It’s heartening to understand that many experienced nudists here were as nervous as I was.

I was surprised to learn that many nudists are equally as nervous as non-nudists would be in a bare scenario. Perhaps what makes you a nudist is the fact that the urge to be naked is more powerful in relation to the initial humiliation of being nude.

My first courageous act was to strip off on a seashore. There are not any nude beaches close to me but I discovered a little cove where people seldom go and tried stripping off there. It turned out to be a wonderful feeling, but I was always worried about being found. Although a little later I did meet another folks who went naked there.

The next brave thing I did was to take some photographs of myself and reveal a few buddies.

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Not in a sleazy way mind you, I only needed to discover if appeared okay in the nude. I was once offered a job modelling for an artwork group but I did not overly that. The notion of being bare in a room full of people was too nerve racking.

After needing to for a long time, I eventually found the nerve to really go to a real nude beach. It took some finding and I was extremely nervous by the time I got there. This was on new years day so there were lots of people there. But my hearts went away after seeing all the folks there being bare and thinking nothing of it. I was still clothed when I walked onto the shore and intended to find a spot before undressing. But it looked so relaxed, that I took my shirt off before I even settled down. as soon as I located a spot to put my towel, I took the remainder of my clothing away and I was surprised how fast I got used to it. After acclimatizing, I got up and went for a walk, completely bare for everybody to see and it was no big deal whatsoever because everyone was the same. In fact, I felt far more comfortable being nude there that I would feel only taking my shirt off on a standard seashore.

I reckon the most recent brave thing I did was to upload my nude avatar here. As mentioned, I’ve revealed pictures to a few pals, but this is the first time I’ve posted one for all the world to see. I actually don’t believe I’ll leave it up very long so love (if that’s the word) it while you can. I actually don’t believe I’ll be using the photo albums feature though – I am not that courageous.

Focus all nudists! When you go hiking, always bring a compassand a towel!

I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late springtime in 2001 and I decided to learn more about the hills over the brand new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated just a couple of months before from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late creator, Ed Lange, determined to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had bought 27 acres of mostly undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
The Malibu property was next to what hikers understand as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The most popular trail provides hikers and nature lovers a spectacular strategy to enjoy the area’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This particular day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to go hiking, or so I believed. I’d trekked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Usually I’d wear tennis shoes as well as a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water as well as a towel (just in case I ran into someone). These days, yet, I needed to be adventurous. I needed to trek without wearing or carrying anything, to be completely bare! No tennis shoes, no towel, no baseball cap, no water bottle. Nothing but the trail and me.
As I had done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I progressed on my hike, I started to see the fog rolling in from the coast. It was not long before I chose to turn around and head back. Perhaps half an hour or so later, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I ‘d was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I realized I was walking around in circles. I did not understand which url was West (the ocean) and I couldn’t find the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to stress since the temperature regularly falls dramatically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
Imagine if I cant find my way back during daylight? I continued on the trail, now going in a way I simply knew was incorrect. After another hour or so, I heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor maybe. Subsequently a house seemed out of the fog. I considered to myself, I got two picks. If I go down the hill to the house, the people there may phone the police. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze. I made the choice to go down the hill toward the house.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a guy along with a lady. I stopped and I shouted you-who! As the man and woman looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not insane. My friends let me trek bare on their property.
Then I grinned. The girl said that she’d get me a towel and walked to the house. The man simply looked up at and did not say a thing.
When the woman came back with a towel and also a t-shirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the woman as I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the t-shirt. I then inquired which way was the road. The girl pointed and said, Its that manner.
I’ve often wondered what went through the mind of that woman. I assume she could have just as easily called the cops as help me. On the flip side, living up in a distant part of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she’s seen lots of strange things and met a lot of interesting individuals who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I am only able to speculate what her version of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day a nude man came down the hill toward their house and asked for a towel and directions. On the other hand, perhaps she didn’t think it was unusual whatsoever.

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Ill never know.
If you ever see yourself nude and lost in the mountains, just remain calm, and remember, occasionally a large grin will cover a lot!

I remember my first experiences with being nude had nothing

related to nudism, that is for sure!

