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My first-time bare experience was when I had turned 23 and only moved to Monterey, CA for a new occupation. I was exploring the area prior to starting my job in a couple weeks, along with the preceding Saturday had discovered a nude beach along the Big Sur Coast and chose to go there the next week.

I arrived quite early in the morning, made the half mile trek to the nude section and found a superb area about 20 yards down the beach from an older couple and also a young gentleman who were already down there. I was REALLY nervous and decided I’d take it step by step. In the interim,, more people started to populate the shore and soon there was a gentleman about my age just fifteen feet away from me laying out naked reading a novel.

Time passed and one hour in the shore and I still could not get up the nerve. Finally the guy near me looks over at me, nods “hello” then asks me if I would enjoy a cold beer. I accepted, and to my surprise he got up and hauled his towel and all his property right next to me, reached in his cooler, snatched a couple beers then introduced himself and given me a beer. One of the first things he said was “This is your very first time at a nude beach, isn’t it?”

So, QUITE furtively off came my boxers but my shirt stayed on. He laughed and said “Now that was not so bad, was it?” I laughed and we continued to talk. Eventually, I became more relaxed, stood up and took off my shirt then placed back down, this time putting my legs out and leaning back, propped up on my elbows. Well, “it” occurred almost instantly and I quickly rolled over on my stomach, just to hear a little laugh and “Don’t stress- happened to me my first time also” from my new-found friend.

Within a couple hours I was totally comfortable and was tossing around a frisbee, walking up and down the beach, and even got invited into a game of Scrabble by a nearby couple. I ‘d be there every weekend!

-Mark P
Grand Haven, Michigan
A LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE

My wife of 29 years died of cancer. She was raised strict Southern Baptist, so occasionally being nude at home was O.K., but she would have never considered social nudity.

A year after she died, I tried various things to get back into the social scene. Singles clubs were uncomfortable, so I started taking short weekend trips to get out of the home.

One of these excursions found me near Panama City, Florida, about four hours from home. I’d seen the Baybares website, so out of interest I called and inquired if a single man would be admitted. When the pleasant sounding woman on the telephone welcomed me, I asked directions. The nerves grew as I discovered and moved along the sandy drive to the club. I nearly turned around three times, however there clearly was no place to turn without becoming stuck in the sand. Afterward I came to the cable on the other side of the road that indicated the clubhouse entry where I was met by a cordial guy wearing a towel around his waist. He let me in, showed me where to park and requested me to sign in at the clubhouse.

The nervousness escalated exponentially as I parked and started the walk to the clubhouse. There, by the pool proved to be a wonderful girl sunning fully bare. She flashed me a wonderful smile, introduced herself as Gloria and began to chat with me. I couldn’t believe how relaxed she was, even though she was entirely nude. Then I continued to sign in, pay my reasons fees, and be given a brief synopsis of the rules and etiquette of the club.

I returned to my car to undress. After taking a tremendous breath, I took off the last of my clothing. They treated me like a long lost cousin who’d returned home.

It was a amazing weekend, plus it provided just the familiarity with friendly people which I desired so urgently at that time of my own life. Gloria will never know what a wonderful gift her smile and friendly conversation was to a solitary stranger. It gave me the courage to go back to my car, undress, and begin the next chapter of my own life as a nudist among a number of the friendliest, most welcoming men and women on the planet.

I remarried a year later and my new wife came to understand how important societal nudity was to me. After a year of marriage she graciously chose to participate too. She enjoys our trips to Cypress Cove when we can get away a couple of times every year.

My only sorrow is that I waited so long to discover the wonderful experience of social nudism and how friendly people are at nudist clubs.

