overcast and it looked like it was really going to rain so I knew there wasn’t likely to be anyone going about. By the time i got there it was pouring with rain, but I understood I was not going to back out of that.

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No chance. Since the location was rural i did not have much hesitation taking my clothes away, I ‘d time to think it over before I went and by the time i got there i figures providing nobody was there then I’d be cool with it.
From that day on I would spend some time at home in the nude, but nowhere else. I did it in private and nobody ever understood about it. Last September i jetted off to Australia. I had learned that there was a local nudist beach nearby (less than 30 minute car journey) and I always liked to go and check it out. I didn’t desire my family in Oz to understand about it, so I let it be until such time as to which I could go. Several months went by and I went to a public garments just shore along the road on a nice summers day. It was the first time I’d actually taken my shirt off on a busy beach, I’d always been self concious of my body even though I am not that . Then I went into the water with my shorts on. But not long before I got in I pulled my trunks down as I was interested to see what it felt like with what felt like nothing ont. It was amazing! I stood in the deep water with my trunks down and my top off, it was as if I was naked. I knew nobody could see me, so I believed it’d be okay. With this time it was the turn of the new year. I had a car, and I could just go wherever I wanted and when I wanted. So my ideas went back to . I woke up one morning around 6am just as the sun was beginning to rise. I jumped into my car and drove to the seashore. There were folks there al read y which I had expected there would not be. It was the very first time I’d actually seen as many nude people before, so it was a funny moment. I walked to the end of the beach which was most deserted and sat on my towel for about 15 minutes believing that I was not going to leave without doing this. I just knew I had to do it at least once. The sun was out and it absolutely was hot, so I got my shirt off and put on some sun cream. The longer i stood there the more folks arrived, so I needed to do something soon. So, I just pulled down my shorts and i was totally exposed. Then I formed a dash into the water which initially was extremely cold, but how great it was to be in the water knowing that nobody cared if I was naked or not.
I stayed in the water for up to around 2 hours. Individuals were laying down next to my towel and clothes and i began to feel a bit unusual knowing that when I leave individuals will see me. I just accepted it and eventually went back to my towel and sat for a bit before leaving. I went back the following day and did it all again, this time I really had no ease in undressing. I simply felt good, so I took my clothes off as soon as I got to the shore and walked along in the nude. As the day passed I gradually went closer to the bigger groups of people and sat amongst them. It’s without doubt the most natural I ‘ve ever felt. And it’s an experience everyone should try at least once, it makes you question the function of clothing. Allowed when it is chilly, you must wear clothing but I see no other reason to wear them other than that. Yesterday morning i walked along the street to where i first did my outside nudism and once again stripped off. I walked a great half mile along (link areas to fields) and it got me thinking about nudism. I sit here at home and I ‘m bare because nobody is here, it’s merely wonderful. I hope to stick around here for a little if nobody minds.

Hi. My first encounter was really by accident. I just come home from school.

I was about 13 or 14 at the time. And I had gym class the last interval of the day.
So usually when I came home I’d get a shower. Usually I’d get undressed in my room and walk down the hall to the bathroom nude without thinking twice about it. I generally left the door open so I could hear the phone if it rang. as soon as I got done with my shower, I dried off and as I began walking down the corridor to get dressed in my room, the phone rang. So I ran back down the hall, through the kitchen and into the living room where the phone was. (It was my friend Angela who called). So I sat down on the couch and spoke to her for a half an hour. I was sitting there nude and not even thinking about it. When I hung up I decided to see TV. So as I was sitting there thought to my self. Im nude in my house sitting there watching TV. I really thought I was doing something incorrect.