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Transforming into or out of swim suit as a kid, and especially at my grandparents house, was always something I did alone. Why? I had no idea back then. As I got a little older I remember a couple of occasions when my brother and I transformed in exactly the same downstairs utility room, but I think that was because we were in a rush to go somewhere else or when grandma was about to do laundry and wanted the suits for the wash.
Nanny never made a fuss about seeing our nude buttocks. Why would she? Finally I started comprehending that nakedness was something particular and there was apparently a reason folks didn’t do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I assume. Along this time there are a number of vague memories of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in only a towel, which was probably after swimming. There is one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the house and out the back garage door. He came to a halt in the end of the garage, near the road, where a handful of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing an automobile! That occasion was a family event that was talked about for years, and neither the neighbors or the girls ever said anything to us. I am certain he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were visiting, and we were just children!
If I ‘d just knew then what I know now, I’d have been “streaking” way more than my brother and probably would have devised a dozen ways to loose my swim trunks or forget them somewhere. Years after and several states away from my grandparents home, I recall skinny dipping with my brother and a neighborhood friend named Mark. We were going fishing at a lake behind our flats and got ridiculously hot and sweaty traipsing through from one fishing spot to another.
Symbol, being the earliest of the group, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cutoff shorts out after a couple of instants. I believe I went in second and didn’t wish to walk home in soaking wet cut-offs, so I removed mine before going into the water. We all thought this was quite daring because of being in clear view of a local international airport’s runway. Anyone looking out the windows of a airplane taxiing and turning around at the end of the runway would have had a pretty clear view of us boys. We had great pleasure that summer and there was nothing “inappropriate” about it. In addition , recall my mother and step-father once mentioning a potential visit to Virginia’s eastern shore, and asking both my brother and I if we would go to a nude beach with them. This never happened though.
It wasn’t until about ten years later that I was presented to printed literature on nudism.

When I was like 18 I ‘d started seeing this girl who lived in an apt with her mother. After dinner along with

a film we headed back to her area and we walked into the living room simply to find her nude mom sleeping on the sofa. She’d believed that her mother would still be at work only to find that Mom only worked a half shift that day, had come home, stripped naked, had a few glasses of and fallen asleep watching TV. She gets up drunk and disoriented from slumber and only matter of factly introduces herself to me. I am figuring that since it’s only her and the daughter living there nudity may be great between them but she likely isn’t OK with some unexpected boy seeing her nude and might flip out once she wakes up a bit more and understands that she is nude. I start attempting to develop an interest in studying the wall next to me and apologize to her while my date says “she doesn’t care” and starts laughing at me. Turns out they were nudists; at the time I ‘d never been to a nudist place or been nude infront of lots of individuals in any way. After that we ended up all being naked at their minded a lot.

Another time I was at home in the afternoon and my roommates were both on the job. I made the decision to clean my bathroom and take a shower.

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I always clean the bathroom bare so do not have to worry about getting water or cleaning compounds on my garments. I visit the kitchen to get the mop and pail and on the way back I come around the corner only to be face to face with my roommate’s GF, who’d stayed over the previous night and had been in his room. We both apologized, thinking that we may have offended the other and fast laughed about it when we realized that she wasn’t offended by my nudity and I wasn’t offended by her having viewed mine.

I was not actually going to sign up and type about “my first time”

, but i noticed there are a few of you who are still undecided about going out in public.
First of all i really must recommend it. It’s possible the most relaxing and pleasant feeling on the planet. Everything everyone has typed about this is so very true.
I reside in an exceedingly cold country where being outdoors in the nude is not as comfortable as I’d prefer it to be, yet 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 at the time (I am 22 now) and it was very much an intentional thing. My family aren’t nudists, nor does anyone else I know do that (that I am aware of). I just always recall feeling great when I walked about nude in my bedroom of after a shower. I appreciated how great it felt to possess the atmosphere around me encompass every bit of my body. So, this one day i went along the street, it was pretty overcast and it looked like it was 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 knew I wasn’t going to back out of that. No chance. Since the place was rural i didn’t have much reluctance taking my clothes off, I ‘d time to think it over before I went and by the time i got there i bodies providing nobody was there then I’d be cool with it.
From that day on I ‘d spend some time at home in the nude, but nowhere else. I did it in private and nobody ever knew about it. Last September i jetted off to Australia. I’d heard 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 need my family in Oz to know about it, so I let it be until such time as to which I could go.

