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I started enjoying nudism by sleeping in the nude. After I started to do my work around the house naked. My wife was surprised when I came downstairs naked one day and I could tell her hesitation.

As it was mid-evening there were very few folks at the beech so it managed to find a secluded place. I walked into the lake and when chest deep took off my swimsuit. It felt amazing. Before I walked out of the water, so as to not offend anyone, I put the suit back on. I’ll never forget the sensation of the first time nude in Lake Michigan. I removed my swimsuit and was bare outside, other than my backyard, for the first time.

I recall thinking to myself that I’m a “nudist.” Being at a club, it doesn’t matter if someone is naked or not. YOU may be nude and appreciate. I just wish I’d have started this before.

-JLR Michigan After discussing a visit to Gunnison Beach here in NJ, my lovely wife and I chose to make the trip. I’m 40 and my wife is 41. We were both aware that it was ‘clothes optional’ and I understood that most people would be bare, but I believe my wife thought it’d be a 50-50 split (bare, partially nude). When we got there she was a bit overwhelmed. She did not take her suit away at all.

Nonetheless, after a while of sitting in our seats and seeing the scenery, I felt I really could take the following step. But she then said, “sure, do it.” A few seconds later, I stood up and took off my swim suit. Nothing happened.

No bolt of lightning. Everyone went about their company. I, however, loved this new feelingsitting in the sun, wind blowingit was incredibly refreshing and. I said, “why not.” So, at first she didn’t need to go, but after a second she said sure. That was rather intimidating.

I’m walking in my birthday suit through dozens of women and men. Anyway, the water was amazing.

Swimming sans clothing was a first for me alsoand it was another wonderful experience. I made the walk from our seats to the water 3 or 4 times, each time appreciating it more and more. I’d love to return and try it again.

My wife is now speaking about going back and removing her top. Hey, whatever makes her comfortable. We’ll see the way that it goes.

-Craig J New Jersey Our Bare Venture When I was a boy the words “naked” or “nude” weren’t part of my family’s vocabulary. The single nudity we understood started with your shower, and ended as soon as you could catch your towel. My brother and I never went shirtless or barefoot. We were never even allowed to wear sandals or flip flops. Being naked was never an option.

As always, life continues. Faculty, work, marriage, kids, divorce; all flew by in what seemed to be a brief span of time. With the beginning of the Internet I found out about this matter call “social nudism.” I was intrigued as well as the thought grew slowly that I’d like to engage in this naked experience. Still I lacked any social interaction with other nudists. Following the children moved out to begin their own families, we began to be much freer with our clothing at home and we talked often about nudity and whether it was right or wrong according to Biblical standards. As Christians we needed to do the right thing. Evaluation of the Scriptures led us to the conclusion that just being bare, and being nude with others was not in conflict with our Bible.

We began to be naked at home increasingly more. We still had not been able to go anyplace that let nudity.

Finally we had our opportunity one winter when we were on a Caribbean cruise. The ship docked in Jamaica. I had already found out that we could get day passes at a resort that had an Au Natural island. They needed to show us round the resort but astonishingly my wife would not have anything to do with such a tour. She needed to get out to the island when possible. I couldn’t agree more. As soon as we arrived, we found two lounge chairs in a bright location.

We had our clothes off in the blink of an eye. Like many others have said, it was so good to be naked. We talked to a number of the other guests and we loved our time there so much we really hated to leave. Being nude on the isle was so natural and easy. We were hooked! This summer we’ve traveled to three nudist clubs/resorts.

We had so much fun. My wife and I agreed that we should have done this earlier! -John Y HOOPESTON, Illinois My lovely wife and I frequently vacation in Michigan. We are household nudists for the past six months. By this I mean that we were staying nude sometimes after a shower and then we began being naked before bedtime. We drink coffee and eat lunch naked. My wife was unwilling but she agreed that was no damage since we have been married more than 35 years.

This summer we went north and found a isolated alone shore in northern Michigan. We walked for miles to discover a peaceful area to read and sunbathe. Most beaches in Michigan are full of noisy children and furious parents.

We simply wanted seclusion to locate some peace and relish the sun. However, I went swimming after an hour of sunshine and my swimsuit got too wet to lay down on my towel so I took it off. My wife, who is awfully self-conscious and incredibly spiritual was distressed that we might be arrested for my nakedness.

We are old-fashioned Republicans and we do not condone criminal acts. She was becoming hot and after much whining she also carried of her swimsuit and went for a dip at the lake.

I really don’t understand why being naked is a crime if you’ve a designated location where it could be legal to be without your clothes. Anyhow we’ll begin writing our representatives to alter the laws in the Michigan National Lakeshore so that folks do not have to feel like criminals if they violate no one. I do not understand why with the membership your organizations has, nobody has come up with a plan to legalize some regions of Michigan to be clothing optional. We must modify the perception that nakedness is a offense that should be penalized by the law. A lewd act should be penalized but a nude body isn’t a motive to be detained or punished. -bquintan Allow the Adventure Begin! I have consistently found it interesting how different people define their “first time” nudist encounter.

While the first social nudist encounter is a significant event, I really consider two “first times” when I think of my nudist life. First, is the conscious decision to adopt nudism as part of who I am as a person — to buck social standards, to accept something some others see as peculiar. From my first age, I’ve always loved being naked. Nevertheless, I was far from open about it, keeping it hidden, keeping it to myself, and like many others, only spending time nude when alone. Anxiety about ridicule, humiliation, and not being who others wanted me to be. Additionally, there was a particular level of self doubt that maybe my nudist hobby was “a bit peculiar.” Maybe it was only a stage. It was not until early adulthood that I eventually said, nope, this is not bizarre, it isn’t a period — it is pure, it’s wholesome, it’s authentic, it is interesting, and it’s lovely.

More to the point, it is part of me. I’m quite proud of that conclusion.

It’s an accomplishment every nudist or naturist shares. My first “social” experience was not at a club or a beach or anything like that. It was in my home. Скачать Бесплатно Без Ограничений Игру Как Достать Соседа Сладкая Месть more. It was the night I got up the nerve, turned to my wife and said, “I believe I’d like to be nude around the home sometimes.just because I enjoy it. Obviously, she knew I clearly appreciated being naked, but I had never sought out time to be nude only for the pure enjoyment of it. Obviously, she did not mind. I will never forget the exhilaration of walking into our living room, only minutes after, completely nude.

Since then, I’ve had many “naked experiences.” As much as I cherish each if them, they all go back to the day I first decided nudism was going to be a part of my own life and the nighttime I shared it with the love of my life. I’m a better person for it — happier, more understanding, more accepting. I am happy to say I have never looked back! -Drew Category. I used to go to a naturist resort each summer with my cousin and my aunt and uncle. My aunt used to shoot a few photographs each summer of the family and our friends.

Last year my cousin, who is 35 now, found an old picture that she’d never seen before. A picture of the two of us collectively, when I was 16 and she was 17. We’re modeling with one of my best friends from our trips to the resort, a boy named Stephen who was a year older than me. Jodi found this photo and thought it was such a fine image, we all looked happy, and at first she couldn’t figure out why she’d never seen with the other family photos.

Afterward she comprehended Apparently her mom didn’t need to include it with the other pictures because of that. But thought it was hilarious, and she couldn’t wait to show it to me. This young lad, his arms around two young girls, all of them naked, and he is got an erection and also a big old smile on his face. However, the point? It was totally innocent.

