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My curiosity started from seeing a shower curtain in my parents bath room that had a nude girl on it. Then I saw my grandpa walking naked to the restroom, when my grandparents stayed at my parents house for a visit.
I think my mom was or is into nudism, because she did not wear knickers, instead she wore pantyhose. I think my parents may have attempted swinging, because one morning we children discovered a pin- young nudist sex -boobs-on-the-smasher poster still hanging on the den wall from one of their parties they had the night before. Me and my brother would also look through my father’s playboy magazines while our parents were out shopping.

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All of these things made me curious but mainstream society depicted nudist as quacks, as well as the human body as smelly and filthy.
But I found out later in life that the body odor is because of bacteria that develops in wet dark places, like parts of the body that sweats a lot, and are covered by clothes.
To prove that point,I was told by a doctor while I was enlisted in in the military, to get rid of this recurring rash I had between my legs, was to wear no pants in my room when I was alone.
A another thing that pulled me nearer to nudism was the naked journey magazines I would see in book stores.
Well, I started nudism with skinny dipping, and bare hike at golf courses through the nighttime. Then I started roller blading and biking naked on bike trails early in the morning while it was dark out.
I then graduated to hiking naked during the day in woods and parks.
I now wear clothing when I ‘ve to to function in a clothed society.
I don’t have any shame in nudism since I believe we were created by a God
and not the result of evolution,and that he made every living thing, and then he created man and his wife. He demanded them to be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth, and have dominion over all of the earth. And the man and the woman were naked and had no shame.
The second reason I don’t have any shame is because all of God’s creature are nude. I really don’t see http://videonudism.com/suntan crafting themselves clothed, or attempting to hide their bodies out of shame.
What I’d like to explore next is social nudism. The single thing that’s holding me up with this particular experience is most of the nudism resort around here charge $80 to spend one day at their resorts.
The next difficulty is plenty of resort don’t allow single men.

Back in May, I was working a job in Alabama and had a 5-day weekend for Memorial Day. I had done a lot of analysis on the web about “clothing Elective” beaches and naturist/naked clubs and had read about Haulover Beach, so decided to go there for my first time.
So, I made the trip down there, but after checking into my hotel (which SHOULD have been fairy close to Haulover) I realized I didn’t have web for http://nudistspic.com so I simply walked down the shore. Naturally, I didn’t find it. The following day I DID find it. (Got good directions this time.) The parking area was arcoss the road from the shore and there was an underpass for pedestrians. When I got to the high shrubbery (to block the view rom the traffic) I saw a sign that said “You Could Encounter Bare Sun Bathers Beyond This Point”. Right behind the sign was a nude guy taking a shower, so I figured I was in the right spot.
Well, I took my cooler, seat and towel to the beach, found a pleasant spot and set things up. After everything was set up, I took off top and shoes. So now I’m standing there in front of my chair and I said to myself, “Well, this is what you came for. It is now or never.” And with that, I lost the shorts and folded them up with the rest of my clothing. So now I am standing on the beach, completely naked fpor the first time. What a feeling.
I spend several hours there (as http://nudistpic.net preceding day was squandered on a wild goose chase) before I had to hit the road.

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But on the way out, I got a flyer that talked about Apollo Beach. Since it absolutely was on the way, I chose to stop by and check it out. It was a good drive off the interstate highway, but I made it, stripped down and spent a few more hours in the buff.
After the job in Alabama finished, I went back to California and made a decision to see as many clothing optional beaches as I could before the following occupation started up. So now I’m hooked, just like almost everyone else on this particular website.

I have never done it, but I’ve been surprised by a girl in the wrong spot.

There were 4 high school boys who’d come to swim at the gym with a few girl friends or sisters, and they were showering and steaming and taking their time to get done while the women got more and more impatient outside waiting to go home.

Finally, one of the ladies threatened to come in to fetch them.

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All four were buck nude, uncommon for .za teenagers in our locker rooms nowadays, and thought the notion hilarious and so one of them told her to try it. They were still laughing their butts off when she did, and she got more than an eyeful. http://beach-photos.net have never seen such a change in mood – the four guys went into a complete tailspin, diving for cover and towels. She gave me a quick “sorry” on her way out, presumably somewhat embarrassed at having found someone apart from her four friends in there.

Wow, http://videonudism.com/exhbitioniss/nudist-ass.php were upset. They did not find my lack of sympathy very entertaining, either. I believe they were hoping I’d have been annoyed and kicked up a fuss and told the lady/s away and hence given them something else to talk about instead of what I envision was a silent ride home and much discussion at school the next day.