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Several months went by and I went to a public clothes just beach along the road on a fine summers day. It was the very first time I had really taken my shirt off on a busy beach, I’d always been self concious of my body even though I am not that big a person. I then went into the water with my short pants 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 fantastic! I stood in the deep water with my trunks down and my shirt away, it was as if I was nude. I knew nobody could see me, so I thought 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 desired. So my thoughts went back to that nudist beach nearby. I woke up one morning around 6am just as the sun was beginning to rise. I jumped into my car and drove to the beach. There were folks there already which I ‘d hoped there would not be. It was the very first time I had actually seen as many nude people before, so it turned out to be a funny moment. I walked to the end of the shore which was most deserted and sat on my towel for around 15 minutes believing that I was not going to leave without doing this. I simply knew I had to do it at least once. The sun was out and it was hot, so I got my top off and put on some sun cream. The longer i stood there the more people arrived, so I needed to do something soon. So, I only pulled down my shorts and i was fully exposed. Then I formed a run into the water which initially was extremely cold, but how great it was to be in the water knowing that cared if I was naked or not.
I stayed in the water for up to around 2 hours. Folks were laying down next to my towel and clothes and i began to feel a little uncommon knowing that when I leave individuals are going to see me. I just taken it and eventually went back to my towel and sat for a bit before leaving. I went back the next 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 slowly moved closer to the bigger groups of people and sat amongst them. It’s without doubt the most natural I ‘ve ever felt. And it is an experience everyone should try at least once, it makes you question the function of clothing. Allowed when it’s chilly, you must wear clothing but I see no other motive to wear them other than that. Yesterday morning i walked along the road to where i first did my outdoor nudism and once again stripped off. I walked an excellent half mile along that private road (link subjects to fields) and it got me thinking about nudism. I sit here at home and I am because nobody is here, it is just great. I hope to stick around here for a bit if nobody minds.

I’ve been attending clothing-optional pagan gatherings for

a long time. While a couple of people go nude all of the time (and nearly everyone skinny-dips in the pool), and a large minority of women go topless, nearly all the people remain completely dressed. While nudity is accepted at these events, the few full time nudists undoubtedly stand out as a tiny minority.

Now, I Have always loved being bare. I have been been a secret naturist since I was a kid, a household nudist since college, and a societal nudist for about 5 years now. I have gone on naked hikes and canoes trips with my nudist club, where we’ve struck fabrics. And I Have been going to pagan gatherings for 20 years, and have always skinny-dipped in the pool. I’m absolutely comfortable being naked among fabrics now – so long as their are other nudists with me.

But it took me a long time before I became bold enough to go skyclad all the time at pagan gatherings.

That is because when I do, I am frequently the sole man nude in my local vicinity.

Even now, after several years of going skyclad as much as weather allows, have to work up some boldness to do it when 95% of the folks around me are wearing something. It is totally distinct from the sense of naturalness in being bare at at . There’s a certain feeling of being the odd one out, of being exposed, of anxiety that people may react negatively.

In fact, I’ve only had negative reactions once – from pagans who came from a different state where clothes are definitely NOT optional, even at pagan occasions. Everyone else has ever been taking. Many individuals never appear to even notice that I am bare (though I know they do) – and the few that do mention it are always favorable. (Though occasionally jokingly. as soon as I came out of the non-CO dining hall once and did not take off my pareo instantaneously, one friend asked if I was ok or not ).

while I go skyclad at assemblies, I immediately become comfortable about being bare among fabrics. But I’m constantly aware that I am in a very little -and exceptionally visible! – minority. I still have work up some boldness before venturing naked into the crowds – just like I used to have to do before walking onstage in front of a huge crowd.

Nevertheless, I always work up that boldness, if only as a point of honor. I am one of the few actively nudist pagans at my local gatherings, and I need to supply moral support for other people who might want to try it also – but like me, do not want to be alone.

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Many years ago, I watched the few consistently-skyclad pagans at assemblies, and wished I was courageous enough to join them. It took many years, but finally, I did. I think that I would be neglecting them if I did not continue their tradition.

And perhaps, with luck, I’ll inspire others to become nudists, just as they inspired me.

Several years back, when I was just starting to

investigate social nudism, I was travelling across the state for a meeting or something.

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My route took me very close to a nudist resort that I Had wanted to see. So I called ahead and arranged for a tour. I pulled off the main highway, and down the ever increasingly smaller road. I wasn’t wearing much to start with, and pulled off about half way down the small road. Finally I reached the entrance, and pulled in to a parking space in front of the office.