-Joe B.
Lower, Alabama
Nude at the seashore

On Saturday, July 16th, I went to my first clothing-optional beach at Robert Moses State Park’s Lighthouse Beach. It was early and when I arrived, several people were already enjoying their nakedness. I looked around and slipped off my top & shorts and in an instant, standing naked and appreciating it. Nobody stared or gawked and for the next three hours I loved the liberty of no clothing. My only regret is that I was alone & had nobody to share my experience with. Maybe next time, I will have a guest join me

-Tony M
New York
The single thing that troubled me

My first nudist experience was when my wife and I went with friends to Cypress Cove in Florida. Having lived in Fla many years, I was use to tiny swim wear and http://videonudism.com/nudity . So the transition to no clothes and extreme sun was simple. That’s until I reached for my pocket knife in my pocket. I used to not have one! Pocket that’s. In the clothed world going without my knife I felt naked. Now without both my pockets and knife I was in a quandary. Fortunately, I had a small satchel in my vehicle in which I could carry my wallet, knife, and reading material.

Once I had overcome my lack of pockets, the friendliness, ease, freedom, and openness at the resort made the weekend very gratifying. We have been back several times and I’m looking forward to our next trip there next week.

-Bob B
Clearwater, Florida
Real Freedom

Our first encounter being socially bare was in 1998. We had as often as possible been http://nudist-video.net/naked-body-it-just-got-hotter-at-the-nude-beach.html at home for many years since the day we were wed but we had no idea what social nudism was about until we detected it online. Being born again believers in God, we still believed that nudism was a right, great, and wholesome lifestyle. After more on-line study we were convinced that authentic nudism wasn’t about sex and we scheduled a visit to Pine Tree Resort, in Crownsville, MD.

After driving through the gate one Saturday morning in June, the sight of so many naked people was at first surreal. We checked in at the office, and were presented to a nude host couple who’d give us a tour of the property. We undressed and toured the grounds. Individuals were swimming, playing tennis, grilling and just relaxing as at any given resort in a park-like setting.

It absolutely was our first time swimming nude, and we have never worn a swimsuit since that day. As the male half of the couple I can declare that there was no humiliation with an erection that I ‘d prior concerns about. You will always have a towel as a back-up just in case. We have not seen that become an issue for anyone. The toughest part of that first day nude was having to get dressed for the trip back home.

We now see White Tail Resort in Ivor, VA frequently, as it’s our favourite nudist resort.

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Our other favorite nudist resorts include Cedar Creek, Serendipity Park, Cypress Cove, and Lake Como. All these resorts are family oriented resorts and are listed on the AANR site. We know that we are safer at a nudist resort than at a hotel. The relaxation at a nudist resort is beyond any other we have ever experienced. The practice of social nudism really has been a lifesaver due to the strain alleviation we love while naked.

One day bare around other people enjoying life in this wholesome environment is just like a week in a lavish clothed resort. If you have not experienced social nudism then don’t deny yourself this experience. Nudism is a genuine retreat from the uptight and pretentious cloth society we live in. When we see folks of all ages playing sports, having a meal together or just unwinding nude among friends, our only regret is that we did not start this wonderful lifestyle earlier.

-Captain & Sweet
Virginia

Naturist facilities

At naturist organised events or venues clothing is normally discretionary, except by swimming pools or sunbathing lawns where entire nudity is anticipated, weather allowing. This rule is sometimes a source of controversy among some naturists. Staff at a naturist facility are generally required to be clothed due to health and safety regulations.[8]

Facilities for naturists are classified in various manners. A landed or members’ naturist club is one that owns its own facilities, while non-landed (or traveling) clubs meet at various locations, like private dwellings, swimming pools, hot springs, landed clubs and resorts, and leased facilities. Landed clubs can be run by members on democratic lines or by one or more owners who make the rules. In any case, they can determine membership standards and the duties of members. This usually includes sharing work required to preserve or develop the site.[15]
Families swimming nude at a hot spring in Taiwan

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Many clubs encourage regular social activities.[citation needed]

The international naturist organizations were predominantly composed of representatives of landed clubs.[1] Nudist colony isn’t any longer a favorite term, but it’s used by naturists as a term of derision for landed clubs that have rigid non-inclusive membership standards, and in meta data on naturist sites.