I was somewhat surprised to discover that lots of nudists are just as nervous as non-nudists would be in a nude scenario. Perhaps what makes you a nudist is the fact that the urge to be naked is stronger than the initial humiliation of being bare.

My first courageous act was to strip off on a seashore. There aren’t any nude beaches close to me but I discovered a little cove where folks rarely go and attempted stripping off there. It was a wonderful feeling, but I was always worried about being caught. Although a little after I did meet some other people who went nude there.

The next brave thing I did was to take some photographs of myself and show a few friends. Not in a sleazy way mind you, I simply wanted to find out if I seemed ok in teen nudist pee . I was once offered a job modelling for an art group but I did not too that. The idea of being nude in a room full of people was too nerve racking.

After wanting to for quite some time, I finally found the guts to really go to a actual nude beach. It took some finding and I was extremely nervous by the time I got there. This was on new years day so t here were tons of people there. But my nerves went away after seeing each of the folks there being naked and believing nothing of it. I was still clothed when I walked onto the seashore and thought to find a area before undressing. But it looked so relaxed, that I took my shirt off before I even settled down. When I located a place to put my towel, I took the remainder of my clothing away and I was surprised how quickly I got used to it. After acclimatizing, I got up and went for a walk, absolutely bare for everybody to see and it was no big deal whatsoever because everyone was the same. In fact, I felt far more comfortable being nude there that I ‘d feel just taking my top off on a standard seashore.

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Click to viewI imagine the most recent brave thing I did was to upload my naked avatar here. As mentioned, I have shown photos to a couple of buddies, however this is the very first time I’ve posted one for all the world to see. I don’t believe I’ll leave it up really long so enjoy (if that’s the word) it while you can. I actually don’t think I Will be using the photo albums feature however – I am not that courageous.

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.

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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’.

hangouts in general. Now, as a young kids, closer to infancy, I remember we consistently made like Tommy from the Rugrats and constantly stripped our clothes away. Our parents ran round the house trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something else. (Eventually they recorded all our clothing on with duct tape and then further fixed us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents didn’t tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve only been one of the lucky ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I had to go through http://x-nudism.com , then the difficult decision of trying to figure out who to live with. Initially, I lived with my mom for a couple years. I still remember all the various roommates we’d living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, people from many walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well-rounded with many different belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good friend in my entire life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you’ve got to “practice being naked” since we all are under our clothes anyhow, but people who prefer that lifestyle do tend to discard those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of only being naked on a regular basis, he consistently made sure that it would be fine with all the other roommates including my mother, my sister and I, before he seemed undressed, so that everybody in the house wouldnt be too disturbed when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked man running round the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I had been brought up, I wasnt troubled by it. as soon as I wanted to have non-nudist friends over, I’d be sure to inform him so ahead of time and he would promptly go throw on a set of short pants without a grievance. So the system we had in the family worked just fine.
My mom was very openly enthusiastic about nudity also, along with all those other taboo topics that come up awkwardly when youre a teen when discussing with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our teenager years, she made sure that we knew about different things that go on in other peoples houses, behind closed doors, and even in our dwelling not that being nude was a huge thing. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of complete acceptance!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home nude, run across the backyard nude, but not run around a nudist park. Societal nudity outside with several hundred other folks merely wasnt her thing.
It was, however, Georges thing, and he belonged to a local nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I recall asking him about the area and he always replied enthusiastically about it as being nice and also a fun place, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mother, my sister and I to go whenever we decided it was time, but he would not do so without my moms written permission and with everyone’s entire knowledge of what the conduct rules were there. Eventually, perhaps a year later, my mom and sister did go with him, and enjoyed the experience very much. But by then I had moved out as well as lived with my dad and stepmom and was being raised in a rather sheltered, religious kind of manner. This entire nudist matter didnt look sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less receptive to the notion of being nude around others until a couple of years later.