There was nothing lustful or inappropriate about it, and in the time we didn’t even see it, so he must have covered up or done something about it quite quickly. Tell your son that it’s no big deal unless he makes it a big deal. It is natural. It was my mom who talked me into following her to one of them when we were in France. But the story I’d like to share is about my other company, a hot Italian girl. But allow me to start from the beginning.

Everything began with a Facebook telling saying that I had a new friend request from a girl I couldnt recall. Skimming through her profile (the profile graphic featured to embracing girls, so I had hard time figuring out who was the one that needed to be friends with me), I shortly found that she was interested in women. I snorted with surprise, but then I found myself thinking that my thrills could only partly be accounted for by surprise I’m not just AC/DC, as they say, but I definitely had this streak in me – for one, it has ever become the beauty of a womans body that constantly excited me the most. I really could stare at pictures of naked females, but male nudity simply wouldnt get me away, if you know what I mean. Obviously, that the daring section of me nagged to affirm that request, which I did.

Clarissa turned out to be an extremely outgoing and friendly individual; I never found a couple of hours whiling away in an lively chat. I was both excited and intrigued and undoubtedly flattered – I would have not dared to approach another girl, but being liked by a nice man of a attested homosexuality got me higher than I thought it could. Omitting the elements Ill just mention that we became virtual friends quite easily, and we are friends till this very day. I found pretty fast that I was neither homosexual no bisexual, therefore it never operated between us on the more intimate level.

But we spent some good time while I was attempting to figure out whose side I was on, and we spent it by the beachfront in Croatia. I let myself just go with the stream when Clarissa invited me to join her during the past week of August.

We started off by skinny-dipping and sunbathing on the leased, but after a few days we found out that our camp was located within proximity of a valid nude beach. Here I should say that before didnt have sex with Clarissa; she had been courting me, yes, but wed never as much as kissed. However, as soon as we appeared on the nude beach together it was like a devils doing, Im telling you! I guess to me nudism has ever been associated with a urge to impress, to be a startler and also the talk of the town; but with practically everybody else naked around me on a nude beach it was sort of tough to impress the community with my nudity.

So I nearly intuitively changed to the plan B, which was bringing attention with my alleged bisexuality. I got all naughty and equivocal while helping Clarissa out of her shorts, I volunteered to take off her bikini bottom for her, I willingly and very enthusiastically rubbed the sunscreen into the soft skin on her back and all the way down!

My hands reached to her belly and then I touched her breasts after a moment of reluctance. My god, it was electric! And it definitely did what it was supposed to – everybody else on the beach was staring at us, both women and men! I assume this does not make me a dyke, but an exhibitionist – big time, you betcha!! I got off as hard as a girl can.

This did not pass undetected to Clarissa, and she played up my tune. It was like being exposed on a vast scene under the open sky. I felt the same as a movie star, seriously. And I am fairly happy about what happened after that day (and that night!). And now it gives me reasons to smile mysteriously every time they talk about lesbians – and I feel like the world revolves around me, once again!

While we were still attempting get into our underwear in would u consider???? The fucking went back ON!!!! And it was so bright you wouldnt even believe it was nighttime!!! It took us a split second to realize the lights came back on, when we did, we needed to pick up our clothing and scamper behind a huge tree for cover!!! The guys were briefly blinded by the flood of light so we imagine (hopefully) they didnt see anything.except for the flash of some naked ass as well as the panties left lying on the ground!!!lol and yes, those were mine (both the panties as well as the butt) They all just laughed and tried to make light of things while my sister rushed dressing up so she is able to pick my panties up from the ground and give it back to me However I doubt if they didnt talk about it when us girls are not there Category. At all times. I never considered going nude in private, much less in public.

Then one day I came home from work very tired. I simply needed to put on my nightie and get into bed. But it turned out to be a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first–that is obviously the one thing I consistently did nude, though I never gave that any thought. I came out of the shower and dried off. I wasn’t sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted.

I just fell on the bed, too exhausted to even notice that I hadn’t troubled to put anything on. When I woke up, I was a little surprised to realize that I ‘d not only had I slept bare the entire night, but it was the very best night’s sleep I ever had. The following night, I wasn’t so exhausted–but I couldn’t quit thinking about how good it felt to sleep naked. So I made a decision to attempt it on purpose this time. I got into bed naked, also it felt very great.

I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I didn’t want to get up and get dressed. But of course I had to. From that point, it was a relatively brief time till I was usually naked when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt a little bit guilty for awhile because it went against everything I were taught since childhood. However, the relaxation outweighed the remorse.

But, the thought of letting other women see me naked in public–much less guys! — never crossed my mind. Being a Californian, from the greater LA region, I’d heard of nude beaches.

But I had no desire to see one. Fully being a great Californian though, I did spend a lot of spare time on the seashore in the summer–always wearing a bathing suit, naturally. And one day, while I was shifting out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I began to consider how good it felt to take it away. And the more I thought about it, the more I began to contemplate the prospect of skinnydipping.

One very hot Sunday in August, I made a courageous decision: I was going to learn if I had the nerve to beat my straitlaced breeding. For almost 20 minutes, I sat in the car, trying to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I would see naked women and men.

I almost didn’t go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me. But as I started to turn the key to drive away, I couldn’t do it. I was discovered that I spent driving down there was not going to be wasted.

I’d come to see a nude beach, and I wasn’t going to leave without seeing it. Slowly, I began to walk down the trail to the seashore.

Actually that’s the sole method you can do it, but I was going slower than essential. Finally, I reached the base, and could barely believe what I was seeing. There were lots of men, many of them nude. There were girls in all stages of dress and undress. There were families with young kids.

I located an uncrowded area and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no notion what I was really going to do next. Part of me wanted to pull everything away and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt horrible for being in this type of place. I shut my eyes, and thought, and thought some more. The thought of taking off my clothes in front of guys–how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes away, and they’d no problem with letting men see them. The ocean seemed increasingly more inviting.

The guilt weighed on me. Even if I remained clothed, just being in this type of location and seeing such sights was erroneous. For nearly an hour, I was torn. I went back and forth–and eventually, the ocean won.

If it was a sin to be here anyway, it couldn’t be any worse of a sin to participate. If these people saw me naked, they wouldn’t be seeing anything they hadn’t seen before. Immediately, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything off, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away.

I felt excellent. I came out of the ocean, as well as the feeling of not wearing bathing suit felt terrific. From that minute on, I was a new individual.

I’m still a traditonal Jew. I eat only kosher food, and I actually don’t drive on the Sabbath. I still proceed to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Holidays. But I’m a Jewish nudist, and I really like it. San Francisco Nudity Ban – Did you know there is a U.S. City where you can legally walk around naked in public anytime you want?

It is called San Francisco. Of course, don’t imagine an American variant of Cap D’Agde, but there’s been a little known group of nudists that assemble in a section known as the Castro. They only hang out in the nude and occasionally model for photos with happy tourists. Apart from this little, regular nudie hang out, the nudity also plays a bigger part in events like the Pride Parade, Folsom Street Fair and Bay to Breakers race with large numbers of nude people. Despite a number of naysayers, the public nudity and naturists have become part of the city’s culture. Residents take pride in it as an only-in-San-Francisco thing.

But now, manager Scott Wiener has proposed a public nudity ban, which will outlaw nudity in city plazas, public transit and on the footpaths. Nonetheless it is going to remain lawful for festivals and parades.