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But as I thought about it, was really relaxing. I could feel the cool air from the air -conditioner across my bust and also the feel of on my behind. I just felt naughty lol. I only felt nude beach gallery . Free from wearing a bra, free from wearing pants or a top. It just felt so good.
I new my parents went going to be home till 8 at night. So I made my self something to eat, did my homework and relaxed bare. I loved every minute of it. And ever since that day, I have been doing it since. As soon as I cam home from school I ‘d be nude. Until my parents came home, they didn’t enjoy nudity at all. One time my mother saw me walk from the bathroom to my room nude and she was, put some cloths on right now. But I didnt listen. I just stayed in my room with all the door shut so she was not able to see me bare. Lol Well thats my story!

My Story

I wasn’t raised in a nudist family but I would go skinny dipping as a youngster growing up on a farm. as soon as I returned from the Gulf War I decided life was too short not to attempt something I was always interested in. So when I heard about a nude beach near where I was stationed I went. I had an excellent time; it was quite a liberating experience.

I continued going and made friends. Over time I joined a club and then started going to bare resorts. I found the folks there were so open and fair and non-judgmental. I found that there were so many others just like me there and no one was there to have a look at others, only for the pure pleasure and enjoyment of relaxing without clothing. I understand that may seem hard to trust but that’s the truth. We made great friends and my family became members to that club and even now we maintain our membership at a closeby club.

I just wish the people could see that we’re ordinary, regular people who only happen to enjoy relaxing without clothing on our time off. My grown daughter has plenty of self confidence about herself and element of the reason is that she knows what real women look like and does not feel insecure about herself. That’s a direct consequence of her being raised in a nudist family. I think that if more people tried it they would see what I am referring to.

Hiking In The Nude

Having experienced public nudity on occasion in the past, I am no stranger to that feeling of once experienced, never going back. Nevertheless, I began seeing stories about trekking naked outside west and in the Alps, first in Wikipedia, then elsewhere, seven years back.

What a easy, sensible idea that could not possibly fly on the east shore, or so I believed. I had to attempt it (bucket list if you will). Like skinny dipping in the wind instead of in the water. So I headed to Vermont where I could find suitably distant terrain and legality. Well all I can say is that the encounter was transforming, like that of finding the liberty relaxation and peace of nudity for the first time, all over again.

Since that fateful minute, I have hiked, backpacked, and camped hundreds of miles on the remote trails of the northeast, in all sorts of weather. I’ve gone for as long as a week without putting on clothing in the outback during the summertime. I’ve hiked bare for hours at a time in the snow. I one day trekked in the nude officially and without troubling anyone, in a city (Toronto…CO beach and immediate environment off season in November).

Being in the nude in the wilds is a life affirming outdoor activity that has few competitors in my humble opinion. It sharpens your senses as well as your comprehension of your natural surroundings and those creatures that share this little section of the universe with us. Also you shortly realize how fantastically adept our bodies are, as delivered by our Creator, at accommodating the challenges of our surroundings. Sweat management is a breeze. Animals of the woods come closer and accept your presence more readily. I once had a moose cross my course, and pause, not more than three arms lengths in front of me. We stared at each other for the better part of three minutes, both evenly accepting each others’ right to be there. Finally I spoke up and apologized to Mr Moose for startling him, exactly the same greeting that I normally use in my infrequent meetings with textiles. With that he took one closing unconcerned look at me and ambled away, crashing through the underbrush.


Long distance hikers are taking, even supporting, of my taste. I choose my times and places, in order to avoid having to describe the numerous delights of hiking in the buff to anxious parents with kids in tow. Section of the ethic of this form of outdoor recreation is recognition and respect for the feelings of others less comfortable with the idea. I go out of my way to prevent “clothed confrontations”. Alas, life isn’t perfect and those occasional “sightings” by unsuspecting others, of my unadorned body have been agreeable and favorable events. After seen, I never cover up(sends wrong message) Freehiking can be a social or a solo activity. It suits my lifestyle and work schedule as it can be tucked into my days off, spontaneously as time permits, most any time of the year.

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Nudism supports imagination. Freehiking is worth adding to your bucket list. – Dan

Randolph, Massachusetts
First Time

I was in the park in a wooded area. was concealed. I took my clothes off and took a walk. beach pussy was a fantastic experience. I kept doing it.