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Afterward came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mothers house I finally got the guts to ask George if I really could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with my mother, and it was, so away we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy child I was, I did not run around chucking my clothes right away. Rather, I think the first couple of times I fastened myself in the pool and scarcely left it, except maybe to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a kid. You did not? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to nude badminton…) It wasnt that I was uncomfortable in the area, because everyone was really pleasant and supportive. I guess I played badminton to avoid staring at people. It is hard not to stare at fifty or so people lounging about like lizards in the sun without a shred of clothing on. Specially when you are fourteen. Naturally, when you’re fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and taut skin. One thing I know I can thank the nudists for were their celebrations.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Alright, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there is Thanksgiving, but damnit! There has to be something in between!” Then they realize there’s Election Day (which isn’t really something to observe these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they’re difficult to locate). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a bash and have a lot of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the vacation at hand.
On one such holiday, I can’t remember which, they had one really talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, if you have never had a paintbrush dragged across your bum, well let me tell you, it tickles! I made the decision to get up enough guts to get the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to simply under my back. It looked http://b-boyz.com/nudist-movies.html , really! Everyone was telling me how awesome it appeared, on me and only in general. I believe even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a lot of ol’ naked people. But so I pranced around all day, displaying my backside to every adoring onlooker. Afterwards, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I started looking forward to it practically every weekend, as I had made many friends there of all ages, and enjoyed being able to simply lounge about in the sun. I loved it so much, after a few years I gently started telling some of my friends about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. Later the same year I brought there my boyfriend at the time (even though he proved to be a whole lot more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet buddy from Ohio while he visited to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. During the the next couple of years, I invited quite several buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having an excellent experience! As you can observe, this lifestyle is something which now I love sharing with people I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I appreciate running around my own house nude whenever I get the opportunity (and at my moms house whenever I return to visit.) I’m now proud to say I’m a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I have my mom and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years ago.
That all being said, I believe I ‘ve some sunning to do. It’s a quite lovely day and I Have a great balcony that is calling to me.

I am french, so please excuse me, my english can feature some mistakes… I am 25, male, soon married, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, where the concept of nudism itself is considered as a pervert thing. So, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I’ve also never seen my parents, or any member of my family, naked.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summertime. I was then just 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I watched a report on TV, featuring a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some fairly humorous things in this TV programme : everybody was completely naked, including all of the guests along with the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing only a hat plus a butterfly-node, and also the partner just a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, I thought about going nude…
The next night, then I attempted to sleep nude for the very first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was cold, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and noted that I was bare. But anyhow, I found it quite good, because I felt extraordinarily free (I generally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I tried to stay nude the entire day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day. I did all the standard items in the nude, and this was incredibly plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather depressing to have to wear my shorts and T-shirt again. The drug of nudism had found me, and I am still addicted to it !
But as I still dreaded the potential reaction of my parents, I didn’t sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to remain nude as long as possible when my parents were away.
Approximately one year after, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more frequently. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to awake me, detected my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But astonishingly, she did not have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d explained her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T shirt and slip during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first success ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. A couple of years after (in 1994), I liked to try to be naked outside for the first time. I ‘d the possibility that there were small woods near the building where we were living. With the other kids, we were used some years before to go playing in http://nudist-video.net/watch-a-naked-chicks-at-the-beach-tan-her-hot-body.html . One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the place where I played in the past, and I took all my clothes away. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of freedom was remarkable… I attempted to renew this encounter one or two times, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been instantaneously denounciated to my parents…
Throughout that period also, I attempted to go without underwear. I did it a few times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I CAn’t prevent my manhood to erect at any time, and my erections were plainly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for a long time. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I shown to my mom, that I wanted to stay bare at home. One day, while she had gone away for a few moments, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message describing that, when I’d go out of the bath, I’d remain bare since I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would not be any way that I would affirm because I didn’t enjoy it, and she accepted that I stayed nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I really could believe… So, I spent almost one month nude, only swearing when my dad was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The rest of the time, I stayed naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was clearly one of the greatest summers I Have ever had !
Following this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high-level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I had to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was prevented to sleep bare during one year, except during the weekend and holidays, once I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I had my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-naked less than ten times, because I only had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military selection, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the neighborhood TV channel aired another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist individuals were used to go. As this wasn’t far from home (50 kilometers), I went there on my bicycle. The very first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and shores were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week-end). But the next time, there was nobody… I halted, installed myself in a little isolated grass area, and got nude. For the very first time in my life, I was nude in public, with others who could see me. I loved 2 wonderful hours. I went back there fairly regularly during the next 4 years, with great experences, and more poor ones…
For the good ones, I’ll mention that I’ve meet my first bare girls here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, totally naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence as well as the landscape. A lot of people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was pretty weel tolerated in this region except during the weekends in the middle of the summertime.
But I also found, for the very first time, that nudism may also be linked to sexual perversion… Lots of queers are accustomed to meet around these lakes, and do not wait to attempt to have sex with any bare guy they see… I needed to reject them fairly often, and I had ordinarily no trouble, but I eventually ceased to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to prevent additional difficulties.
I tried to really go to lots of other “nude locations” in the area, however they were ultimately all homosexual meeting points. I did not go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. For the first time in my entire life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a street, with 3 neighbours). I began to remain naked here more and more frequently, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to fetch something in the common refrigerator on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms). When my neighbours were all away, I even could go out on the balcony in the nude.
I never had the nerve to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not understanding what their reactions could be : French people are quite less open-minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism is still like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows shut, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I also documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these times, which encouraged myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The third year in Grenoble, I’d went into a bigger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained increasingly more nude. I even began to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and also the showers in the nude. Consistently fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on a very little climbing road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during approximately 10 km. That was a great experience, but I didn’t have the opportunity to attempt once again…
My advancement in “full nudism” went on in http://nudismpics.net . There is, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is allowed.