Wiener is quoted as saying, “While most individuals in San Francisco, myself included, don’t have any issue with occasional public nudity, we have seen a shift in public attitude because of the over-the-top situation at Jane Warner Plaza and elsewhere in the Castro.” Translation: Not 10 of them all at once! Wiener has additionally mentioned criticisms of people saying there are strolling previous elementary schools and Girl Scout troops. And they have one of these, and probably will one day find all types.

So simply cover it up and pretend they do not exist. Besides, kids can just go on the web, browse some pornography and learn about anatomy from there. That’s worked extremely well for us so far, right? San Francisco Nudity Ban Fine I am being facetious. But interestingly, there’s another problem behind the ban that I Have just seen mentioned in specific posts and not others for some reason: cock rings.

It is not only the daily “adhoc nudist colony” that seems to bother Wiener and others, but the fact that some guys are wearing cock rings in public. While some say cock rings are sexual and inappropriate, others claim these fall into a “grey area.” Yes, they may be used for sexual purposes, but also can be worn only for ornamentation. Do not seek it in Google pictures, you might regret it.) Genital jewelry or piercings may also be a contentious issue in the naturist community. Some naturist clubs and naturist organizations forbid them.

Is that an ear piercing can be just like innocent as a genital piercing. Essentially supposing it’s not incredibly obscene or giving sexual pleasure, it is acceptable by us. It is part of our philosophy of recognition. Generally it is family-oriented clubs that forbid genital ornaments, due to the presence of kids. I believe it is easy enough to describe it to a curious youngster. For example, you are walking with a kid who points and says, “What’s that?” Parent: “It is jewelry.” Child: “Why do they have that?” Parent: “Because they think it is pretty.” The end.

Now, please take my poll! Take Our Poll And if you are in the region, maybe you need to join this rally on Saturday, October 20. This article about the San Francisco Nudity Ban and other Sex Positive And Body Image Blogs by Felicity Jones as published by – Young Naturists And Nudists America FKK Tags: activism, behaviour etiquette, california, clothing, culture, laws, politics, poll, san francisco, San Francisco nudity prohibition Type: Felicity’s Naturist Site, Naked News, Pinky Rants, Social Nudity Websites Category.

While sexually oriented nudity could still be shown in the pictures and TV wholesome, family oriented nudism being a faith couldn’t. These three things are essential to the development of family nudism. 1) More public properties ought to be set aside for clothes optional use 2) nudism should be taught in school as a perfectly acceptable alternative way of life and recreation and Social Studies courses should introduce pupils to the various states, mostly former Socialist Block states, who adopt nudity 3) nudity ought to be portrayed in the movies as well as on television as being perfectly normal and natural rather than being sexually billed and titillating. Actually started down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do remember that my parents view of it was not favorable. During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job.

Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my dad went to work regular. I started by being nude inside the house while they were gone to work. Usually I would only do things anyone might do but I ‘d do it bare.

One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside bare. At this point I should describe my area. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they built the area they didn’t include an street.

At there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story after), some trees, and also a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the rear. On either side of the back yard were other dwellings with only a wire fence dividing the lawns.

This meant our property was open to seeing by neighbors on both sides. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be observed. The front yard was average sized with a drive and no fencing or seclusion for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another area street. My first encounters going outside bare were in my backyard when my parents were gone. So I made the decision to find more ways to be bare outside more often. Which meant I needed to locate a means to be naked when my parents were home.

I made the decision to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I suppose that didn’t matter. It would have simply seemed to them like another one of those silly thoughts I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I guess had actually been a fairly good sized workshop long time past, was in pretty good shape structurally but it was a catastrophe indoors.

Decades of dirt and crap had piled up. Once it was clean (to utilize the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave added protection from the perspective of the neighbors. But none of this was enough for me. So I chose to push the envelope some more.

In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window bare at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the right or left side of the house using a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. The only threat was if my parents decided to check on me and noticed I was not in the room.

Slowly I began to walk further and further into the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or after there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. But this was not the biggest danger I took. At this time I also stopped using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door nude, in broad daylight, and around the home to the front gate.

But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence solely for the experience. Anything to improve the sense of being naked. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was risky as well. Now comes the extremely foolish element of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the garbage outside while bare. Perhaps I was nave and thought I could only get away with this since I looked to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk of getting caught.

Recall there was not an alley so rubbish pick up happened in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the road taking a bag of garbage. And would not you understand it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a moment. I turned and walked back in the home frightened I was going get in big trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the next day or two so I figured it was trendy. Boy was I wrong. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they frequently did when the weather was pleasant.

Nevertheless, as soon as I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned that the children had told their parents who had phoned the authorities. Nevertheless, once they spoke to the kids that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t discuss and the policemen agreed not to pursue it. Now don’t go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were quite old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism.

They just couldn’t comprehend why I would do something like this. So this ended my outdoor nudist teen experiences to say the least. Off and on through the years afterward I’d still sometimes be naked inside while home alone.

But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I didn’t go around the house bare. Afterward about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together.

By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body acceptance. While my wife became a household nudist I accepted societal naturism as really being a large part of my own life. Now whenever the temperature allows I am nude at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites in addition to participating here on Cat’s message board and others.

And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I am participating in societal nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no problem with my naturism. HI, my name is Jennifer and I’d like to tell you about how I discovered one of. This is the way I found that nude beaches are just unbelievably hot and that it’s the most ribbing experience that you could possibly have, if you’re a girl that’s. Everything started about three years back when two of my girlfriends and I took our first holiday together.

We were still in school and we chose to treat ourselves to something truly special, so we reserved a flight to the French Riviera, decided to spend some good times there until the money survives. One of my buddies, Beth, she even understood a little French, so we were okay.

Our resort was nearly on the shore and we spend a lot of the day on that shore for the first day or two. We were having the time of our own lives, sunbathing, having fun in the water and going out in the evenings. They were these insanely adorable local men, with perfect bodies, charming as hell and did I say they were cute? We were talking for hours on the shore and then we asked them if it is true that there are beaches for nudists in the region because we heard something about it in the first day or two. They said that it was true and that they occasionally go there.

And then, for some reason, god knows what it was, we asked them when they could take us. They told us that they’d meet us tomorrow on ‘our’ beach with their boat as you could not get there by land. Tomorrow, the three of us were waiting for the guys, all three still in our bikinis. We weren’t risking it or anything. They were also in shorts. We took a boat ride of perhaps 15 minutes.

As it turned out this nudist beach was just around the corner. We couldn’t believe our eyes how lovely it was. Only the prettiest small seashore you can envision.

As we were becoming nearer, I saw that everyone on the beach was completely nude. There were a few couples, a few families and so on.

When we got off the boat, the men stripped immediately like it was nothing. We could not believe it. It was like they did not mind at all that they were nude. And to tell you the truth, we did not at all.

This was enough to rank among our greatest days ever, cute French guys nude like the day they were born. We, however, weren’t that prepared to get naked at once. My buddies took of their tops and after a while, we said what the hell and took all of it away.

We could see that the men were trying really hard to remain cool, but you could feel that they got 10 times as interested. The funny thing is the fact that we kept on speaking as if everything was the same as it was on ‘our shore’, but you can feel the sex hanging in the air.

No one was talking about it and it made everything even hotter. I really could feel the blood inside me boiling and I knew that everyone felt the same manner. It was apparent that everyone needed the same thing, but we all agreed, without saying anything, to make sure it stays bottled inside. At a couple of moments, I felt like I was really going to have the greatest orgasm ever without any touches or anything. It was just incredible. As well as the feel of the sun as well as the water on my naked body When I think about it now I feel all funny, let alone then.

