Many years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I chose to get out and try new things. I approached the notion of visiting a nudist resort with caution, but the idea kept nagging at me.
I am in relatively good condition, etc., and finally determined to give it a try. Like everybody, the very first time was nerve-wracking. I strode 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 was 1947 or 48. My family drove over to the coast. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The next morning Mother and Father were discussing where to go. Dad wanted to really go to Sunshine Park but Mother desired to visit Atlantic City. Eventually, they decided to ask my sister and I where we needed to go. We both decided Atlantic City.
Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it was not mentioned. I later 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 liked the pictures!!
I began 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 sometimes raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was discharged.
It was while I was in college which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I had become a member of a resort in California that I remembered May’s Landing from the time my sister and I decided to go to Atlantic City instead. Perhaps my family would have become family nudist photo . I afterwards became a nudist, but I’m the only nudist in the family.
Another story, when I ‘ve the time!
From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothes Free
My first actual nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort because I liked to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went coed and required bathing suits.
As a child I were told that one did not go around nude, and while it was okay to change clothes in the presence of other men certainly it wasn’t 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 folks for a length period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being naked alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my home nude even when I did not have to be.
When I arrived at the resort I was met by a bare man in the office who registered me and gave me the advice on the resort. I was subsequently directed to a parking lot where I was met by another naked guy who was going to give me a tour of the place. I undressed before the tour because even though no one understood me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by looking out of place.
My tour finished at the lake and because my reason for going there was so I could swim nude I went into the water.
Afterwards I took a brief walk by myself. As I passed other people a grin and “Hello” was in order, the lack of clothing was of no importance.
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 place humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze and the warm sunshine. That convinced me that this was how we were intended to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being naked. 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 ‘d enjoy the comfort of being naked. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended a lot of nudist events.
I have been on quite a few bare cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be naked constantly except when it’s too cold or I am going into town.
Now, for me, being naked is my lifestyle.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Encounter
My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the preceding year I started searching the Internet for nudist locations and found there were several about 70 miles away. I wanted to try it and and didn’t know if I had 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 over to the pool area. It was not long before all my fears were gone. It felt so great to go into the pool and sunbathe without a bathing suit.
I met another couple that was there for the very 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 a relaxed feeling.
Now I am a routine at Lake Como, can not 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. When you go nude it’s very difficult to need to wear 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 regular figure drawing class during the spring session. Alas, the young lady who had introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing course was little, just five pupils, and I got quite comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the session, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing class. I agreed, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything off and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it absolutely was over, I didn’t need to get dressed. Virtually 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 all sorts of stuff. I found an ad 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 ground, 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 was not very crowded, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A couple of teens arrived in the day, home from school. I wasn’t even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them vanished, but two girls returned, naked, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be nude and free around other people, particularly individuals 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 stayed for the weekly dance, and found a liberty that I ‘d never felt. I still hate to dance with clothes on. During every excursion, I loathed to put clothing on and leave. And I despised the coming of cold weather.
I’m 44 years old now and really active in my church. I still model occasionally, and I still like to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I am lucky to truly have a wife who loves nudism with me, and our kids have taken to it also. I don’t ever envision a time when I could ever cease appreciating nude recreation.
Fort Worth, Texas