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It is there that I ‘d my first actual nudist encounter in public, without fearing homosexual advances, during summer 2003. I truly loved it, and I now wait for the heat once again to spend new good times on that beach, with my girlfriend, who I’m trying to convert to nudism additionally. A few months before, I decided once again that I wouldn’t wear knickers anylonger. I packaged all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible place (except one slip for utter necessity cases). As my dick is now considerably more quieter, there’s no difficulty at all, and I now never wear panties, under any kind of clothes, including jeans which I wear the majority of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not actually converted to nudism, she appreciates the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The following steps will be :
First, the end of the conversion of my girlfriend (who’ll be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I know she’ll do it, as she is not opposed to this idea, but it’ll definitely take lots of time until she’s as comfortable with nakedness than I am… Afterwards, spend holidays in nudist resorts. I hope that this will definitely become the truth next year. Well, that is all; Thanks to all the people who had the bravery to read my litterature until here

discuss with you my story of my first nude beach experience, I feel that brianna beach sex must say several things about the girlfriends I went with. These are my three best girlfriends that I’ve understood for a long time, ever since we started first grade. We remained great girlfriends all these years and every year (when we can afford it), we go for a vacation down to Mexico and check out a fresh location every year. It’s been our little tradition for a few years now and we have had some crazy times south of the border. However, this last year was really something else.

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It was the first time we went to a nudist beach and I just need to share our experience.
We initially thought that it’d just be another one of our excursions, all four of us were really psyched to go and we really wanted the holiday. Additionally, we decided to go somewhere where we could really kick back and relax without needing to party all night long. We decided on a location called Riviera Maya which is just south of Cancun, but in addition just south enough to avoid all of the crowds that harass Cancun. When we got there, it was like paradise. You know those shores with the insanely white sand and crystal clear waters that simply tempt you to jump in without even checking in? Well, it was one of those places. I really could recommend it to practically everyone.
And for a few days, everything was going as intended. We were relaxing on the beaches entire day long, went out for a few drinks in the evenings and we were, if we are fair, being a dull group. Actually, it was getting a bit too dull. I mean beach porno nudizm were still in our 20ies and regardless how exhausted you get over the course of the year, you do need some fun when you go on a vacation. That is when one of my girlfriends, Tyra, said that there is a beach where nudists go, something of a mixed shore at which it is possible to go either clothed or in the nude. This was something we never attempted before and we decided that it would be a great way to spice things up a bit. We also expected that there would be some guys there that we could have a look at in the nude. You never know, right?
The first thing that we noticed when we got to the shore is that everyone was in their swimming suits, men, girls, everyone. We were a bit disappointed and we already believed that someone has misinformed us, perhaps even as a prank, sending four women to a “supposed” nudist beach and then laughing their heads off picturing us waltzing nude to a regular shore. As it turned out, this wasn’t true. The nudist part of the shore was a bit down the shore and we soon started discovering an increasing number of folks enjoying their day at the seashore in the nude. There were women in topless, women that were totally bare and even a few really hot guys all naked and showing off. One man really had something to show off if you know what I mean.
Then it hit us we were extremely shy. Or at least three of us were. Tyra was naked before we could put our towels down and I can inform you that it was a glorious sight to see her in all her curvy goodness all bare and not worrying about a matter. I made the decision to give topless a go along with the image that I sent you is just that. Tyra in the middle, all bare and without a care in the world. Me in topless and our two girlfriends with their backs to the camera, still not feeling daring enough.
The following day, however, we were all nude as the day we were born and I can inform you that it is the best thing a girl can do. The freedom is intoxicating as well as the sun feels so amazing on the naked skin.