It was the sexiest day I have ever had, and there was no sex involved. Just being at the shore nude can do that. What do YOU believe defines a naturist or naturist? Do you consider yourself a naturist / and why or why not? Nudist Naturist and Posts about Naturism And Naturism By – Young Naturists And Young Naturists America FKK Tags: AANR, clubs and resorts, bare and naked parties, organizations, streaking, the naturist society (TNS) Type: Naturism and Naturism, Social Nudity Websites About the Author (Author Profile) Jordan Blum is a lifelong nudie and cofounder of Naturist Portal.’Dating Naked’ Episode 4 – Getting Nude and Male Naked Erections Dating Naked – Day 1 Chuck is a young entrepreneur from Miami, Florida and works in the ladies swim wear company. Camille is a young Vegas Nevada Bartender and cocktail waiter. As they first introduce themselves, Chuck looks eager to strip away everything in hopes of finding someone that will love him for who he is, whereas Camille looks a bit unsure.

As the two were sent to get nude for the initial time, we get to hear their thoughts by what they are about to do Get Nude! While getting naked, Chuck made an appealing observation and said he was nervous. For him, being nude meant that folks would be seeing you for you. I found this to be an appealing point.

What Chuck said is quite telling of many of the issues that we confront in society now, where folks are always using clothing as a casing. What I discovered to be the case generally in most situations is that the shell serves two primary functions. The first is the ability to conceal your true self and put forward the person you would like others to believe you happen to be.

The second is the fact that lots of people feel a false sense of being shielded As if your couple millimeters of material are enough to ward off any ill intentions by others. Camille was also nervous, but for other reasons. She made an interesting remark that for her, seeing Chuck naked for the first time was the most frightening aspect because she did not understand what to anticipate. She also worried about keeping steady eye contact and never staring at his penis.

This concern with being perceived as a voyeur or creep is a large worry lots of people have when trying social nudity for the very first time. Dating Naked: Chuck and Camille Meet Nude For The First Time. Pic: VH1 Both Chuck and Camille were obviously nervous and felt awkward seeing each other nude. Camille seemed more uneasy and was giggling like a school girl. It appeared to be uncomfortable for her only being nude in public for the very first time. In an obvious effort to abate Camille’s nervousness, Chuck lifted his hand in the air and invited Camille to take a peek as he spun around in a full 360 degree twist. Camille’s burst into an awkward giggle and managed to gather enough courage to just say, “quite pleasant.” Camille said that it was wracking being naked for the very first time, but the fact that Chuck felt comfortable made her feel more at ease.

This, also, is something we hear quite frequently. It appears like people are constantly search for outside signs that enable them to feel at ease. On their date, Chuck and Camille spent the day on a boat. They had a rope which they used to swing and dive into the water.

Camille had finally started to feel comfortable in her own skin and at some point, while skinny dipping, she yelled out – “This is amazing” an apparent signal that she started to relax and simply enjoy herself. As Chuck was becoming naked for his second date, he made a remark this time it was easier for him to get naked. That is also fairly common as practice makes perfect!

– she’s stripped off to swim when found unprepared on a really hot day – but has not every really felt comfortable with the thought. This year we took our holiday in France and went to the shore at Espiguette near Grau du Roi. We had been there on several preceding occasion. One section is naturist but the two years we went there we didn’t guess to that segment of the shore as my wife did not see it. Then there was the year we struck the Mistral – a powerful wind that got the better of my efforts to fasten our parasol. We found that there was a cafe with sunbeds and parasols at the start of the naturist section.

We installed ourselves and I went naked while my wife wore her bikini. When we swam she typically removed her top because she doesn’t like swimming with a halterneck. Her normal practice is to subsequently change into a dry bikini for sunbathing. This year we arrived at the shore after a 300 mile drive from our overnight hotel. We went right to the cafe and hired our sunbeds and then went in for a swim with my wife wearing both parts of her bikini in the event the water was cold.

From time to time she’d take off her top to sunbathe on her belly. We made a decision to go for a second swim. My wife took off the bikini top, hesitated, and then said “What the heck” and removed the bottom also and alked down to the water. From that point on she swam naked but sunbathed in her bikini. My wife swam nude but continued to wear a bikini for sunbathing. She does not enjoy rubbing suncream on her breasts and she’s really worried about them getting annoyed. On our journey she had purchased some factor 30 Roc suncream for her face in a pharamacy and she was given three small samples of their variable 60 product.

She determined that the next day it’d be easier to try that on her breast and go topless. Topless for sunbathing and walking; nude for swimming. After swimming she chose to remain naked as her skin was a little red where it was squeezed by the elastic of her bikini. To my surprise she even remained nude for an extended walk along. Nude all day but one bikini packed “in case”.

No bikini packaged. My wife declares that she is now a naturist but wouldn’t want to strip off in England because it is too chilly! She starts talking about next time we come here and not having to bring a bikini. Have posted about their wives being averse naturists. It’s merely a case of patience and supplying the correct surroundings. It’s just taken a little over thirty years of marriage My wife says this is the most relaxing vacation we have ever had.

A little over a week ago, I went into our YouTube station with strategies to upload a new mp4. But before I could do this, I was smacked with a warning. Our short naturist promo movie was reported by a user, reviewed by a YouTube admin (I imagine) and taken down for violating the Terms of Use. The transgressing video: YouTube has become so huge, they’ve basically lost control over their content. So what’s their alternative? To put it differently, users now have the power to determine what is and is not overly obscene for YouTube.

It doesn’t matter if the movie has been on the website for years and collected hundreds of thousands or even millions of views. It does not even matter if the report is reviewed by a YouTube admin, who presumably makes the final decision on leaving it up or removing it. Because, were it not for that one user who reported the movie, it’d still be sitting on YouTube getting more perspectives. All it takes is one piqued viewer and a couple of clicks, and the mp4 is gone. In a clip on the best way to censor flag content, YouTube actually describes how the users are now accountable for helping track content. Though they refer folks to their (vague and nearly worthless) community guidelines, in this avi they state, “That Is why we rely on our community of over 280 million people to help flag content they consider is unsuitable.

The YouTube flag is the most significant tool for telling us about content you believe shouldn’t appear on YouTube.” (They’ve a new, shorter version of this howto avi, but I find the old one is inadvertently more honest.) So YouTube is essentially like, “well our website is so vast, we are only going to hand off this monitoring responsibility thing to our 280 million users!” Really sneaky, YouTube! In the mind of the user, YouTube would now seem considerably less responsible for what seems on the website. So we are supposed to believe that 280 million people, and YouTube reviewers, are capable of equally applying some obscure community guidelines to report improper content. Or if not the guidelines, they could just report content depending on what they believe. Solid plan, right? What could possibly FAIL? What exactly happens if a clip was really unjustly removed?

In the case of our clip, I could not find any way to appeal it. It is like they just took that option away, and it was a done deal. So we are stuck with a 6-month strike, whether it was justified or not. A few months past, I’d created a parody “Facebook Look Back” avi to make a point about Facebook censorship. This is why it’s so funny they state “we encourage free speech” in the flagging video above. This censorship is absolutely idiotic.

I believed Facebook was the evil empire of Internet censorship, but Google (Google possesses YouTube) is worse. Why was our mp4 removed? I can just assume the violating part was the two bare female breasts.

