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, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the shore before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.
Yet, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon along with the Hastings Street area being closed down for this event. The agent we had booked through was right in the middle of this area and we ended up parking farther away than our flat had been from the agent.

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Talking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also found that accessibility to Alexandria Bay was possible from Sunshine Beach and was a much shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we quickly headed off and found a parking space from this side of the park.
The walk in was shorter, simply just more than 1km but had none of the spectacular scenery of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and started looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the shore there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the last day.
The site was easily found as the division Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were fast out of our clothing and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling around in her backpack she then pulled out her bikini and draped it over the branch, then the towel was carefully laid out, she sat down and started to disrobe halting when all she had on was the most miniature lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that away, and she described that she might get naked later in the day, if her confidence arrived again.
We put there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite several folks had gathered in our vicinity and along the entire shore. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, as well as the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both nude. When we got out onto the sandbank the water was about waist deep and we stood there and crashed against the waves as they rolled in, soon Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to land there was a line of five guys simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these men had been there when we had entered the water and we would have to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank and also the shore) we waited for these men to move on before leaving the water. After a few minutes this hadn’t occurred so Angela used her normal diplomatic fashion and hollered at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect as well as the men scattered, allowing us to walk right up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We’d been settled for a while when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had been nude but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us. We didnt have a problem with that and dialogue readily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he’d suggested Noosa for the surfing and actually liked surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She had found the area suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was wonderful.
We asked in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had an issue with her being bare. Sarah went on to explain that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting nude to upset him. Apparently Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself hoping to locate some female company and they’d meet up much later in the day.
http://shockingtown.com didnt say it but it was evident that possessiveness was a real problem between them. Anyhow the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we had http://crazypublic.com , the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained undetectable. The four of us remained naked for the remainder of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the beach together, and shot a number of pictures of the seashore respecting naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and jobless and not studying and actually doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of wedding Nick, Rick, Mick when he completes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. It’s a life plan I struggle to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of journey (the one after always carry a towel) consistently wear fresh panties we all had the new experience of being dressed into suitable underwear, on a seashore surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she intended following the nude thing when she got home and she said she’d, but I suspect it’s merely a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom only at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went into the bathrooms and removed the offending thing and flew home commando.

Our family had a pool in our backyard deep in the heart of suburbia, and I remember wondering whether I had safely positioned the chaise lounge out of the perspective of any readily offended (or easily titillated) neighbors’ eyes as I snitched a couple of minutes whenever I really could get http://1115.us to experience what the summer sun felt like on my nude body
And many late nights, after the rest of the family had gone to bed, I’d gently ease ito the pool for a skinny dip. It was a marvelous natural high.
Interestingly enough, I decided to attend college at UC San Diego. During the orientation tour of the campus, the counsel told us incoming freshmen about nearby Black’s Beach — and expressed some surprise when many of us did not understand about its staus as one of the best-known nude beaches in the state.
So, I knew nude beach teen and there where I ‘d be taking the majority of my study breaks.
I must say, though, that I experienced what I’d expect is a standard degree of trepidation when faced with a first-time nude beach encounter. I recall going to the beach a couple of times, and staying clothed, trying to decide whether I was “safe”. I saw the beach was huge and spread out such that one could very much keep a sense of having “personal space”, at what felt like a comfortable distance from other beachgoers whose motives for being there might be substantially less than innocent. Eventually, the lure of what I had in the back part of my mind always desired to experience won out, and one day I took my new boogie-board down to shore, and without reluctance discarded my swimsuit.
I hurried down to the water, still a little nervous, trying not to make eye contact with the few people that were nearby.

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I plunged in the waves, and quickly realized I was having the time of my own life. I drove the waves for a while, loving the sensation, feeling like my body was made for this.
I worn out after a little while, and decided to head back up to the shore. Feeling more relaxed and assured now, I looked around at some of the others present. I should probably mention here that I’ve been blessed with some pretty good genes, and I should probably also mention that it was impossible not to see the — well, stares — of lots of the gay men present.
After a minute or two of nervousness, I quickly decided that this was essentially a public place, and going nude was my choice, and that I couldn’t really stop anyone who wanted to look at me from looking. And that as long as they kept a considerable distance and refrained from outwardly lewd conduct or unwanted advances or harassment, I would simply accept the “eye contact” as a compliment, and think no more of it and love myself.
I was pleased when it turned out that my fellow naked folks behaved exactly as I had figured they’d. And my approach toward the nude encounter is pretty much the same now — taking off my clothing is a choice I make, but I can not control what you do. In the event you’d like to look, go on and look, but I trust that you won’t harass or otherwise act distastefully.
To this day, my recollections of my many, many naked trips to that shore are some of my best memories. Lately, I Have been land locked, so to speak, near Sacramento, but it’s always been in the back part of my head to get back to Black’s. I’d also like to check out San Onofre.

, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane as well as our flight to Sydney.
Nevertheless, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon along with the Hastings Street place being closed down for this occasion. http://teenasses.net had booked through was right in the centre of this region and we ended up parking farther away than our apartment had been from the agent. This was our first barrier shortly followed by attempting to find someplace for breakfast, which ultimately proved too difficult and we headed around to Sunshine Beach to snatch a couple of baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Speaking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also found that accessibility to Alexandria Bay was possible from Sunshine Beach and was a much shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we quickly headed off and found a parking space from this side of the park.
The walk in was shorter, only just more than 1km but had none of the dramatic scene of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and began looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the beach there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the last day.
The site was easily located as the division Shani had stuck in the sand the previous day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were immediately out of our clothes and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling about in her backpack she then pulled out her bikini and draped it over the branch, then the towel was carefully laid out, she sat down and started to disrobe stopping when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that away, and she explained that she might get nude after in the day, if her trust arrived again.
We laid there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite a number of folks had assembled in our area and along the whole beach. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, along with the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both naked. When we got out onto the sandbank the water was about waist deep and we stood there and crashed against the waves as they rolled in, soon Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to shore there was a line of five guys just standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these men had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d need to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank along with the beach) we waited for these men to proceed before making the water. After a few minutes this hadn’t happened so Angela used her customary diplomatic fashion and cried at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and the guys scattered, enabling us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for some time when a female voice interrupted our quiet.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had been naked but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us. We didnt have an issue with that and dialogue readily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had suggested Noosa for the surfing and actually liked surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay.

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She had found the spot suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was wonderful.
We asked if the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I believe it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem with her being bare. Sarah went on to explain that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting nude to disturb him. Apparently Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she’d walked in by herself hoping to find some female company and they would meet up much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was clear that possessiveness was a real dilemma between them. Anyway the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we’d a couple swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained invisible. The four of us stayed naked for the rest of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and took a couple of pictures of the beach valuing naturist photo etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not examining and really doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague plan of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life plan I struggle to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of journey (the one after constantly carry a towel) consistently wear fresh knickers we all had the novel experience of being dressed into appropriate panties, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she thought following the bare thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suppose it is merely a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom just at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went in the bathrooms and removed the offending thing and flew home commando.

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.

-Larry
Ohio
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!

-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 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.

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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.

-George W.
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!

-Tom B.
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.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas

This year onwards I started frequenting nude beaches, and I would like to discuss the memorable experience of spending one of my very first nude beach days.
Until a couple of years ago I never would have considered the presence of the nudist beach, then it just happened. I ‘d many biases, which initially have gradually tapering like ice in a glass of plain water. Like every man who does not understand them, I saw these places as though they were earmarked for a particular kind of folks and there was some sort of access essential.
In fact they’re areas open to all, I have no idea if necessarily, but I discover that the openness to all visitors is growing with every year. In my personal experience, I’ve seen only naturist beaches where people include families or friends to spend some time feeling real close to Mother Nature.

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Here, besides the costumes, many definitions fall to the earth to make room for an individual term: Naturism. I also attended naturist beaches where the folks also accept those who do not practice it.
I’d never been to a nude beach before this summer. But a girl friend of mine Lisa loves this seashore and she said I just needed to see it and so I agreed to go. I believed that she’d prefer for the dressed part of the shore. Instead she took me to the seashore where nearly everybody was naked. At first I didnt dare to take off even the top of my bikini, and Lisa picked for topless for starters.
I thought I would be awfully embarrassed to see naked people. In reality it wasn’t just so.
First, I discovered thus to say “fascinating” to see so many men abruptly nude when up until then
I had just seen the two boys with whom I had some narratives. Undoubtedly a dick without erection
is not the best of aesthetics, yet, to arouse my curiosity… And then there were among the nudist adolescents of my age, and they didn’t look half bad!

But the thing that surprised me is this: I thought I ‘d be seemed irritated by naked guys;
I am a very pretty girl with nice breasts so I turn rather some heads in the streets. And instead didn’t give me any trouble. Some of the guys looked at me with discretion perhaps expecting that I would take off my swimsuit and I noticed the visuals didn’t go lost on at least two of them. This type of reaction was something surprisingly fun and challenging to see. In summary, what I believed would be an annoying, proved anything but that.

In that small corner of paradise we went back at other times (consistent with the work commitments of my friend). And http://0371sex.com spent a night there, sleeping in a tent. The following morning, at dawn, I also did something that I did not think I would ever be able.
It was around 6am, Lisa was sleeping while I took a walk to the showers. I saw a naked guy there taking his morning shower. He seemed rather fine!

At first I pulled myself right by saying: “Get your thing done and go away, so I approached the showers holding that thought. But when I got closer to where he was he greeted me, I reciprocated and we had a good chat with him for solid twenty minutes, while I was trying as hard as I could to look down as little as possible. It wasn’t easy, as my eyes tended to fall consistently there and saw that he was quite “well hung” and not totally “unperturbed”. I understand that might seem like free nudist family photos but I never anticipated that I could never do something like this, knowing me.

In short, the circumstance in which I discovered myself intrigued me very much. Possibly because it was sort of a soft approach to play with sexuality without falling into sex and vulgarity.