Canton, Ohio
First-Time Nudist

My first social-nudist encounter was at a clothing-optional hot tub in Quad Cities, Iowa. Before arriving I understood that the bath would be Clothing Optional, but I presumed that meant that a few of the people would take the option of being nude and some would choose the choice of wearing a bathing suit. I would choose to do the latter, although I really had no problem seeing my buddies nude.

When I was brought to the tub, I saw that EACH ONE of the people who live in the bathtub was bare. WHAT TO DO??? I thought “What the heck. I will try it once.” Within 30 seconds I was hooked for life.

I spent the next 17 years seeing every nudist resort and nude beach that I could wedge into my limited vacation time.

Finally, in 1999 I retired and I’ve resided for the past ten years at a clothing-optional resort in AZ (SLR). The host of the hot tub party that began all this, moved here three years back from Iowa.

-Judy Mac
New River, Arizona
My First Time

I was a teenaged boy in the mid-60’s and I simply got out of the shower. My mom was watching TV in the den and I wondered what her reaction would be if I went around naked. So I went in the room where she was and sat down right across from her. She asked me why I was not dressed and I told her I was more comfortable not wearing clothes. She said that was alright with her if I needed to be a nudist.

I then went in the back yard and sun bathed bare. I’ve been a nudist all these years but my wife does not comprehend it. I go naked in my house as often as possible, even when her friends visit.

St. Louis, Missouri

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

, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane as well as our flight to Sydney.
Nevertheless, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon and the Hastings Street place being closed down for this occasion. The agent we had booked through was right at the center of this place and we ended up parking farther away than our apartment had been from the representative. This was our first obstacle shortly followed by attempting to find somewhere for breakfast, which ultimately proved too difficult and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to snatch a couple of baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Speaking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also found 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 quickly 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 spectacular scenery of the Noosa side. Anyhow by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the beach and began looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the beach there was already a group starting to form but it seemed to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we had camped the prior day.
The site was easily found as the division Shani had stuck in the sand the previous day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were immediately out of our clothes and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling around 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 tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that off, and she clarified that she might get bare after in fuck in the beach , if her trust came again.
We put there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was proposed, we looked up and quite a few folks had gathered in our area and along the whole shore. 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, shortly 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. None of these guys had been there when we had entered the water and we would have to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank along with the shore) we waited for these men to move on before making the water. After several minutes this had not occurred so Angela used her normal diplomatic fashion and yelled at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect as well as the men scattered, allowing us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We’d been settled for a while when a female voice interrupted our silence.
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. We didnt have an issue with and dialog readily followed.

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It seems 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 crowds at Alexandria Bay. She had found the place suitably isolated that she had started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that nude was wonderful.
We inquired in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I believe it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had an issue with her being naked. Sarah went on to clarify that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting naked to upset him. Seemingly Nick, 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 evident that possessiveness was a real issue between them. Anyhow the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we had a couple swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained undetectable. The four of us remained naked for the remaining portion of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the beach together, and took a couple of photographs of the shore respecting naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not studying and really doesnt understand what 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 strategy I fight to understand.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of travel (the one after constantly carry a towel) constantly wear fresh underwear we all had the new experience of being dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she intended following the bare thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suspect it is only a vacation 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 into the bathrooms and removed the offending thing and flew house commando.

Nude in Oklahoma

Some time ago my lovely wife and I were discussing what we’d like to do and I mentioned, “I wish we’d some property so we could run naked in the woods together”. She thought that it seemed like fun.

Fast forward a few years and the topic came up again, but since we still did not own any property she said what about one of those bare areas (seems like she might have been thinking about this a little). So we Googled nude and Oklahoma and located two spots within an hour’s drive of us. We sent an e mail to both and got an extremely nice answer from OakLake Trails near Depew. So I get a call from my wife at work one day telling me I needed to take a day off as she’d made a reservation for a night’s stay during the week we figured that less people would be there as we got our “feet wet” during the week).