“Most nudity just isn’t allowed, especially if it is in a sexual context. Ordinarily if your mp4 is meant to be sexually provocative, it is more unlikely to be acceptable for YouTube. You will find exceptions for some informative, documentary, scientific, and artistic content, but only if that is the one reason for the mp4 and it’s also not gratuitously graphic. For instance, a documentary on breast cancer would be appropriate, but posting clips out of context from the documentary mightn’t be.”. This policy is vague and inherently subjective.

There aren’t any concrete guidelines. Art is always subjective. What is nudity just? What qualifies?

YouTube did not consistently have the policies it’s now. At one time, nudity wasn’t even let on the site. But I am confident they recognized no nudity meant censoring numerous works of art.

So in 2010 they changed their policy to permitting nudity in the context of art. There’s only one problem. Who decides what’s art and what is not? Having no specific guidelines means every user is at the mercy of every other user and YouTube admin.

The censorship becomes completely haphazard and inconsistent. Uploading a avi with any sort of taboo content is like a gamble. Perhaps it will stay up, perhaps not. Possibly two years or five years will go by before it is taken down. Judging by the number of pornography on YouTube appropriate now, the system clearly isn’t working. There are loads of porn videos.

Precisely the same evolution has happened with Facebook, which now promises that content only comes with their attention when it’s reported by a user. Sometimes content is left alone, and sometimes it’s taken down.

It doesn’t matter whether a post or pic or video actually breaks the community standards or not. Facebook has repeatedly stated that breastfeeding pictures are allowed, and yet these kinds of photos always get removed. When they get called out for this in the media, their response is like, We’re sorry. This almost NEVER happens. There is just SO much content on our site, and it is so darn hard to manage!

If we fixed it, how would we find time to develop our complex promotion schemes and break users’ privacy without them knowing about it? I comprehend,. Technology is challenging. It is difficult for Google, also. But eventually, the time will come when people with more sway than us will make a move about this.

The current system is shit, and even Google understands that. My remedy for them is to give up striving censor the most inane content. It is a losing battle. The best thing to do is work on taking down illegal material and let everything else be.

We are still going to place videos on YouTube, but they’ll be in a style similar to my censored Facebook Look Back clip. One last note ’cause I know what some of you happen to be thinking – But YouTube is a free service. There are choices, and you do not have to use it.

It is not actually free. You pay with your eyeballs on the ads. And no doubt, provided that you are signed in, Google is monitoring your every move and figuring out how to monetize that information. Google isn’t your friend.

Google is a enormous conglomerate. Where would you take your investigations? Do you Bing that shit?

No, you Google it. Where does one go first to locate a mp4 clip?

Google might stink, but it rules the Internet. You are not going to get exactly the same results. YouTube Censorship Is Out of Control was released by – Young Naturists and Young Nudists America FKK Tags: breasts, censorship, sexuality Type: Felicity’s Nudist Blog, Nude Censorship and Censoring Of Online Nudity, Social Activism About the Writer (Author Profile) Author of Nudist Blog. Co founder of Nudist Portal. 3rd-generation nudie. 70% vegan, 30% vegetarian. After I’m not busy eating, I am writing about naturism, censorship, topfree equality, body image and other interesting subjects.

I like comments, so plz leave a comment when you’ve got something to say! Subscribe Category. I was at Cypress Cove about 6 years past, lounging in front of the Massage office by the main pool. It was later in, midweek, only about five or six folks around the pool. A part of the staff came through, naked as I recall, as were all of the patrons by the pool.

With him were what appeared to be four school aged pupils, all clothed. In listening to his conversation with them, it was evident that they were conducting research for a project or report, seemingly about nudism or nudist resorts. The staff associate promised us that we did not need to move, the pupils would have the ability to get the photos they wanted, and we’d certainly not be in the shot. There were two women and two men in the group. And it was to tell that the men were incredibly uncomfortable being there.

The girls appeared a little more self assured and didn’t appear as uncomfortable. They didn’t linger, but shot a few pictures of the sign behind us and then left. In this instance, the clothed folks were a bit out of forms round the nude people. Just a little interesting, an alternate angle on this matter. I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple.

Told them I had to get away for the weekend. I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the experience and the people I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I’d gone and she desired to go with me. We went the next weekend and spent two days there.

We were hooked and even though we could go to the opening Olympic ceremony free, we saw it on a TV in the motor home of a family who were teachers from California while relaxing at Hidden Valley nudist resort in Georgia. We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia.

My lovely wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter visits every year to live the nudist lifestyle. Hudson, Florida First Time June 1st, 2009. I presented myself and admitted that this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. I turned around and was pronounced a “cotton tail.” What a delightful and gracious introduction and welcome to the nudist community! -Donne Sierra Vista, Arizona My Biggest Rue Being nude has ever been quite natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be naked.

Nothing has changed 40 years later, it just feels “normal” to me. I did my assignments online and also read as much as I could around going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was and I was prepared to get nude. It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool naked. But as I got close my stomach was getting more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but only kept driving.

I truly wanted to feel the sun on my naked body and go swimming naked, after all it was a wonderful day. As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was really going to throw up and at that stage I really had to talk myself into going forward. After checking in and heading to my truck I really couldn’t believe it. I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was going to be one of them!

I stood by my truck appearing occupied for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and eventually I realized it was time to take ALL my clothing away and be free. I was becoming more confident with every step. I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it turned out to be a QUICK one.

I spent the remainder of the day in the pool floating about and LOVING every second of it. It was not my first time being nude in a pool but it was my first time being with other people naked and I am convinced it demonstrated that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I had understood some of the folks for a long time. The reason that this excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I actually don’t have the “standard” body. I’m a big guy, need to slim down and had worried I might be laughed at or people would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I realized that NOBODY cares!

Its not that they do not care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for such a long time to really go to a nudist resort because I didn’t have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet some of the greatest people I’ll ever meet in my entire life. When you’re naked with other people it’s as real as it gets and I have found that nudists are as fine as people come. So this is why I titled this “My Biggest Sorrow” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be nude with other like minded people.

If the idea has ever crossed your mind, just go get nude. Michigan Beach Day Since I was a teenager I had always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood where to find them. In the mid ’90s I ‘d access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a girl on the chat website who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state.

She told me about a site where I could visualize a guide book which describes the places of swimming holes and beaches. After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time after I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I located the shore I was looking for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the isle. I recall how natural everyone looked and how I was enthusiastic to join in the fun.

The blanket was barely on the earth when my clothes came off. I appreciated the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and being able to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got comfy also. Since then I’ve been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve despised wearing bathing suits ever since. Milford, Massachusetts My Nudist History The following is a history of my nudist experience with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option: “Nudist” A Brand New Word I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco and am currently a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could never have imagined I ‘d ever describe myself as a nudist.

I recall the very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under 10 years old and my buddy Randy told me, accurate or not, about a lady who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the point that I still recall where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown people would want to be bare, notably in a location called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in. First Time Naked Outside He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive bare. This was just boys testing and playing and we understood that we did not want to be found so there was an element of risk and fear of being discovered that overshadowed everything. Personal Nudity, My Own Skin Within a few years I found that easing my pajamas off after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt wonderful.

It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon began removing my clothes when my parents were outside so that I could walk round the house nude, dashing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt fantastic but by importance remained my mystery.

Soon, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window in the middle of the night and enjoy the nighttime air nude. We lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space behind the home. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly enjoyed rainy nighttime. The noise of the storm made me feel more secure about not being found going out the window and I loved the feeling of rain on my naked skin. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was particularly bold and did a huge loop walking with that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved streets (but where dwellings were not built right on the street) on the different side of the hill and back to my clothes that I had left behind.