Additionally , I started experimenting and found it quite nice to sunbathe topless for the sense of independence that it gave me. Certainly, in this sense the behavior of others on the nude beach helped a lot. I mean, both those who were there nude and those in the phase 1 and phase 2. Despite some occasional glimpses, the nudists were all very nicely bred. Someone would glance at me from time to time, yes, but no one acted the same as a maniac. It was not different from the situation in the streets of the city and very reassuring for that matter. I think I ‘m on my way to the phase 2 of nudism that’s sunbathing totally nude, but I also believe that it’ll take some time.

at all times. I never thought of going nude in private, much less in public.
Then one day I came home from work very tired. I simply wanted to put on my nightie and get into bed. But it turned out to be a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first–which is clearly the one thing I consistently did naked, though I never gave that any thought.
I came out of the shower and dried off. I wasn’t sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted. I just fell on the bed, too tired to even notice that I hadn’t bothered to put anything on. I fell asleep in minutes.
as soon as I woke up, I was a bit surprised to see that I had not only had I slept naked the whole night, but it was the very best night’s sleep I ever had. The next night, I was not so tired–but I could not quit thinking about how good it felt to sleep naked. So I chose to try it on purpose this time.
I got into bed naked, and it felt quite great. I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I didn’t want to get up and get dressed. But of course I had to.
From that point, it was a rather brief time till I was ordinarily nude when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt a little bit guilty for awhile because it went against everything I had been taught since childhood. But the comfort outweighed the guilt.

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Fully being a great Californian though, I did spend a great deal of spare time on the shore in the summer–constantly wearing a bathing suit, of course. And one day, while I was shifting out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I started to consider how good it felt to take it off. And the more I thought about it, the more I began to consider the prospect of skinnydipping.
One very hot Sunday in August, I made a courageous choice: I was really going to learn if I had the nerve to beat my strait-laced breeding. I got into my car and drove south to San Diego, and parked at the cliff over Black’s Beach. For nearly 20 minutes, I sat in the car, attempting to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I’d see nude men and women. I nearly did not go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me.
But as I began to turn the key to drive away, I could not do it. I was discovered the time I spent driving down there wasn’t going to be wasted. I’d come to see a nude beach, and http://wnude.com was not going to leave without seeing it.
Slowly, I began to walk down the trail to the seashore. Really that’s the only way you can do it, but I was going slower than needed. Finally, I reached the bottom, and might hardly believe what I was seeing. There were lots of men, many of them naked. There were girls in all stages of dress and undress. There were families with young kids.
I located an uncrowded area and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no idea what I was going to do next. Part of me wanted to pull everything away and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt horrible for being in this type of spot.
I shut my eyes, and believed, and thought some more. The thought of taking off my clothes in front of guys–how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes away, and they had no problem with letting men see them.
The ocean looked more and more asking. The remorse weighed on me. Even if I remained clothed, just being in such a place and seeing such sights was erroneous. For nearly an hour, I was torn. I went back and forth–and eventually, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyhow, it could not be any worse of a sin to participate. If these people saw me naked, they wouldn’t be seeing anything they hadn’t seen before.
Quickly, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything off, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away. I felt wonderful. I was skinnydipping in http://nudists-video.net , in mixed company, and enjoying it completely. I came out of the ocean, and the feeling of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt amazing.
From that instant on, I was a new man. I’m still a traditonal Jew. I eat only kosher food, and I don’t drive on the Sabbath. I still go to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Festivals. But I’m a Jewish nudist, and I love it.

It wasn’t a nude beach and my friends as well as I didn’t go bare, but there were several other individuals who were naked. It was clear that the skinny dippers were having a great time and did not care who else saw them.

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more was a completely new concept for me. There clearly was no “You show me yours and I Will show you mine” quid pro quo, which is the way I comprehended nudist parks to function. The approach was “I’m going bare because I appreciate it and everyone else can simply deal with it.”
I did not go bare that day because I didn’t know what the approach of my friends would be toward it. It wasn’t until a couple of years after when I had access to a car that I went to Bonny Doon Beach just north of Santa Cruz. I’d gone alone that day but there were loads of other people on the shore and the majority of them were bare. I didn’t have any major nervousness about taking my clothes off, but I was assured to find that nobody was laughing and pointing and that I didn’t have any difficulties suppressing my degree of arousal. I found that within a couple of minutes I was able to relax and simply enjoy being on the beach. There were a whole new chain of agreeable sensations such feeling the sun along with the breeze all over my body and running along the beach and jumping in the water with no soggy bathing suit. The experience lived up to my expectations. Then, I would see nude beaches a couple of times each summer whenever the opportunity availed itself.
I eventually married a very proper woman who I met at church. I assumed at the time that we got engaged that I ‘d be giving up nude beaches forever. Afterward, she told me about how she and her sister grew up skinny dipping in their own backyard swimming pool. http://modestperson.com of months after we were wed, I took my wife to Red, White, & Blue Beach in California. It was her first time nude on a beach and she thoroughly enjoyed it. Now when we go on holiday, we seek out nude beaches and prefer to stay at nudist resorts. We now have a backyard swimming pool and use swimsuits only when we have visitors.