How did I come to be a nudist? Well, this is kind of a hard question since I actually don’t

know for sure whether I ‘m a nudist or not. But the reality remains that I am on my way. At least I ‘ve made my first, still doubtful, steps. It all started last summer when I first met Andrew. He proposed that we go to a secluded Long Island beach where to meet someone is an extremely rare opportunity. It was our plan to bring along as many folks as possible, however in the end there were only three of us coming: Andrew, me, and my friend Alice.
Alice and I got everything prepared for the planned picnic: we purchased some food, put on new swimsuits, and took substantial bedclothes. Andrew had been already waiting for us at the bus stop. There was a long way to really go bus and then a couple of miles to walk, so we began to lose our clothes, piece by piece, while we were still on our way. Andrew took off his T shirt and used it to cover his head. Alice and I likewise took off our T-shirts and walked on wearing our skirts and swimsuit tops.
We’d been rather tired when we finally got to the public beach. But Andrew did not cease there. Instead he guided us on assuring to show us some fabulous spot. We were walking along posh villas, the road was dusty and also the heat was something devastating. When we had covered another mile we finally took a turn from the main road and walked in one file along a narrow path that wound its way between bushes and trees. Finally we saw the glade we had been searching for! We disposed of what was left from our clothes and dropped our bags to the earth carelessly and made a decision to take a dip into the river. Andrew and I were the first to come out of water.
‘What would you say if I took off my swimming trunks?’ – he asked. He then continued: ‘I want my suntan to be even’.
I’d not mind him doing so if it wasn’t for Alice being around. I knew she would be scandalized if he were to do this. But I didn’t object openly to the bloke. He stripped and lay on his belly, showing his behind to the sunrays. By the by, the colour of did not differ from that of the rest of his body. Terrified by Alice’s would be reaction, I was waiting for her to approach. Eventually I saw her coming out of the water serenely. When she came closer and saw Andrew, she looked like she was stricken by lightning, but she did not say and triying difficult to look like nothing had occurred, lay down beside us.
So, there we were sunbathing like that: Andrew was bare, while Alice and me had our swimsuits on. When Andrew thought that Alice was no longer embarrassed by his nudity, he took me aside, kissed and said ‘Take off all your clothes’. Honestly speaking, I had been craving to take my swimsuit off and expose to the sun the lighter spots on my body. But in sympathy with Alice I ‘d not done this. However, now that we were divided from Alice by a wall of shrubbery, I couldn’t fight the temptation if letting him yank off all the unnecessary pieces of clothing from me. Then we lay on the grass and started playing cards. Andrew called Alice. We did not have to ask her twice, and shortly she joined us.
‘Don’t be a coy, go ahead and take your swimsuit away! There is no one around!’ – suggested Andrew, but she only shook her head. I realized that my own nudity was even more confusing for her than Andrew’s, but sweeping away the feeble pangs of my conscience, I remained to be stripped to the bark. There appeared a couple of it – a guy and a woman. Having place all of their possessions prepared to have a great time, they went straight to the water.

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They were absolutely naked. Notwithstanding the fact that their bodies were, well, far from being perfect, they were not in the least put out by their nudity and were feeling fairly natural. They lay on the beach to sunbathe when they appeared out of the water.
Then it was our turn to bathe. As for me, I put on my swimsuit somewhat unwillingly, only for the sake of my empathy towards Alice. I’m not certain as for the couple’s reaction towards our emerging from behind the bushes, but Andrew was feeling quite rested. He wasn’t even embarrassed by fishermen fishing someplace at a distance in their own boats. When we came out of the water the Buick was already gone and we came back to our old location on the glade. It was a fantastically blissful sense to stand amidst flamboyant greenery nude appreciating the life giving sunrays. And although somewhere deep in my heart I still felt the remains of my shyness, I was very determined to forget about it, not letting it get me down.
After this he let her alone for some time. Then our conversation streamed to discussing the manners of breast enlargement, and Alice started educating me some daily breast enlargement exercise complex. To demo the work of breast muscles, or perhaps because her want finally beaten her shyness, Alice let her swimsuit slip to her waistline, and we began doing the exercises together. Andrew caught us in this very position, kneeling close to each other and doing some complex exercises. Alice was awfully embarrassed and place the straps of her swimsuit top back on her shoulders.
It was getting late and it was time for us to start packing our stuff and go back home, but we needed to take just one more plunge before we leave. Andrew and I chose to do it naked. Holding hands with each other, when the water reached our waistlines we looked back and to our total surprise we saw Alice standing by the water… totally nude!
Tired but happy and full of new impressions, we were getting back home. It absolutely was our first experience of bathing naked outside, an unexpected and enjoyable experience. Now I am anxiously awaiting the summer to come to continue my acquaintance with nature in its primordial form. Andrew and I plan to visit the beachfront. And I know for sure that we won’t need any ‘textile’ pastime by the beachfront anymore.