I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I did not get found. -Tom San Francisco, California Category. I was not sure where I was designed to really go since there were no signs to indicate the direction to the shore but fortunate for me, there were some folks who were just getting out of their automobiles and I followed along until I find the course on where to go. When I saw the sign that says that you just might find nude sunbathers from this point, I knew I was in the correct area. I’ve been contemplating going to a nude beach for a lengthy time so I’ve been reading up on various newsgroups like this one that deals with social nudity and talking to people via e-mail who have experience in this region on what to do and not to do at a nudist setting.

I have that habit of studying anything when it is new to me. I was told by someone that since I was going as a single male, I should try to not divide myself from folks. It could make folks believe that I went there for the wrong reason. So I found an empty space that was surrounded by men and women on all sides so that I would be among other nudists. Once I was amongst everyone, I set down the towel that I had brought with me along with the other things that I’ve brought with me and began to get undressed. I believed I’d become far more self conscious of the fact that I was getting finished nude in front of complete strangers but I did not and get out of my clothing very fast.

No reluctance or wondering if this was an excellent idea or not. Once I was undressed, I headed towards the water in full view of everyone yet despite my nudity, I didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed about my state. I have no idea if this is typical of first time nudists but it appeared virtually no different then when I get undressed every morning to take a shower. This kind of surprised me since I believed I was really going to have a harder time getting undressed in front of people. I also had a fear of receiving an erection since this sometimes happens whether I need it or not but thank goodness that this never happened.

Once I was in the water, It was excellent in order to just speak to folks and get to understand them. I got to talk to quite a few people who were on vacation or were local individuals who came to Haulover Beach all of the time. They all looked so friendly and cheerful and didn’t seem to care that both themselves and myself were nude.

I really had an excellent time today and only wished it could have lasted longer. It started raining heavily and when lightening hit across the heavens, they closed the park and everyone was asked to leave. I really needed to stay longer since I was having so much fun as well as the feel of the water on my skin was excellent. Additionally, I despised the fact that needed to wear clothing that were soaked with water from the rain. None of my anxieties about what might happened ever came to pass and I’m so looking forward to the next time. I still favor if nudity is shared by all individuals present. I am more open minded, nevertheless, about textiles accompanying their nudist pal or S/O; if they’re cool with me, I am cool with them.

Both situations I presented, I also recognize, were a bit unique. In the first, we were a group of naked individuals who’d just spent the whole week end entirely bare; and here walks in a entirely dressed lady! Which sort of broke up the nude vibe we were all enjoying. The second situation was truly a “chickening out” situation.

My buddy, or so she said, thought to join me but completely froze up (self-consciousness kicked in). She’d no rational explanation for it; but I believe it’s to do with the entire “simpler to be naked among strangers than with a friend/relative” matter. Her daughter came in the image only a while later, asking why we weren’t nude; her mother explained that she’d chickened out. Which caused her to additionally chicken out as well as return with a bathing suit on! In those scenarios, it didn’t irritate me because those were individuals who typically went nude, just not in that special situation.

One was on a chilly morning at the resort; sarongs and T shirts everywhere except me. The way I looked at it: “I didn’t merely drive 90 miles to keep my clothes on! No way!” Another time, I was around at a buddy’s house and he invited me to make myself comfy. Why was that different from my second scenario?

My nudity didn’t affect him as it had my pal. No worries; no intrusion? When me and my then-boyfriend went to Spain for the first time in our own lives, we thought that we were going to have the very best time of our life. We were together for nearly eight years and it was designed to be our biggest romantic vacation ever. Nonetheless, things did not really turn out the way we expected. Let us simply say that the man in the photograph which you can see here is really not that boyfriend and you are going to start understanding what I’m talking about.

What happened is something that happens to so many couples when they go on holiday; when you are on vacation, little things and irks become larger and you start fighting over items that you have been de-emphasizing for a long time. We have not been on a vacation the previous year and there was some pressure to make this vacation the best ever. This was another issue. We told each other items that we have been keeping to ourselves for quite a while and I was just so angry that I left the hotel, took my things and merely walked out on him. It wasn’t one of these hissy fits. I was done and that was that.

I got a taxi and went there. It turned out to be this extremely little town with unbelievable appeal along with the most gorgeous beaches that I ‘d ever seen.

Also, one of the shores was a nudist beach. I went to the nudist beach and when I got there, I cannot actually say I was the most comfortable man on the planet. Sure, there were amazing young nude folks all around and it was only too alluring to believe. Yet, I felt that I may not be as prepared for this as I had thought. But still, I was adamant about my choice and I took off all my clothes.

It was beautiful. The very minute you find yourself in the open without any clothing with dozens of other nude people that do not know.

There’s something so sexy and so wonderful about this that it’s impossible to clarify. And then the sunbathing and swimming nude, all these are the best things I’ve ever done in my entire life.

The water feels so amazing on the nude skin and the sun feels even better. It warms the skin, and I mean all of the skin and it’s difficult not to get excited and horny. And then I met this man. He was right next to me and I really couldn’t help but find his incredible body. We got to talking and it turned out he was Spanish. His English was really not that amazing, but when you’re nude, you truly don’t desire discuss that much. We took this picture the exact same day and we spent the next few days together.

It absolutely was nothing serious or anything. And having interesting one lazy summer of 2012. It ended up being a vacation that was nothing like the one I’d planned and yet it was amazing. And if you ask me, it’s really all to the fact I found how great it’s to sunbathe in the nude and walk in front of strangers naked. Very few nudist experiances so mine would probarly be my first bare experiance, although more recently I met a women at a shore who told me her first nudest experiance she was 17 years old and holidaying with family in the united states, her parents had gone sight seeing for the day and she made a decision to have a look at some of the neighborhood shores. After heating on the island she began to make back toward the beach after reaching the shore she made the shocking discovery that while she had been sunbathing on the isle the tide had come in and all of her clothing running shoes and all had been required by the ocean. She was stranded no clothes no towel and what made matters worse was that she had walked to the shore so she had no automobile, there was only one thing to do she’d need to walk back through a active resedential estate in broad day stark naked, so she did it.

She told me that she should have seen over 60 folks over that to mile walk back to her flat an was the most exhilerating experiance of her life. Now thats intestines! Finish but several years back while seeing A nudist club in North Georgia which I was a member I ‘d stayed till the sun had gone down, I headed down the hill and was getting my clothing from the back of my van and ceased,I relized I still did’t want the day to end and threw my clothing back into the van and got behind the steering wheel nude and headed for the gate. I made it to the primary highway when I relized I was still naked and had sixty miles to go and had to pass through three towns and lots of red lights before I was dwelling.

Soon arrived in my drive where I departed my van retrived my fresh clothing and headed inside expecting not to shock the neighbors what a rush how alive I felt. I just done that once and I really don’t understand why I did’nt do it more often.maybe shortly! Being a real nudist weather at a nudist beach or club or even at home will keep you youthful and alive,it doesn’t matter weather you are young or old skinny or fat tall or short enjoy yourself be nude be naked be living. But at the same time it is really intriguing and slightly nasty. Obviously, we are youthful and nastiness is part of youthful ages of everyone. So let me tell you my story. Im sure you will like it!

It was winter and it was particularly chilly at that point. A lot of snow and cold weather have only raised the level of my spoiled disposition. Few weeks were left till the New Year however I was far from having a New Year mood. Huge quantity of final year exams and sessions in my university were just blowing my mind. I was feeling like leaving it all behind. And my best girlfriends Annie and Eve have proposed a good alternative to this irritating problem. They told me to wait till all examinations are going to be over and then I will get a really fascinating and good surprise for the New Year, but I couldnt imagine that it would be nudiest pics.