We arrived at OLT and were given a tour of the resort. After completing the paperwork we were off to our cabin. We disrobed, grabbed our towels and stepped outside for our first ever nude in public encounter. We chose to walk one of the trails to get comfortable. As we were returning down a road to our cabin we passed by some folks clothe, I didn’t realize it was clothing optional.

I told my wife, “If you had told me three weeks ago I’d be walking down the road buck naked in front of people I’d have said you were crazy,” but there we were doing just that and it did not even feel strange. We then headed off to the pool and hot tub to soak and relax.

We met several nice people that night as we soaked in the hot tub and spent the next day lounging round the pool, but soon it was time to leave. On the way home my wife said, “that’s the first time I felt comfortable in my very own skin.”

How soon did we go back? Five days after we spent the day there and have since become of OLT.

Nude at Big Sur

My ideal of camping is roughing it at the Hilton. LOL! My boyfriend is an avid camper and had been after me to join him. Finally, I agreed and he offered several destinations and I picked Big Sur.

Arriving early Friday for a long weekend, we pretty much had our selection of camp sites. My boyfriend decided the site and we headed around to set up camp. The chill of the morning air was gone and temperature was in the mid 80’s. I had always harbored a fantasy of being nude in an outdoor setting but never dreamed I was about to comprehend my fantasy.
I really had no clue about setting up camp so mostly observed until it was time to raise the tent. I was really starting to feel the temperature and since no one was around, eased my t shirt away and had my bikini top on. My boyfriend just smiled and kept working. I began to get the very best feeling and suddenly had this uncontrollable urge to take my bikini top off.

As quickly as the idea came to me…off came my top. Wow! What an awesome feeling! My BF said he adored seeing me topless but see for other campers or camp rangers! I laughed and shortly he ha dhis shirt away. Almost set up when a car stopped and 3 girls asked if they could set up in the following site. I said sure. The unpacked the SUV and before they did anything, all three were topless. They did ask for some help by using their tent and my BF obliged. We had lunch as well as a beer and by this time I ‘m feeling over dressed with my short pants on…and just that fast I was down to my panties. Two more SUV’s drove by but not even a second look. We grabbed our towels and cooler and started to the seashore when our neighbors requested us to wait for them as they had never been there before and did not wish to drift into the wrong region and cause an issue about being topless.

In minutes, the 5 of us were headed down the route to the seashore. We did pass a family coming up the avenue but they weren’t upset of 4 topless girls. When we arrived at the sand, there were several other couples in various phases of dress on the shore. Two of our neighbors instantaneously lost their bikini bottoms and continued as though perfectly natural. Hey, if this works for them…off comes mine. I was so excited I didn’t detect that my BF was also nude. On the seashore, totally nude and feeling the finest feeling of freedom. As the sun was setting, we all headed back to camp. We girls put on the bottoms of our bikinis but never troubled with our tops.

By the time we were nearing our campsite, we discovered the camp was almost full and yet no one said a word about us being topless. My BF as well as our neighbors pretty much spent the weekend together and around camp, we’d our bottoms on and were topless until the nighttime air chill arrived. Nude on the beach Saturday and Sunday and it was about a 50/50 combination of people nude and clothed but there were no problems. I still have mixed feeling about the camping but the independence of being totally naked ourdoors never loses its appeal. We also love nudity at home.

Chino Hills, California
Nude at 12

Much to my mother’s chagrin, I elected to bypass PJ’s during the warm summer nights of my 12th year. Raised Catholic, nudity was frowned upon under any circumstances. A swimsuit was standard apparel in the backyard pool until one day I decided that swimsuits were nonessential and I strolled out to the pool completely naked. My father tried not to find but Mom promptly told me to get a suit on. I shrugged and spread my towel and laid down on the adjoining yard. I never felt uncomfortable or anxious being naked. After Mom addressed my nudity and said it was no acceptable particularly in mixed company. I paid no heed and the next day, my parents and aunt, uncle and cousins were all outside at the pool and once more, I wandered outside completely naked. With a few gasps from my parents and aunt and uncle, I acted as though there was nothing new or distinct. About 30 minutes later, my 15 and 16 year old cousins casually removed their tops and surprisingly, nothing was said. Soon to follow were their bikini bottoms.

