Love Being Naked

Several years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I decided to get out as well as try new things. I approached the notion of visiting a nudist resort with caution, but the idea kept nagging at me.

I’m in relatively good shape, etc., and finally determined to give it a try. Like everyone, the first time was nerve wracking. I paced back and forth naked in my room until getting up the nerve to go outside. It was just a couple of hours, and I was hooked. I like 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 Missed Chance

It absolutely was 1947 or 48. My family drove around to the coast. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Father wanted to really go to Sunshine Park but Mother desired to visit Atlantic City. Eventually, they chose to ask my sister and I where we wanted to go. We both decided Atlantic City.

Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I afterwards located Sunshine and Wellness magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her job of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines intriguing. I enjoyed the pictures!!

I started to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I discovered a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and started to buy them to read. At that time the law occasionally raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was released.

It was while I was in college that I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become an associate of a resort in California that I remembered May’s Landing from the time my sister and I chose 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 ‘ve the time! .
Fallon, Nevada
From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothing Free

My first real nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I liked to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and required bathing suits.

As a youngster I had been told that one did not go around naked, and while it was okay to alter clothing in the presence of other men certainly it was not done in front of females.

My first issue was that I I wasn’t certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for an extended period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being bare alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my house nude even when I didn’t need to be.

as soon as 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 undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I was not going to embarrass myself in public by appearing out of place.

My tour ended at the lake and because my reason behind going there was so I really could swim bare I went into the water.

Afterwards I took a short walk by myself. As I passed other individuals a smile and “Hello” was in order, the shortage of clothing was of no value.

I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.

Before going home I took a warm shower in the round building that housed the showers. As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying region humid, I went outside. I was dried by the gentle breeze as well as the warm sun. That convinced me that this was how we were meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being bare. I completed 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’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I’ve been on several naked cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be nude constantly except when it’s too cold or I am going into town.

Now, for me, being nude is my lifestyle.

-George W.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Encounter

My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the previous year I began searching the Internet for nudist areas and found there were several about 70 miles away. I wanted to attempt it and and did not understand if I ‘d the nerve. It wasn’t long before all my fears were gone. It felt so great to enter 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 is just a relaxed feeling.

Now I am a routine 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 naked it is very difficult to have to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There’s nothing like the nude lifestyle!

-Tom B.
A Model Nudist, Component Two

I eventually modeled for the regular figure drawing course during the spring semester. The figure drawing class was small, just five students, and I got really comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the session, the teacher asked me to model for her general drawing class. 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 absolutely was over, I didn’t desire to get dressed. Nearly everyone was quite 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 a number of things. 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. 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 back to the car and stripped down.

The camp was not so crowded, but I enjoyed the pool and hot tub. A couple of adolescents arrived in the afternoon, home from school. I was not even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them disappeared, but two girls returned, bare, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be nude and free around others, particularly people of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or tension.

as soon as I went back to the Ponderosa, it was on a Saturday, and there were many more people there. I remained for the weekly dance, and found a liberty that I ‘d never felt. I still loathe to dance with clothing on. During every trip, I loathed to put clothing on and leave. And I hated the arrival of cold weather.

I’m 44 years old now and really active in my church. I still model occasionally, and I still want to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m fortunate to have a wife who enjoys nudism with me, and our kids have taken to it as well. I actually don’t ever imagine a time when I could ever quit appreciating bare recreation.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas

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