Since this was a nudist resort, I saw no requirement for clothing, and got out of the vehicle, and walked into the office absolutely naked. I walked in to locate the guy behind the desk was clothed, as well as the two couples in line ahead of me. view felt really NEKKID! He ended with the first couple and we smiled at each other as they departed. The guy asked if I was the one there for the tour. He said there would be someone here shortly. I was a little nervous, but no one seemed to care that I was bare.

A couple of seconds later, I heard something outside the doorway, and turned to look. In walked a family of five. Husband and wife, with their three children two boys along with a girl that were between 18 and 16. All five of them were fully nude and barefoot only like me. It made me feel a lot better. My tour guide showed up right after that, and we were gone.

It turned out to be a strange experience, but I recall it well.

I wish I really could say that I grew up in a naturist household, spending my summer holidays running round naked

in the sun. But I cant. I grew up in the East Midlands in britain in the 1970s (I was born in 1968), with a totally ordinary youth. I only ever saw my parents nude once or twice, and I dont think theyve seen me naked since I was about 10.
So, I grew up with all of the ordinary British reservations about revealing my body in public. I think that my first exposure to naturism came on vacation in the south of France with my parents when I was (I think) about 17 – my last holiday with them before I became a student and then left house. We stayed near Port Grimaud, and one day I decided to see what was on the other side of a sizable stony breakwater. Imagine my surprise once I saw a beach full of nude folks! Id like to say that I went and stripped off and joined them, but I didnt.

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Remember, this was a time when I didnt even need my parents to see me without a shirt on!
Anyway, when I was a pupil (residing at home), I picked up a copy of Health and Efficiency from a store that had it as one of its own top shelf magazines (a phrase that will without doubt be familiar to British readers, but might be less so to those from foreign. Just remember that Playboy is a top shelf magazine!). It was interesting to find a magazine full of naked photos of what came to think of as normal people doing ordinary things not models who appear to be auditioning for a gynaecological textbook. At the moment, I also begun to spend some time throughout the house nude when everyone else was out, but this was more from the illegal delight perspective. Nevertheless, my opinion started to change, and I found that I really enjoyed being nude, and envied people who were able to go on naturist holidays. I did manage a couple of days sunbathing nude in the back garden in an exceedingly rare time when my parents were on holiday and my brother was still away at school in a different town.
And that was it for many years. In 1992 or 1993, my girlfriend and I went to stay with a friend who lived in Poole, on the south shore. On the Saturday we went to their local beach for a walk, and my buddy warned us that there clearly was a nudist section. It was Studland Bay, somewhere I had learned of in H&E (which I ‘d long stopped purchasing, chiefly because I ‘d moved in with my girlfriend). So there I was, walking along Studland, encircled by nudists, but I didnt dare do anything. I mean, I used to work with my (female) friend (and did again several years after) and couldnt imagine telling her hey, Id love to strip off here. For all I know, her and her husband might have been regulars, but that wasnt going to take place!
My girlfriend and I went back to Studland on our last day as the weather was nice, and I somehow plucked up the nerve to suggest to her that we went to the nudist beach because I fancied stripping off. She was quite amazed, but agreed on the understanding that she didnt have to. I truly loved it, much to her bemusement. I even swam nude in the ocean, which was simply superb (if a little cool).
Over the next couple of years, my girlfriend indulged me and we seen Studland once or twice annually and I also stripped off once or even twice on a beach in France, but that was pretty much it. For the last 3-4 years however, we’ve been on vacation in French cottages, and weve always managed to be enough for me (and sometimes my girlfriend) to strip off by the pool. During the past year or two, I’ve been doing a series of photography classes (Im a very keen hobbyist), and the last one, in 2003, was social documentary. I fought for quite a while to think of a topic, and from somewhere deep down I came up with the idea of doing something on naturism. I hunted round the web and found a club in Marlborough (which is about 50 miles from Bristol where I now dwell) who astonishingly enough were agreeable for me to shoot some photographs and invited me to come along and see them even though I would be on my own as my girlfriend would not be joining me.
So, I somewhat nervously went to see them so they could meet me and I really could see what the photographic chances were. They were most welcoming, and I spent a thoroughly pleasant evening swimming and playing badminton in the nude.
There were some delays in receiving permission from the sports centre they use, and in the end they said no. By this time, I had been 2 or 3 times and was getting to love it. So, even though my project was killed off before I ‘d shot any graphics, the club asked me if I wanted to join, and I did. I now go along once a month or so, and love it. Theprimary problem is that the team meets on Saturday evenings, and I feel guilty about leaving my girlfriend on her own at home whenever I go. Id love for her to come as well, but she isnt assured enough at present, although she hasnt ruled out the possibility completely.
More recently, I’ve been beginning to think about making contact with one of the clubs not too far from Bristol one that’s its own land so I could possibly have someplace outdoors to see regularly.