A vacation center is a facility that specializes in providing apartments, chalets and camping pitches for seeing holidaymakers. The centre is run commercially, and visitors are not members and have no say in the management. Most holiday facilities anticipate visitors to hold an INF card, that’s, be an associate of their national organization, but some have relaxed this constraint, relying on the carrying of a trade card. Holiday centres can be quite modest, just a few hectares or substantial occupying over 300 hectares.[f] In a big holiday center there will be swimming pools, sports pitches, an entertainment program, kids’ clubs, restaurants and supermarkets. Some holiday centers permit regular visitors to buy their own chalets, and generations of the same families will see each year.[5] Vacation centres are more kind of clothing than members-only clubs; absolute nudity is usually compulsory in the swimming pools and may be anticipated on the shores, while on the football pitches, or in the restaurants in the evening, it’s rare.[5]

A naturist resort is, to a European, an essentially urban development where naturism is the norm. Some residents use these resorts as a year-round dwelling.[citation needed]

In US use, a naturist resort can mean a vacation centre.[18]

Freikrperkultur (FKK) literally translated as ‘free body culture’ is the name for the general movement in Germany. The abbreviation is widely recognised throughout Europe and regularly discovered on everyday signs showing the direction to a distant naturist beach.
Nude beaches

In some European nations, such as Denmark,[19] all beaches are clothing optional, while in others like Germany there are naturist sunbathing areas in public parks, e.g., in Munich[20] and Berlin.[21] Beaches in some vacation destinations, such as Crete, are additionally clothing-optional, except some central urban beaches.[22] There are two centrally located clothes-optional beaches in Barcelona.[23]
Naturism and sports
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When I was sixteen one of my partners, Tony, suggested we go and have a look at the local nude beach. Not having seen http://shynudists.com before I quickly agreed and we set off.
I was not comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the shore and sit in the crowd.
Walking home Tony inquired, What do you really believe makes people want to go nude on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, however there must be something to it otherwise why would there be so many people on an out of the way shore. Nonetheless, in the rear of my head was a idea that maybe I’d like to attempt, but would I have the nerve.
The thought continued to grow and like most beginners I started sleeping naked when you can do so, and wondering round the house nude when the chance arose. This had me becoming more comfortable nude, but the thought had grown to a desire to try the nude beach.
So, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the beach ascertained that I ‘d be naked in the sun. I laid out my towel, took off my top and shorts, but couldn’t go any further. I CAn’t tell myself to take off my Speedos so I sat there hoping for inspiration.
Over an hour after I still hadn’t advanced, when three girls, just a couple of years older than me, laid out their towels next to me and moments later were naked.
Im sorry, I said.
There’s probably a 120 members on this beach, why would yours be particular. If you’re not going to be bare you probably shouldnt be here.
Her friends where nodding in approval, so I got up and went for a swim hopeful of finding guts to drop my swimmers. It didnt come I packed up my things and headed home.
After that afternoon my girlfriend, Anna, asked me where I had been during the day. I told her about where I ‘d been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the naked girls again?
No, I was trying to find out what it is like being nude on the beach?
What? Were you down there naked? she inquired.
No, I not could convince myself to drop my trousers.
Well, perhaps we can try again tomorrow, she said.
What???
Tomorrow morning you, and I, proceed to the seashore and try for an all over tan. Maybe if you have some support you may be a courageous boy.
So the following morning the two of us walked across the pathway to the shore, as with every measure the butterflies grew in my belly. We climbed down onto the beach and took up position close to the middle in the high tide mark.
The beach is small by any standards at about 40 metres long, and five metres of sand at high tide. With the 20 or so nude folks, it suddenly appeared very crowded.
Are you going to take those away? she said.
Im going wait awhile, Im a bit uncertain at this time.
OK, we can lie here and talk.
Anna then laid face down and we chatted about all the things adolescents wander around, discussing who of our friends were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our plans for the rest of the summer holidays.
Anna then requested me to undo the ties of her bikini top and also the conversation continued as it had before. Shortly after she lifted onto her elbows revealing the profile of a lightly tanned breast, although the tan lines of her bikini stood in contrast.
We continued talking and individuals continued to file on the beach, plus a real crowd was starting to form. There were also a substantial variety of yachts and motor boats taking up moorings in the bay. Some of these boats had just one guy on board, while others had entire families on board, including some with kids the same age as Anna and I. The common theme was that almost all on board were nude.
Anna proposed a swim and leapt to her feet leaving her bikini top lying on the towel. I must have revealed my surprise, as she grabbed my hand and said, Come on slow poke, get into the water.
Peter, have you discovered http://nudismsite.com ‘re the sole two people on the beach wearing costumes? she said.
Yes, but
Why dont we take them off in the water and swim around for some time and see how we feel?
Yes, but
There was no argument Anna had her bikini bottom off in a single movement and was then tugging at the side of my swimmers.
Its OK I can do this myself. So I did and for the first time, since I was two years of age, I was nude in public.
Visibility under water, without mask and snorkel, was sensible, however just really clear enough to see where rock and sand joined, we couldn’t see any detail such as fish and coral that will have been apparent with some gear.
While swimming, I had hung our swimmers around my neck, so they did not inadvertently evaporate, and we consistently stayed in at least waist depth water. Anna seemed completely at ease in the water, flitting her bottom each time she glided submerged. I was not that comfortable, but the veil of water provided some security. Finally we determined it was time to get out. I eased my swimmers back on to leave the water and Anna gave me a look of pained despair, but she put her undersides back on and we went and laid back on our towels.
I towelled off, and re laid my towel to lie in the sun. Anna simply dropped down on her towel, rung the water from her long blond hair, and laid back.
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I mean, topless in front of all these folks, I mumbled.
Yeah, why?
No, not at all. Merely asking, thats all.
Well relax a little, topless on a nude beach is no huge deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Not only yet.
Can you get my water bottle outside and hair brush out of my beach tote? she asked.
I needed to stand to get her stuff out and when I’d found the drink bottle, I turned to find Anna slipping from her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you really comfortable? I mean, naked in front of all these people, I said.
Yeah, why?
No, not at all. Merely asking, thats all.
Well relax a little, nude on a nude beach is no big deal.
I looked up, I looked down, I looked all around, and I was the sole person on the shore that wasn’t naked. What where my alternatives I given Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and instantly rolled onto my belly.
Anna giggled and I said Whats funny Im naked arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with this kind of white bum!
Then I noticed the place that had been covered by Annas bikini bottom was the same light tan as her breasts, and the penny finally dropped.
Yes, with Mum, Dad and my sister many times, but I wouldnt come here on my own.
So you’ve got an all over tan?
Yeh we tend to not worry much about clothes round the home or around the pool.
So your family would be nudists then?
Yes, they are and so are you now!
And I’ve been ever since.

