because I’ve had nudist encounter over my life which did not actually seem like nudist encounters.
At about 8, my father, uncle and myself spent a weekend at a “fishing hole’ – no cabin, but a mobile home outside in the woods. On the second day of heat and zero fish capturing, we went for a swim to my surprise, in the nude. It was fantastic, it was exhilarating and it made my father and uncle look so ‘wild and awesome’. That occurred a few times over a couple of years.
My father passed away when I was 12. That following summer, my mom let me spend about two months with my uncle, aunt, cousins to sort of let me regroup as she was dealing with a lot of the consequences. My uncle/aunt weren’t nudists, nor even clothing optional – only relaxed. They had a pool and skinny dipping was the standard (two cousins, boy and girl younger than me). Many times we’d drift in the house still bare, which after all my encounters outside, looked just exhilarating.
My mother and I moved to a house in a crowded suburb two years later, but it had a privacy fence and pleasant small in-ground pool. I would get home from school about two hours before she came home from work. Naturally, I skinny-dipped continuously, and once autumn and winter arrived, would go bare a couple of hours every single day in. The following summer when we opened the pool, I was always permitted to have friends over, and two of my closest friends (male) started skinny dipping. There was always an extra sense of freedom when going nude with others.
I eventually started to boldly swim in the early morning, to begin the day the very best possible way, knowing my mom was still in the house. It was not so much that I was being more daring, more that I was just more comfortable, and wanted not to be ‘stealing’ around in the nude. She saw me skinny dipping several times, as the kitchen window looked right out to the pool and backyard.
At first, I was naturally nervous, but she never made a big issue of it, requesting me that first time had I outgrown my swimming trunks as I ‘d come in wrapped only in a towel. One afternoon after school was out, I came home from summer league softball and she was outside by the pool. I simply thought ‘what the heck’ and went out with my towel and jumped in. It was a non-event, because after I left the pool and sat across from her, we began talking about my father, and her telling me how he loved going naked. It could have been the first, truly genuine dialogue about my dad we had since he died.
The following morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she needed to join me for a swim. She said she’d be out later and she did. After what was bluntly lots of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was only tranquil and totally open. We spent about four hours talking about my dad, our family, buddies, then films, music and things I would never think to only ‘chat’ about with my mom. It was sort of an overcast day, along with a drizzle put an end to the time that had flew by to our astonishment. I said I loathed we had to go in, and she merely picked up my towel with her stuff and went indoors. We spent the remainder of the day inside in a fresh routine of liberation.
Once I got my driver’s license, and her work became more demanding, we rarely spent time together, and even when we did, it was http://x-nudism.com/demo1.php to relax in the nude it looked, so it sort of just stopped other than rare times or early in the morning routine.
So, there are three instants in time for me, and I don’t even consider them my first encounter. That would be at college, http://episodes.x-nudism.com in school, but this is another story and I’ve all ready defined the idea of ‘long winded’.