A few years ago on a hot July day I chose to bypass a day off work and go as a day visitor to a nudist club near to where I was working.

I had signed in and was just getting my day bag out of the car when a young lady pulled up and asked me if this was the Croft club. I told her she was right and directed her to where she had to go and enroll. I went in to the club and settled myself down to enjoy the day. Not long after this young lady walked past and we began to converse. We had a fantastic time chatting away on all things nudist with more than one break to relish the wonderful pool for a cool down.
Late into the afternoon or possibly early evening I determined that I was really going to pack up and head for home. I said that I was intending to leave but within half an hour I would be walking nude through the woods. It had become a routine thing with me that on my way home from work or the gym I would stop off at this forest and take a walk in the nude. I kept a pair of short pants wit me to cover up if I met anybody which I ‘d done more than once. On hearing that I ‘d be taking a woods walk bare she said that she’d like to join me but she was not planning to leave till late evening when the heat had subsided as she did not have a/c in her automobile. I told her that if she rearly wanted to have a bare forest walk I would drive beach girl and back in my car that has a/c. At this she accepted, picked up her handbag and a tiny sarong and walked to the way out.
We both got into the car nude and drove for about 40 minutes to the forest passing through a small town, stopping at traffic lights the works. Nobody discovered we were both naked. At the woods we parked up near another car, not in the normal car park. We got out of the vehicle and walked off up this path into the forest. She had her little sarong and I had my shorts for cover should we require it. He had definatly seen that we were bare so I said that there wasn’t point in hiding or for that matter covering up so we did not. We chatted to the chap for a couple minutes and he walked back with us to where we and he had parked our cars. There was a third car parked with us and while we were chatting standing by our cars we seen a couple on top of the path heading our way. Must be the couple from the third auto. When they got up to us they told us that they had really been in the woods nude sunbathing a lot of the day and when they spotted us both nude decided to continue there naked time. The other couple decided to drive home nude too.
So all in all I drove for over two hours nude that day. It was excellent.

Last week I took advantage of the beautiful

While Spanish Banks is textile, Acadia Beach is officially signed as clothing-optional.

About 20 minutes later, a young man and girl within their late adolescents carrying a backpack emerged from the shore trail within feet of where I was sitting. I have discovered earlier from naked hiking that when you are nude and encounter clothed men, the greatest strategy is to act as if nudity is the most natural thing in the world (which it is!)

It seems they had not been down to the nude beach before, and believed they were at the more well-known Wreck Beach end. They’d passed the “Shore Ahead is Clothes Optional” indication and approached me to inquire where the nude beach began. I pointed out that I was nude if that was any help, and that statement of the “hardly apparent” resulted in a few laughs.

They sat down on the log with me and asked me lots of questions regarding the shore, if it was really legal to be naked outside on a public beach, how many folks were likely to show up, did everyone go nude, etc.

I answered all their questions and didn’t feel at all odd that I was sitting naked talking with two clothed young persons I had never met before. As I say, they looked nervous, but I do not think it had much to do with my nudity.

They’d, actually, come down for the very first time to relish the shore together and had expected to find a place off by themselves for their “first time”. The tide was quite a way outside and I proposed a place maybe 200 feet down the shore, where they could have a patch of sand behind a log, and have access to the large sandbar jutting out in the water, without having to navigate too many sharp stone, etc.

They set off with their back pack and I saw them cease where I proposed and wave back at me. They young man took off his shorts nearly instantly (leaving his t shirt on for some reason), while his girlfriend stayed clothed for a while. But soon after that, I saw the both of them walking hand in hand outside on the sandbar, nude except for flip flops and hats.

I like to think that by simply acting issue-of-factly about being bare when they approached me, not attempting to cover up, etc., that I made them feel a little more comfortable about their first naturist experience together. And after all, isn’t that what got us all “hooked” in the first place? beach sex ?

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

It was my first encounter at a “Landed Nudist Club”.