It was a thoroughly researched and planned endeavour. I had been at the nude beach, and was ready for the nudist social landscape. Sure, we were bare at home quite often; but the prospect of interacting with nude strangers did not enthrall her. She’d even turned down a skinny dipping excursion using a friend; and it just would have been the three of us in her secluded pool. My goal became clear: to “sell” a completely stress-free clothes-optional experience to my wife.
So I called the local resort with special questions: how active was the resort during the springtime, how clothes-optional was it for first-time visitors. And I found out the resort was pretty “slow” on weekdays between March and May, and that first-timers were enabled to be clothing-optional.
We arrived on a weekday morning; I believe femdom beach was in May. We checked in to an extremely friendly manager. We returned to our auto; I promptly tossed off my clothing, my wife chosen for a buttoned summer dress. We walked around, exploring the grounds; there were maybe four or five members there, likely residents. We went for a short walk on one of the trails; and that’s when I suddenly realized that she had unbuttoned her dress. She had discovered the feeling of the cool morning wind! That was really the sole target I’d set that day; for her to at least find some value to resort nudism. And she had. But the real turning point was when we seen the hottub place; at that point she was sold: she wanted to get in the hottub. We got in, relaxed for a little while and chose to call it a day. But her perspective leaving the resort was notably distinct from our entry; whereas she was apprehensively clutching her dress out first few minutes there, she was now walking back to the auto with only her towel wrapped around her hips.
That was enough to make it a successful day, as she walked away with a positive outlook on resort nudism.

