Love Being Nude

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

I’m in relatively good shape, etc., and eventually decided to give it a try. Like everybody, the first time was nerve-wracking. I strode back and forth nude in my room until getting up the nerve to go outside. It was just a few hours, and I was hooked. I like going every summer now, as frequently as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and pleasurable thing I have ever done.

A Neglected Chance

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 following morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Father wanted to go to Sunshine Park but Mom desired to go to 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 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 fascinating. liked the pictures!!

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 school which 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 remembered May’s Landing from the time my sister and I made the decision 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 storyline, when I ‘ve the time!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
From Skinny Dipping to Living Clothes Free

My first actual nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I wanted 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 didn’t go around naked, and while it was okay to alter clothing in the existence of other men definitely it wasn’t done in front of females.

My first issue was that I I was not sure how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for a protracted period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being nude alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my dwelling nude even when I didn’t need to be.

When I arrived at the resort I was met by a naked man in the office who registered me and gave me the advice on the resort. I undressed before the tour because even though no one understood me, I was not going to embarrass myself in public by looking out of place.

My tour finished 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 brief walk on my own. As I passed other individuals a smile and “Hello” was in order, the dearth of clothes was of no value.

I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.

As 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 meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being nude. 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 ‘d enjoy the relaxation of being naked. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I’ve been on numerous nude cruises and now live in a clothing optional community where I can be naked all the time except when it is too cold or I’m going into town.

Now, for me, being nude is my way of life.

-George W.
First Nudist Experience

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 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 brief tour I quickly continued 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 good to go into the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.

No one cares what your body looks like, it is just a comfortable feeling.

Now I am a regular at Lake Como, can’t wait for the weather to warm up so I can head down there again. Additionally , I took part in the Skinny Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. When you go naked it is very difficult to need to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There is nothing like the bare lifestyle!

-Tom B.
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two

I eventually modeled for the normal figure drawing course during the spring semester. The figure drawing class was little, just five pupils, and I got quite comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the term, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing course. 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 absolutely was over, I did not want to get dressed. Virtually everyone was quite friendly, and I wondered if 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 had 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 woman on her knees on the earth, working in a flower garden. I went back to the car and stripped down.

The camp wasn’t so packed, but I appreciated the pool and hot tub. A couple of teenagers 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 others, especially individuals of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or anxiety.

as soon as I went back to the Ponderosa, it absolutely was on a Saturday, and there were many more people there. I stayed for the weekly dance, and found a freedom that I had never felt. I still loathe to dance with clothing on. During every excursion, I hated to put clothes on and leave. And I despised the coming of cold weather.

I am 44 years old now and very active in my church. I still model occasionally, and I still love to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m fortunate to really have a wife who appreciates nudism with me, and our kids have taken to it also. I actually don’t ever envision a time when I could ever stop appreciating bare diversion.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas

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