I became a nudist in an extremely indirect manner I was planning my forthcoming summer holidays

and was trying to determine between Byron Bay and Port Stephens and was discussing the two alternatives with numerous work collegues and eventually my manager. He said he’d be holidaying in Port Stephens and was full of recommendations so I continued my research and found that Byron Bay was going to be overly high-priced and continued the conversations with my boss about Port Stephens.
He said he’d be spending the majority of his time at Samurai Beach, and that it’d good surf as well as an extremely friendly crowd. So on this information I researched Samurai Beach and found it was a legal clothing optional beach.
I eventually booked some accommodation and when I told him this I said, So, Ill be able to go to the nude beach with you and your own family, wont I.
He shut his office door and we had a long conversion about naturism, and that this was not a subject for general distribution at work. He also surprised me by inviting me and a buddy to travel with his family Samurai Beach before the summer holidays and see if naturism was for me.
After a conversation with my best friend, we agreed this was a great idea and have set a date for early November.
But my first time came a lot faster than that. Two days after my manager and I were assigned to spend two weeks working in New Caledonia and could fit in a day or two on the beach or out on an associate’s boat investigating the atolls and cays offshore from Noumea.
The day we arrived we went to the beach at Anse Vata on the border of the capital city of Noumea. I ‘d not expected to spend any time on the seashore in order that afternoon I started on the shore in a pair of gym shorts and top. After fifteen minutes, I realised that I was out of place with that quantity of clothes on as it looked every girl on the seashore was wearing no more than a thong even the 14 and 15 yo girls.
So I stripped down to just the thong I was wearing under my short pants it seemed odd wearing so little in front of my boss (he was wearing his Speedos) but he appeared to not even detect, which really made me more comfortable.
That was the Sunday and we worked solidly until the following Friday which we had off in preparation to work the weekend. As I said he had arranged for the two of us to borrow a boat and do some exploration thus at 8:30 we left from Port Moselle in a 24 foot half cabin runabout and headed for Ilt Laregnere.
When we’d cleared the marina he was down to his Speedos, and proposed that I could strip down if I needed. I told him if he wanted to go bare, I didnt mind so as we cleared the harbour and passed the last house he was naked in the wheel and I was wearing only my thong. We sailed on for an hour before we pulled up in the leeward of a beautiful white sand island inside a coral lagoon.
As my supervisor place the anchor I determined it was now or never and I slipped out of my thong. Apart from the two of us there wasn’t another soul to be seen we spent the morning snorkelling (naked), sunbaking (nude), eating (nude). I dont now why but the feeling of the water along with the sun on my body was so distinct exhilarating than it’d been a few days before when I was wearing only a little more.
Just after eleven another boat arrived and dropped four couples and six adolescent kids at the shore before the boat disappeared, presumably back to Noumea. After they had set up camp of a few umbrellas and towels on the sand, stripped off entirely – shortly followed by the teenagers. I was astounded to see teenaged boys and girls naked in front of each other, and in front of their parents, and mentioned this to my supervisor.
We then had a long conversation about naturism and how it crosses all age groups and after all I was just a few years older than these children.

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Then he proposed we should swim in and say hello and have a chat. This looked like a big step to be naked in front of strangers but he convinced me into the water and onto the shore.
After a string of Bonjours and apologies for poor French we immediately fell into conversation and were offered drinks and an invitation to stay for lunch. We bought the boat into the shallows and spent the remaining part of the day with our new buddies.
All up we spent seven hours naked that day and I believe it was one of the very enjoyable days of my life. I was very surprised by the generosity and friendliness of the people as well as family nudists pics with which the kids socialized. I discovered the youngest was 13 and the eldest 18 but t here was a continuous rapport among them. It was obvious that naturism was worth exploring.