Here we were! 3 totally naked young ladies when my other cousin chosen to join us and dropped his swimsuit. However nothing was said. Late in the afternoon, we BBQ’d and we did set the undersides on while eating. After dark, we were nude again just this time,my aunt stood up and slipped off her sundress and panties and joined us in the pool.

Mom, not certain what to do or say, merely sat and watched. My aunt started to tease Mother and amid all of our laughing, Mom stripped naked and jumped in the pool. After, dad heated the Jacuzzi and all the adults were enjoying a nude soak.

After everyone had gone home, Mother came into my room with just a sarong wrapped around her waist and sat down on my bed. I’m certain that she thought I’d tease her but I acted as though I did not see her nude breast. Mother was a bit nervous so I asked her how she felt being naked with the family and she said she’d always wanted to attempt being nude but never had the nerve. She admitted that she admired me and was glad she finally realized her want to be naked. I think that was the last time anyone wore a swimsuit in the backyard and pool.

When I went away to college, we’d different pools for women and men. There were several other women that were topless in the pool and I followed the first few times but eventually walked out of the showers bare one afternoon. Soon, most of the topless women were bare and after several weeks, it was pretty much bare for everyone. That was .

One day, a male student came into the women’s pool and stipped nude. He got a few stares but no one objected. Being friendly, I approached him to say hello and struck up a conversation. We met there frequently and soon began seeing each other socially. We were collectively through 4 years at Berkley and we’ve been happily married for nearly 15 years. We still go naked at Mom and Dad’s but have a lovely small house with a private yard and we frequently amuse both our nude and textile friends.

Ontario, California
My wife made me do it!

30 years ago wife and I were in the Caribbean at a private resort on a small island. We are early risers and walked to the end of the shore near our bungalo. Nobody was about and my wife took off her top and then challenged me to go skinny dipping. So I pitched my trunks on the towel and went for a swim in the surf while she sat and read her novel. The surf was rough and when I got back I just flopped down to rest never covering up. With the warm sun and sound of the surf I fell fast asleep but felt safe with my wife on guard.

Later I woke up to voices. Two women we met the night before at diner were speaking to my wife. Seemingly my wife had waved to them to join us but she did not wake me. I reached for my trunks but they were gone. My wife had taken them and put them in her tote so she’d set me up. I was lying face down but was still very awkward with the specific situation.

The women, sisters, acted as nothing was incorrect and they sat down to chat. Finally one said it was nice for my wife to request them to join us as they have not been on a clothing optional beach before and among the sisters asked my wife if it was alright to join me. My wife said sure and she took off her suit. Her more bashful sister didn’t. After a bit they asked about the rough surf as they saw my wet hair and my wife offered me to be their life-guard as I was a competitive swimmer. They ladies thanked me before I could say anything. So I rolled away from them and jumped up and ran down to the surf and jumped in before anyone could get much of a look. My wife only grinned.

So the sisters got into the surf and I kept a considerable distance from them. Eventaully the diffident sister removed her suit also once she was in the water and was delighted until her bolder sister stole her suit and dropped it up onto the beach saying that now she would need to walk out bare. I felt horribile for her, so I walked out onto the sand and got her suit for her.

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Nobody needs to be forced into anything.

It was at that moment that I didn’t feel naked whatsoever. I walked out of the water, got her suit for her and walked back to give it to her not care who was looking at me. Shortly after we all got out and returned to the towels where my wife was still reading. That is when the sisters noticed I was a smoothie. They made a opinion and my wife just said “I prefer him that way”.