I shared a bedroom with my 2 younger brothers, sleeping in the top bunk of a bunk bed. Our house was quite small. I remember bathing with one of my brothers, Garry, right up to my early teens. My youngest brother, Ian, and sister Julie, who was younger still, also bathed together. At all other times, though, we wore clothing, though in the hot Aussie summers, it was frequently only shorts and undies. My sister always wore a top as well. None of my family were nudists, and my mum was from a strict Catholic history. I have never seen her nude.
I do recall all of us lads and father showering nude in the dressing sheds at the beach, and how frequently there were men sunbaking nude in the open courtyard at the center of the dressing pavillion. I didn’t believe anything was wrong with that. When I was 12, I was at high school and my class went to the shore for an excursion. It was an all boys school. I recall one of my classmates (his name was http://videonudism.com/young/spy-sex-beach.php !) taking off his swimmers and skinny dipping in a stone pool. I wasn’t quite game enough to do that, but I did have a very strong desire to swim naked.
While I didn’t swim nude, I did sleep nude. I’d wear pyjamas to bed, then take them off. They constantly appeared worn because I’d shove them down under the covers. I was never comfortable if I need to sleep in pyjamas.
I didn’t understand anything about nudism, and wondered whether I was strange or something, but I started to go naked at home when everyone else was out. I nearly got caught nude by an elderly guy who used to see us often. I ‘d really gone out the back door nude (it was early evening), and I needed to dart back in immediately, shut the door, and act like no-one was home!
Another thing I did was to go to bed later than anyone else. It became my job to lock up the back door during the night prior to going to bed. I used this as the opportunity to be nude, even at the center of winter. I adored being nude under the stars! Occasionally, I Had walk or run round the block nude (I’d have been about 15- http://nudistpic.net when I did this). It was somewhat daring, going by the houses of all neighbours who understood me so well, with not a stitch on! The final stretch of the run was down the main road and round the corner into our street, and once I remember the driver of a car coming up the main road honking at me! That was a real rush – someone had seen me! I’d never had the courage (unlike other young people whose stories are on this site) to tell my parents I wanted to go nude. At the conclusion of my final year of high school, I turned 18 and went on a trip for about 10 days with some of my school mates and one of our teachers. We camped in the grounds of the neighborhood Catholic primary school and there were several beaches nearby. One night, wearing just a pair of Speedo swimmers, I went out by myself to one of the beaches. I immediately took them away, and ran into the water naked. It was excellent! I chose to stay bare after completing my swim, and walked up from the seashore to the nearby road. It was probably about 11pm, so I thought I’d go for a jog in the nude. I determined to put my swimmers down in a place I Had recall, so I could chicken out. It was such a buzz! Would you believe I accidentally jogged past the Police Station in the nude? Again, a few automobile motorists honked, but streakers were fairly common then!
I first went bare in front of others of my age at a nude beach when going to University, and that was normally an extremely favorable experience. It was likewise great to see that there were girls who loved being bare too!

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As I read in this forum, there are many who have been comfortable with nudity since childhood.
That was definitely not possible for me in the quite traditional dwelling in which I was raised. I do remember quite vividly my first encounter.

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When I was 13, our family was trailor camping in a forest in the south of England. It was a wonderful morning and I was up before anyone else. I stepped outside in the dewy morning in my pajamas and discovered a path leading away into the woods. The temptation was too great. Once I was out of sight, I took off all my clothing and ran naked through the forest. It turned out to be a fabulous feeling! Regrettably, it wasn’t an encounter I really could duplicate easily. As I grew through my teen years, there was no possibility of being nude at home or in the back yard.
I ‘d to be met wearing brief underwear and I’d sometimes lie on a towel in the lawn. My mother was not thrilled, but did not say too much. Some years after, I was married and I remember with great fondness a day when my young bride and I walked nude in a field. It turned out to be a fantastic feeling of freedom, but not one which has been repeated frequently. Over time, I’ve seen Wreck Beach once I was visiting Vancouver. There I found people quite receptive and accepting. Unlike many I ‘ve read around in this forum, I didn’t have any hesitation about taking off my clothing with strangers. It was a very freeing experience. I remember once lying across a log from a young woman and a couple of young men who were having a dialogue.
They were totally normal in the things they discussed although they and I were naked. I thought what a great awareness of self confidence each individual revealed, particularly the young woman. Maybe that’s what a lot of people lack, the self confidence and positive self image to be themselves even when they are clothed. russian nudist are grown now so my wife is much more accepting of my being nude around the home and in the lawn. She grins at me and recognizes that when I have really been able to lie in the sun naked for an hour or so, I’m so much more relaxed. She says, “If this is what it takes for you to be relaxed, I am http://picsnudism.net for it”. This implies that it’s o.k. for me to be naked and have no tan lines.
She doesn’t especially share my excitement. For those who are easily able to be naked and free at home, the beach or the club, love that liberty. Not all individuals are able to experience that degree of freedom and love being comfortable within their very own skin, whether they’re nude alone or with others.