I felt very inspired and didnt find as all examinations have eventually passed and then the time for the surprise has come! I was expecting anything, but not this. Could you picture that? They have given me a flight ticket as a gift! I was on the seventh skies of happiness.

Of course I wasnt going to travel alone and Annie together with Eve has joined me. It was a trip to some exotic islands in Thailand. And quite shortly we were all sitting in the plane that was flying high in the sky over our homeland.

We all were so excited that didnt find as the time has passed and after some time we’ve eventually landed. Sharp change of climate was kind of surprising, but we have readily adapted to that hot and balmy climate and couldnt believe that it might be hot in winter.

But that was by far not the last of all of the surprises. The following thing that Ive seen after arriving to our resort was the nudist beach. I’ve never expected to see so many naked bodies around me. To be honest Ive seen some adult movies, but I could never consider to something such as that in reality!

Hundreds and even tens of thousands of bare bodies walking around methats what enactment of your dreams really means. But in order to be taken at this seashore I needed to take off my clothes, but I wasnt going to do that.

And then Eve caught me from behind while Annie began taking off white panties from my body. I havent noticed as my bra has felt down. I wanted to oppose them, but everything has occurred so rapidly that I didnt manage to stay on the safe side.

Nonetheless I couldnt even imagine that all this wild action was filmed by one of nudists. He has taken nudiest pics of me and when I was absolutely nude he came up to me and revealed all those nudiest pics. I was ashamed twice at exactly the same time! But that was not the ending of the storyline. But I was walking around and checking out body amenities of all those mighty studs and sexy ladies. Obviously, my focus was directed towards guys mainly.

I couldnt even imagine what’s going to happen next! All this time my girlfriends were holding another strategy for me. After some time they’ve proposed me to upload all those nudiest pics in my Facebook account! There isn’t any way I would do that! But they were insisting and told me that if I agree, then they’ll make another surprise to me! I wasnt thinking about that, but what the hell!

I was naked already! Besides that my body is nice, hot and springy. Dont consider me immodest. Im telling what I know. But we are young and we have to enjoy our life to the maximum! I concurred and then the time to get another surprise has come! So I closed my eyes and when I opened them, then I found out a good-looking guy with a brawny muscular body standing by me.

The fact he was naked only increased the total level of my delight! It was the most astounding surprise in my life. He was a fitness instructor at some local health club and he wanted to get acquainted with me since the first moment when we stepped on this particular nudist beach. We have easily found a common language and by the end of the day we were really close to every other. But it was for my braveness. I have done the most courageous thing bare and have uploaded my nudiest pics in my personal profile.

Additionally after that a lot of my buddies have checked my profile and I have gotten lots of positive remarks about my deed and they were admiring of my guts and also the attractiveness of my body as well. Besides that with the aid of my nudiest pics I’ve been able to discover plenty of admirers. So with the help of that nudist trip I’ve managed to change my life to a better side and I’ve given a guarantee that I’ll visit those exotic Thai isles again!

Now I got a girlfriend who joins me in promoting nudism along with the lifestyle. It appears some places like Boulder Colorado are going backwards instead of forward and this disturbs me as it may start a trend in other cities as these things normally do. I’m 300 miles away on the different side of the state, maybe thankfully, but I hope a movement will grow to reverse these laws and to educate people concerning the true nature of uncomplicated social nudism. We as a community need to encourage a better image of nudity along with the nudist lifestyle.

Only for instance, here’s what we’re doing. I started a nudist group here in Colorado called the Grand Junction Naturists,(www.gjnaturists.com) and we do things like we hosted a World Naked Gardening Day at our house this year and we encouraged the media to cover the event if they consented to present it in a positive light. We made the front page of the local paper and were on TV 4 times and all of it was really favorable. Our website has an adequate amount of informative material on it already and plan to add more including a printable version for them to share it together with others in a printed form. This year my GF and I decided we no longer cared who knows we are nudists, including her company and fellow co-workers, as well as family, and guess what? We’ve had practically no negative reactions. Some were a little shocked and said they could never do that, but most were curious about why we do it which opens up to the door for us to be ambassadors for the lifestyle and to make an effort to encourage them to get over their negative body issues.

And it’s working, slowly, at a time, but we are having an effect. Here’s some examples. One friend of ours is very heavy set and was very self conscious of her body and said she could never go naked around others. Well over the course of maybe 8 months I gave her reasons why she should not be embarrassed about her body and only slowly let her know about the nudist worth and way of life. Since then she is far more comfy being naked around others and in talking about it. You may be momentarily embarrassed at first – this is standard – but as you spend more time bare, you’ll realize that if everybody is naked, no one has cause for nudity-related humiliation. As for the chance that you’ll run into someone you know – Well, should you enjoy them, you’ve got something new in common to talk about?

Furthermore, what’s there to be embarrassed about? To some extent voyeurism is widespread; various forms of sexual display are a regular element of sexual interest and mating behaviour in most creatures, including individuals, but voyeurism is considered a deviant behaviour when observation ceases to be merely one factor in sexual interest and becomes the sole or primary source of gratification. The risk of being found is an additional component in the excitement of the voyeur. The following was composed by a youthful member of of Canadian Naturists. It’s used with their permission.

15 Top Reasons to Be Nude 1. It’s entertaining! Obviously, it’s not for everyone, but then, neither is Madonna nor the Red Hot Chili Peppers, NBA basketball nor Batman. But after most young couples and boyfriends/girlfriends attempt it, they come back. Since it is entertaining. You probably know those that have vacationed at nude beaches, who skinnydip in their own backyard pool or who lounge around the house nude.

It’s healthy! Besides enhanced self-esteem, the sun relieves anxiety, provides you with Vitamin D, a tan with SPF 4 protection and helps clear acne.

Naturists do not overdo their time in the sunlight; they tan safely with a sunblock. Five Measure Nudity In the event you have just been waiting for encouragement to get naked from a mainstream source, especially if you are female, now you’ve it. Expose yourself.

Get comfortable being nude alone. Get acquainted with your body. Pay attention to your body’s sensory signs, especially when unclothed. Look at yourself. In normally okay circumstances, such as a locker room.

Grad to social nudity. The feature, obviously, is about body acceptance.

The message was repeated frequently enough, that people (girls especially) are needlessly miserable due to anxieties their bodies are somehow not “appropriate”. But this time the way to beat the problem is stated quite clearly. Our first ‘planned’ nude outing with friends occurred this weekend.

Earlier in the week a cookout at our house had turned into an impromptu nude swim session in our pool. We found while not ‘social nudists’ per se that we all spent plenty of time that manner around home. It was late spring in 2001 and I chose to research the hills over the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated only a month or two before from its 30-year home in after the daughters of its own late creator, Ed Lange, decided to sell. The Malibu property was next to what hikers understand as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The popular trail supplies hikers and nature lovers a magnificent strategy to enjoy the area’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This particular day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to really go hiking, or so I thought.

Usually I would wear tennis shoes and a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and a towel (just in case I ran into someone). Today, yet, I needed to be daring. I wanted to trek without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely nude! As I ‘d done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I developed on my hike, I started to notice the fog rolling in from the coast. It was not long before I made a decision to turn around and head back. Maybe half an hour or so after, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I ‘d was no more than ten feet.

After another hour or so, I recognized I had been walking around in circles. I did not understand which way was West (the ocean) and I could not find the Elysium Property.