I stayed naked until we were prepared to return for brunch. As we got up and the sisters started to put on their suits my wife suggested that it would be silly for me to put my suit back on and that I walk back to the bungalo bare. It absolutely was her way of challenging me. So I look down the shore and as there were just a couple of folks on the far end I said sure. With that the bolder sister chose to join me in the nude walk too, and so we went.

They joined us several time that week. I was always naked, my wife never was, but on the last day the daring sister decided to become a smoothie too! My wife still likes me to be nude round the house, but not her!

NYC, New York
Hot Springs

We only went to a clothes-optional hot springs in northern California. I ‘d never experienced societal nudity before, and I was really nervous.

I went into a dressing room to undress, and my heart was punding outside my torso. The time came to step out into the public place, and as I did, a girl was there undressing. I asked where to put my bag, and she said she merely leaves hers there by the bences. There I was, bare – in front of complete strangers.

I went into the Osan to get into one of the three flumes, and there were about 15 people there. I got in and waited for my wife. About 5 minutes later, she arrived and joined me. It was amazing to stretch out in a tub of hot water with nothing on!

Soon I had to get out as well as cool off in the swimming pool, I grabbed my towel and put it “stratigeclly” over my shoulder and walked down to the pool place and hopped in. I had not skinny-dipped since youth, and I was instantly taken back to that time. I swam around for about 10 minutes, then went back to the hot flumes. This went on for about three hours. At about the thrid trip to the pool, I wasn’t even taking my towel to cover up. It was strange – I didn’t even really notice that I was bare, or anyone else for that matter.

I am now hooked and certainly will return to this facility often. After only several hours, I felt so completly relaxed and rejuvinated. Hopefully my wife will soon come to realize the freedom and relaxation that may occur when you shed your shell. My only regrets were that I hadn’t done this earlier and had to get dressed and go home.

-Scott P

I used to be less cautious than I am now.

I ‘ve in the past gone nude on sometimes pretty busy Spanish seashores, taking nothing and walking purposefully past them for several miles. It’s not prohibited there. Folks would notice, but few looked at all troubled. Just once did anyone (a man) thing on the particular grounds that kids might see me. As we all know, youngsters take no notice of simple nudity, but I did feel worried because I then felt vulnerable and had no means whatsoever to cover up. I sometimes experienced groups of two or three women expressing obvious acceptance that I was nude, not that was searching for that. I avoided single women who were not naked or top-free so as not to make them feel uncomfortable or threatened. It was interesting to watch how some couples saw me nude and then removed their clothing.
That was before. In the interests of not causing offence and not giving naturism a bad name even if legal I’ve changed my approach to public nudity to be less noticeable. Much like Pete, I agree hiking is a lot more entertaining compared to the shore. In addition , I use quieter Spanish seashores where few people pay any attention aside from just finding, some see me and do the same! Hiking in Spain, it is really silent the opportunities of running into someone are low. Hiking in the united kingdom the chances are higher. If alone I ‘ve tend to disappear off in the bushes, feeling nervous since I have zero wish to offend but fearful it may be taken as more than simple nudity.

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Doing a Spencer Tunick setup has given me a different pespective on the way the Brits see nudity. 1700 folks went naked for many hours in a city in the name of “artwork”. Most were not naturists and were very nervous in the beginning. I really don’t go bare on UK beaches unless lying on my abdomen in a silent area. I only stand up when there’s not anyone about for at least 700 yards, but may walk a long way afterward. If a person keeps on walking towards me I don’t usually worry about it, since it’s their option and I ‘m on a really broad big beach, but if it is narrower I sit down and am unobtrusive until they’ve passed. If I see a lone woman I often cover up as we get closer so she is able to feel “safe”. No one in the united kingdom has ever objected or appeared piqued. Occasionally they’ve been obviously amused, so I just say hello. You might wonder why I usually do not use nudist beaches very regularly. The key answer is easy. Unfortunately, in the UK and on the smaller Spanish beaches there are frequently various pervs hanging around and I don’t feel as comfortable. They’re the ones giving .