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

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

-Larry
Ohio
A Neglected Chance

It was 1947 or 48. My family drove over to the shore. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Father wanted to go to Sunshine Park but Mom desired to go to Atlantic City. Eventually, they decided to ask my sister and I where we needed to go. We both decided Atlantic City.

Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I afterwards located Sunshine and Wellness magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her job of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines fascinating. http://crazypublic.com liked the pictures!!

I discovered a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and started to buy them to read. At that time the law occasionally raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was released.

It was while I was in school which I visited my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become a part of a resort in California that I remembered May’s Landing from the time my sister and I made the decision to really go to Atlantic City instead. Perhaps my family would have become nudist. I afterwards became a nudist, but I’m the only nudist in the family.

Another storyline, when I ‘ve the time!

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

My first actual nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I wanted to go skinny-dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and required bathing suits.

As a youngster I had been told that one didn’t go around naked, and while it was okay to alter clothing in the existence of other men definitely it wasn’t done in front of females.

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

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

My tour finished at the lake and because my reason behind going there was so I really could swim bare I went into the water.

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

I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.

As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying area humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze along with the warm sunlight. That convinced me that this was how we were meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being nude. I finished the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.

Little did I know at that time how much I ‘d enjoy the relaxation of being naked. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I’ve been on numerous nude cruises and now live in a clothing optional community where I can be naked all the time except when it is too cold or I’m going into town.

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

-George W.
First Nudist Experience

After moving to Florida the previous year I began searching the Internet for nudist areas and found there were several about 70 miles away. I liked to attempt it and and did not understand if I ‘d the nerve. I went down to Paradise Lake Resort and after checking in and having a brief tour I quickly continued to undress in the parking lot and head around to the pool place. It wasn’t long before all my fears were gone. It felt so good to go into the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.

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

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

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

I eventually modeled for the normal figure drawing course during the spring semester. The figure drawing class was little, just five pupils, and I got quite comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the term, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing course. I concurred, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything away and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it absolutely was over, I did not want to get dressed. Virtually everyone was quite friendly, and I wondered if the nudity was what made people open up.

I went home that summer, and by then, I’d learned to look in the classified ads of papers for all sorts of stuff. I found an advertisement for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I had to go and experience this. I went on a Tuesday in late May. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a nude woman on her knees on the earth, working in a flower garden. I went back to the car and stripped down.

The camp wasn’t so packed, but I appreciated the pool and hot tub. A couple of teenagers arrived in the day, home from school. I wasn’t even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them vanished, but two girls returned, naked, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be nude and free around others, especially individuals of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or anxiety.

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

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

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas

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

My first courageous action was to strip off on a shore. There are not any nude beaches close to me but I discovered a little cove where folks rarely go and attempted stripping off there. It turned out to be a wonderful feeling, but I was constantly worried about being caught. Although a little after I did meet another people who went naked there.

The following courageous thing I did was to shoot http://crazypublic.com of myself and reveal a few pals. Not in a sleazy way mind you, I only needed to learn if I appeared alright in the nude. I was once offered a job modelling for an art group but I didn’t too that. The idea of being nude in a room full of people was too nerve racking.

After wanting to for a long time, I finally found the guts to visit a real nude beach. But my nerves went away after seeing every one of the folks there being bare and thinking nothing of it. I was still clothed when I walked onto the shore and thought to find a place before undressing. as soon as I found a spot to lay my towel, I took the rest of my clothing away and I was surprised how fast I got used to it. In fact, I felt far more comfortable being nude there that I ‘d feel merely taking my top off on a standard seashore.

I think the most recent courageous thing I did was to upload my naked avatar here. As mentioned, I’ve shown photos to a few pals, but this is the very first time I have posted one for all the world to see. I do not believe I Will leave it up quite long so enjoy (if that is the word) it while you can. I do not think I’ll be using the photo albums feature however – I am not that courageous.

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 http://picsnudists.com 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 http://videonudism.com/teen/nude-at-the-beach.php 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.

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.

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 ?

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.

-Larry
Ohio
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!

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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