Many years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I made a decision to get out and try new things. I approached the idea of going to a nudist resort with caution, but the idea kept nagging at me.
I’m in relatively good shape, etc., and finally decided to give it a try. Like everybody, the very first time was nerve wracking. I paced back and forth naked in my room until getting up the nerve to go outside. It was only a few hours, and I was hooked. I enjoy going every summer now, as regularly as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and enjoyable thing I’ve ever done.
A Neglected Opportunity
It was 1947 or 48. My family drove over to the shore. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The next morning Mother and Dad were discussing where to go. Dad needed to really go to Sunshine Park but Mother desired to go to Atlantic City. Finally, they chose to ask my sister and I where we wanted to go. We both determined Atlantic City.
Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I afterwards found Sunshine and Health magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to school and I inherited her occupation of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines intriguing. I liked the graphics!!
I started to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I discovered a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and began to buy them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law occasionally raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was freed.
It was while I was in school that I visited my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become a part of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I decided to really go to Atlantic City instead. Perhaps my family would have become nudist. I afterwards became a nudist, but I’m the only nudist in the family.
Another story, when I possess the time!
From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothes Free
My first real nudist experience was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I needed to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and mandatory bathing suits.
As a kid I were told that one did not go around nude, and while it was acceptable to change clothing in the existence of other men surely it was not done in front of females.
My first concern was that I I wasn’t certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for an extended amount of time for no reason when I felt uncomfortable just being nude alone. I faced this by becoming used to going around my dwelling nude even when I didn’t need certainly to be.
When I arrived at the resort I was met by a nude guy in the office who registered me and gave me the information on the resort. I was then directed to a parking lot where I was met by another bare guy who was going to give me a tour of the area. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by looking out of place.
My tour ended at the lake and because my reason behind going there was so I really could swim naked I went into the water.
After I took a brief walk by myself. As I passed other folks a grin and “Hello” was in order, the lack of clothing was of no importance.
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Check itAs the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying area humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze along with the warm sunlight. That convinced me that this was how we were supposed to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being bare. I finished the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.
Little did I know at that time how much I would enjoy the comfort of being bare. Since that visit I have joined other nudist organizations and attended a lot of nudist occasions. I have been on several nude cruises and now live in a clothing optional community where I can be naked on a regular basis except when it’s too cold or I’m going into town.
Now, for me, being bare is my way of life.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Encounter
My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the preceding year I began searching the Web for nudist places and found there were several about 70 miles away. I always liked to attempt it and and did not understand if I ‘d the nerve. I went down to Paradise Lake Resort and after checking in and having a short tour I quickly proceeded to undress in the parking lot and head around to the pool place. It wasn’t long before all my fears were gone. It felt so great to go into the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.
I met another couple that was there for the first time and everyone was so friendly. My wife never did undress and more than likely never will. No one cares what your body looks like, it’s merely nude beach watch relaxed feeling.
Now I’m a regular at Lake Como, can’t wait for the weather to warm up so I can head down there again. I also took part in the Skinny-Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. Once you go bare it is very difficult to need to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There’s nothing like the bare lifestyle!
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two
I eventually modeled for the normal figure drawing course during the spring term. Alas, the young lady who’d introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing course was little, only five students, and I got very comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the semester, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing class. I concurred, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything away and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it was over, I did not want to get dressed. Nearly everyone was really friendly, and I wondered in case the nudity was what made people open up.
I went home that summer, and by then, I’d learned to look in the classified ads of papers for all sorts of stuff. I found an advertisement for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I needed to go and experience this. I went on a Tuesday in late May. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a nude girl on her knees on the earth, working in a flower garden. I went in the office and paid my day fee to the naked lady there. I went back to the car and stripped down.
The camp wasn’t so packed, but I enjoyed the pool and hot tub. A couple of teenagers arrived in the day, home from school. I was not even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them vanished, but two girls returned, nude, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be naked and free around others, especially individuals of the opposite gender, and not feel any angst or anxiety.
as soon as I went back to the Ponderosa, it was on a Saturday, and there were many more folks there. I stayed for the weekly dance, and found a liberty that I ‘d never felt. I still loathe to dance with clothing on. During every excursion, I hated to put clothes on and leave. And I loathed the arrival of cold weather.
I’m 44 years old now and quite active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still want to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m lucky to truly have a wife who loves nudism with me, and our children have taken to it as well. I don’t ever envision a time when I could ever stop loving bare diversion.
Fort Worth, Texas