You Meet the Nicest People When You’re Naked

I always come down to the Florida Keys in March with my wife. This year I wanted to come down in February but my wife didn’t need to be away from home that long so she let me to go by myself. Being by myself and understanding there was a clothing-optional beach nearby and it is something I ‘ve always thought about attempting but knowing my wife would not approve of my mindset, I thought, “She WOn’t ever understand so go see what is all about.”

So off I went, short pants, tee shirt, thong, and water shoes. The thong was my out if I couldn’t get up the nerve to go completely naked. Once I got to the beach, and it is a tiny beach, I walked out in my shorts and sat down and started to think, “Are you going to do this or what?”

The amusing thing that happened was that I was sitting by this guy and we began talking (he was naked) and I felt uneasy and got up and walk down the shore to get away from him. Being somewhat in a secluded area I got my tee shirt off and shorts,only leaving on the thong. This nice couple came walking down the trail and saw me there and stopped for few minutes and told me a little in regards to the region and where to go and not to go.

Then they started down . I layed back to get some sun when all of a sudden they reappeared and ask if they could sit down next to where I was sitting. I said OK, wondering why they came back so soon. Well this began becoming better.

There they sat nude and now having a friendly conversation with me. Shortly I found they where no longer nude in front of me (they were but I just then did not notice anymore) but simply a good couple talking to a visitor. Now the bizarre thing. I got up took off my thong and was standing there totally naked in front of two strangers. I’ve never been naked in front of a women apart from my wife in my life and it all seemed perfectly natural.

Now I was nude and this couple seemed to say, “That wasn’t that bad was it,” got up and went on their marry way. The rest of the day I walked across the beach nude and was dreading the sun going down.

I will return and do this again. It only appears so natural and now I’m wondering how can I convince my wife there is nothing incorrect about being naked with like-minded people. It certainly beats clothing and the nudists you meet are tremendously reassuring.

Now I have to go and figure where I am going. Get naked or nude however don’t be a prude.

Introduced Many to Nudism

Increased a strict Catholic in a time that even the word nude or naked was never permitted, I had a hard time understanding this assumption. I discovered I loved being nude very young and frequently had fantasies of being . When old enough to sneak off alone, I experienced my first social nude day and have not looked back.

I’ve introduced numerous friends to social nudity and have never had one friend have a bad encounter being bare. There have been several friends that declared they’d never strip naked in public and I gave them lots of leeway and within just a couple of minutes they’d stripped nude and found the only negative part of the day spent nude was that they needed to put their clothes back on at the end of the day.

When I met my husband, he had been a long time nudist and we both openly appreciate being nude whenever possible. We amuse many friends and for a while we were bare with only a few close friends and then we determined to get a clothes optional party in our back yard for a mix of bare and cloth buddies. We have a pool and Jacuzzi and the yard is wholly private so this definitely made engaging lots of fun. The day of the party, we’d ideas that maybe this was a terrible idea but too late when the first of our cloth buddies arrived a little early. I was wearing a sarong and my husband a male version of a sarong. My friend Michelle had a little look of disappointment as she came in and I inquired if she was okay and Michelle giggled a little and said “I believed this was really going to be clothing optional but you are dressed”! With that, I dropped the sarong and said come in and make yourself comfortable. I offered the bedroom to change and Michelle said that wasn’t needed and comfortably undressed and said which way to the pool. Some of our guest revealed a little trepidation of stripping initially but within the first 30 minutes clothing was no longer optional as everyone was bare.

The evening was warm and we partied well into the morning. Most of our guests had departed by 1AM but two other couples only didn’t need to see the evening come to a finish. Eventually, we offered for them to stay overnight and with one last dip in the Jacuzzi, we all went to bed.

Sunday morning, up early and headed to the kitchen to brew coffee and met Karen and Rick in the hall. Both naked and headed to the Jacuzzi. When everyone was up, we ladies made breakfast and we all enjoyed a leisurely brunch in the nude on the veranda. The day passed and no one wanted the weekend to finish. We women sunbathed by the pool as well as the men appreciated football but soon joined us in the pool.

We’ve since continued our bashes with our new found nudist buddies and do meet at one other couples’ house when their teens are gone for the weekend. For those have share the standard trepidation of social nudity, I hope you will work up the courage to at least try it once and I’m sure you’ll be hooked for life. You’d be alarmed how a lot of your buddies are nudists.