It was at a pastoral facility currently called Drake’s Ridge in rather rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with strategies to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I ‘d a Nissan pickup with a high-rise cap which I had outfitted as a one man sleeper for camping. It was a warm late spring day and also the weather appeared like it was really going to be rainy. I checked in, and was assigned a location to camp. I immediately undressed before I did anything else. After all, that was why I was there.
When I has finished setting up my “campsite” I wandered around the grounds a bit. There were not a lot of folks there yet, but the ones who were, were quite friendly. The pool was open, but being early in the year, the water was plenty chilly, despite the warmness of the evening. As it got dark, I wasn’t really prepared to go to bed yet. I noticed that there was smoke coming from the chimney in group sex on the beach .
It was still drizzly, but not cold whatsoever. Still, I thought that a fire might be fine to drive off the dampness. With that thought I got a book from my things and headed for the lodge. Inside there were several chairs and sofas in a semi-circle round the hearth. put my towel down on one (nudists consistently carry towels to sit down on), sat, and opened up my novel. People wandered in and out, and I spoke to quite a few them, including Ellen, the owner/manager who was still waiting for people to come and check in. She turned out to be very active in the national naturist organizations, and was also a political activist who’d done a lot to help the cause of nudism in different legal areas.
It was during this time that a van pulled up outside and in came a family. They consisted of Mother and Dad with three kids. There was a 13 or 14 year old girl, a boy of 11, and a younger girl who appeared to be about 8. Overhearing their conversation with Ellen, it was apparent that they were regular members, and had a long-lasting camper already set up. The kids were obviously restless following the vehicle ride, along with the parents looked like two people who’d worked all day before beginning on their weekend excursion, in other words; tired. It wasn’t terribly late yet, so the parents sat down on a sofa opposite me and started to relax. The kids, on the other hand were in no mood to sit. As kids generally do, they had their own program. “Mother, can we go to the frog pond?” After a moments thought she answered, “That Is good, but take your clothes off first.”
I was instantly struck by several notions.

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First of all was, “What a truly strange thing to hear a Mother say to her kids in a public place. The 2nd thing was, “That makes plenty of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the children got wet and boggy playing in the rain. They’d rinse right away. Here was a Mother who wouldn’t have a lot of laundry to do after the weekend. My third realization was a feeling of belonging. I was eventually in a world that made sense to me. I was one of a group who had managed to lay aside the artificial, and live in ways which was comfortable and natural.

My lovely wife and I are both 39 with 17yo lad and 16yo girl. We’re interested in joining a local nudist resort but are somewhat concerned about their ages and ideas.

I frequented nude beaches, bare bun fun runs, clothing optional hot springs and swims on my own from 18-22, when I met my soon to be wife. She was raised quite conservatively. At 24 I talked her going to a couple spots, and she was surprised to like it. At 23 we had our boy and we both got too busy to really go. At 31 9/11 happened and we decided to appreciate life. We went to hot springs on own and enjoyed it nevertheless. So we’ve taken the children twice a summer since that time. At their ages they jet followed parents. But where we go is quiet, it has frequently been merely family for some of the time. When others are there, everything has gone smoothly. Children love it and dont even think of it as odd, they’re below the water much of tye time. This summer they’ll be elderly – 17 boy and 16 girl. By
only do we plan to go to hot springs this summer, wife and I are speaking about jointing a club just she and I go to once a year together. She is stressed our lad will feel strange and get erections. I told her that nudists don’t get erections because naturism isn’t about sex. I’ve never seen an erection at a nudist place. Of course I actually don’t go frequently. I have been doing some research, not much, and have read that erections do in fAct occur rather regularly. would like to understand if this is actually true. Young boys? Adolescents? Guys? I can in understand in teens but I never even got close to one so I ‘m surprised even disappinted. I enjoyed how innocent the spots appear. Again I told the wife that they really don’t occur and she’s no reason to believe I am erroneous since she never saw one while there. By the way I’m stressed that our lad might be susseptable to erections sine last summer he got one at the hot springs for the very first time. He wispered it to me when I requested him to help me start lunch , therefore I let him stay in water until it went away. I never told my wife. I only figured it may have become the warm water creating the erection as that has happened to me, but at my age, I can control it better. It might have instead been the mature adolescents in the following pool over.

So I suppose what I am inquiring long windedly is what are the chances a 17yo will get an erection in public? A 39yo? What’s the best way to request them to join mom and father in this lifestyle, or do we only drag them there whether they enjoy it entirely or not and say it’s an adult conclusion, children do not vote? Can it be harder on tye girl in relation to the boy? Thanks! Any suggestions are apreciated!