Ontario, California
My first experience

26 years ago my wife and I seen the Club Med on Martinique. Our room was near the nude beach and we walked past it going to and from our room. Although we’re certified in scuba, Club Med demanded a “checkout” dive to be able to participate. We went for the check out our first full day there. I didn’t have some trouble and passed. My wife had some ear equalizing problems and had to discontinue the check out. This required her to go back the next morning. So I had the morning alone. While walking from my room to the seashore I halted at the nude beach. I believed that I would take a look. It really appeared odd to see so many people all naked! As I stood there for a minute I understood that I was the one standing out in my suit. I hesitated and was going to leave when I said to my self, “What the heck, go for .” So I took my suit off. It was strange to be standing on a public beach, NUDE! The really shocking part was that no one looked twice! So I grabbed a seat, spread out my towel and spent the morning reading.

As it came time for my wife to return, I set my suit on and went to meet her. I asked how the dive went and she said good, so we could sign up to go diving. She asked me what I did for the morning. I hesitated and somewhat obstructed, told her. I described the strangeness which dissolved into easiness as the morning passed. I described that there were all sorts of folks, young and old, fit and far from fit all relaxing on the beach. She surprised me by saying, “I believe I should try it out too.” Which is where we spent the remainder of our week when not out diving.

Since then we have been to many resorts, some with nude places and some where the resort was all nude. We attend a club near us when our schedules permit. It took some years to be comfortable telling them, but now all our close friends know how little we should pack for vacation!

Jogging nude

My first time is the same as most, I started at home once I was about fifteen years of age. I was raised in an extremely typical American subdivision in Long Island, NY. I’m the youngest of three, the summers morning was perfect for a quick jog. I followed my daily course which took me down a fire trail next to the railroad tracks. In a secluded area the craving was quite strong so I took off my shorts and tank top the cool morning air felt so wonderful against my skin; I believed it helped me run faster. I became very comfortable with myself in a short span of time. Running nude down a wooded dirt road was enjoyable and very intoxicating. Unfortunately the trail was coming to an end I began to see buildings and cars.

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My short moment of being nude had come to a finish.
as soon as I got back to my house everybody else had left for work so I stripped down and remained nude for the rest of the day. Since then anytime I can get to a nude beach or a nudist camp, I go when I can, but nothing will fit those first moments back that summer so long past.

My First Nudist Experience

About 15 years back I learned the location of the sole local nude beach. It wasn’t easy to get reliable info and I ‘d gone on more than one wild goose chase. I told my wife I was going to check it out when I got a great opportunity. Not long after I finished work before rush hour and set out to find the seashore. I managed to find parking but knew I ‘d have to walk a good half mile. Crossing a few suburban company parking lots I came to a railroad crossing. I followed the tracks as click was told I should do but I wasn’t alone. Other people were headed the same way taking towels and or totes appropriate for time at the beach. I followed a small group of people when an opening using a trail into the woods veered away from the trails. By this time I discovered there was two-way traffic. All this suggested to me a well-known and frequented destination was nearing. A few more minutes and I began hearing sounds of activity, numerous voices etc. I really could see ahead a widening of the trail and as I approached it I saw to my acceptance and with some surprise a lot of nude and close nude people. They were somewhat packed onto a small gravelly shore in the southeastern edge of a long narrow lake. On the lake there was an equally large number of nude people floating on air mattresses many linked together by holding hands or only with a hand on an adjoining air mattress. Meanwhile several individuals waded and swam nude. I was starting to feel overdressed and didn’t desire to be perceived as a gawker and in a way of less than a minute I was nude. The feeling was absolutely liberating. In spite of being alone I didn’t feel conspicuous or out of place. I found a small patch of shore and laid out my towel. I took a bit of time to just find and take everything in but shortly got up and waded into the water. I understood I had discovered an action I’d repeat.
On my way home I thought it might be disappointing attempting to continue visiting the seashore as I knew my wife wouldn’t be interested. Arriving house my wife and her sister were relaxing after work and getting dinner began. Shortly she asked me if I located it and I told her yes. She then asked if I took my clothes off. I told her I did and I loved it. Her response was “You’re weird”. Boy I ‘d an uphill battle ahead.
Well times have changed and we’ve been members of a landed club for several years and she is also a nudist but that’s another story.

-Jim W.
Blaine, Minnesota