I also started to stress as the temperature often drops dramatically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu. Imagine if I cant find my way back during day?

I continued on the trail, now going in a way I simply knew was erroneous. Subsequently a house appeared out of the fog. I considered to myself, I have two selections. If I go down the hill to the home, the folks there may telephone the police. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze. I made the decision to go down the hill toward the home.

As I continued down the hill, I saw a guy and a girl. I stopped and I shouted you-who! I went on to say I’m not crazy.

My buddies allow me to trek naked on their property. Then I grinned. The woman said that she would get me a towel and walked to the house.

The man simply looked up at me and did not say a thing. When the girl came back with a towel and a t-shirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the girl as I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the t-shirt. Then I inquired which way was the road.

The girl pointed and said, Its that way. I have often wondered what went through the head of that woman. I assume she could have just as easily called the authorities as help me.

On the flip side, dwelling up in a remote section of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she’s seen lots of odd things and met lots of interesting folks who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. On the flip side, perhaps she didn’t think it was uncommon whatsoever. Ill never know. If you ever see yourself naked and lost in the mountains, just stay calm, and remember, sometimes a large smile will cover a lot! And many late nights, following the remaining part of the family had gone to bed, I would gently ease ito the pool for a skinny dip. It was a marvelous natural high.

Interestingly enough, I decided to attend college at UC San Diego. So, I knew right then and there where I ‘d be taking the majority of my study breaks. I have to say, though, that I experienced what I’d expect is a standard degree of trepidation when faced with a first-time nude beach encounter. I recall visiting the beach a couple of, and remaining clothed, attempting to determine whether I was “safe”. Eventually, the lure of what I had in the rear of my head always desired to experience won out, and one day I took my new boogie-board down to shore, and without reluctance discarded my swimsuit.

I raced down to the water, still a little nervous, attempting not to make eye contact with the few people that were nearby. I plunged in the waves, and immediately realized I was having the time of my own life. I worn out after some time, and chose to head back up to the shore. Feeling more relaxed and assured now, I looked around at some of the others present.

After a minute or two of nervousness, I immediately decided that this was fundamentally a public place, and going naked was my choice, and that I couldn’t actually stop anyone who wanted to look at me from looking. I was pleased when it turned out that my fellow naked folks acted exactly as I had figured they would. And my attitude toward the nude experience is pretty much the same today — taking off my clothing is a choice I make, but I can not control what you do. In the event you would like to look, go ahead and look, but I trust that you won’t harass or otherwise act distastefully. To this very day, my recollections of my many, many nude excursions to that beach are a few of my greatest memories. Lately, I Have been landlocked, so to speak, near Sacramento, but it is always been in the back of my mind to return to Black’s.

I’d also like to check out San Onofre. Which was fairly protected) and just lie in the hammock. That likely began when I was 11 or so. First in public was two years back in Croatia, Istria, with my family. My parents have always been naturists (as far as I know), but I never had the guts (like if they had friends over for the hot tub or whatever, I Had simply stay inside and play video games.) But like lots of other people have said, once you are in a real naturist spot, and also the women are looking at you like you’re a freak because you’ve your suit on, it gets simpler. After around three hours or so I completely forgot I was bare and nearly forgot to dress before I crossed the gate back to the clothed side of the campground. I love the feeling and despite being a teen boy who LOVES girls, its never been sexual.

Which surprised me, cause the whole day when my parents told us we’d be “going through the gate” if we needed I was like “bring it on” but then when we got there I was like, ok we are in this together and if I get lucky she will come to the campfire tonight lol and frankly, frankly didn’t really think about the fact we were both naked. Lol ) I am aware I am babbling but I only would love for Americans to get past this mad hangup and learn to enjoy nature and the feeling of being free. I know for a fact that three girls in my class in school study naked (truth in truth or challenge) but two of them think a nude beach is. And there are guys on my soccer team who’ve never showered in a gym lockerroom because they’re overly timid.

Dudes, get a life. People will make fun of you because of how you act, not how look bare. But at the same time it is really intriguing and just a little bit nasty. Naturally, we’re youthful and nastiness is a part of young ages of everyone. So let me tell you my story.

Im sure you will like it! It was winter and it was particularly cold at that time. Lots of snow and cold weather have only increased the level of my spoiled disposition. Few weeks were left till the New Year however I was far from having a New Year disposition.

Enormous quantity of final year exams and sessions in my university were just blowing my mind. I was feeling like leaving it all behind. And my best girlfriends Annie and Eve have proposed a good alternative to this irritating problem. They told me to wait till all examinations will be over and then I’ll get a really interesting and great surprise for the New Year, but I couldnt imagine that it’d be nudiest pics. I felt really inspired and didnt discover as all exams have eventually passed and then the time for the surprise has come! I was anticipating anything, but not this. Could you picture that?

They’ve given me a flight ticket as a gift! I was on the seventh sky of well-being. Of course I wasnt going to travel alone and Annie jointly with Eve has joined me. It ended up being a trip to some exotic islands in Thailand.

And very shortly we were all sitting in the plane that was flying high in the sky over our birthplace. We all were so excited that didnt detect as the time has passed and after some time we have eventually landed.

Sudden change of climate was kind of surprising, but we have readily accommodated to that hot and balmy climate and couldnt believe that it may be hot in winter. But that was by far not the last of all of the surprises. The next thing that Ive seen after arriving to our hotel was the nudist beach. I wanted to shoot some nudiest pics, but Annie and Eve actually caught me and after a couple of seconds I’ve stepped on the hot sand of the first nudist beach in my life! I have never anticipated to see so many naked bodies around me. To be honest Ive seen some adult movies, but I could never consider to something like that in reality!

Hundreds and even thousands of naked bodies walking around what enactment of your dreams really means. However, in order to be taken at this seashore I needed to remove my clothing, but I wasnt going to do that. And then Eve grabbed me from behind while Annie began taking off white panties from my body.

I havent seen as my bra has felt down. I needed to oppose them, but everything has occurred so fast that I didnt manage to stay on the safe side. Nevertheless I couldnt even imagine that all this wild action was filmed by one of nudists. He’s shot nudiest pics of me and when I was completely naked he came up to me and showed all those nudiest pics. I was humiliated twice at exactly the same time! Could you believe in that? But that wasn’t the ending of the storyline.

But meanwhile I was feeling already good, because no one was staring at me and everybody was acting as if it’s standard. But I was walking around and checking out body amenities of and sexy ladies. Obviously, my attention was aimed towards guys mainly. I couldnt even imagine what is going to happen next! All this time my girlfriends were holding another strategy for me. After some time they have proposed me to upload all those nudiest pics in my Facebook accounts! There is no way I would do that!

But they were insisting and told me that if I agree, then they are going to make another surprise to me! I wasnt thinking about that, but what the hell! I was naked already! Moreover that my body is fine, alluring and elastic. Dont consider me immodest. Im telling what I know. But we’re young and we have to enjoy our life to the max!

I agreed and then the time to get another surprise has come! So I closed my eyes and when I opened them, then I found out a good-looking guy with a brawny ripped body standing by me. The very fact that he was naked only raised the overall level of my delight! It was the most astounding surprise in my life.

He was a fitness educator at some local health club and he needed to get acquainted with me since the first moment when we stepped on this nudist beach. We’ve easily found a standard language and by the end of the day we were very close to every other. Well, I will not tell you all the details of that night, but you know what I mean. But it was an unforgettable benefit for my braveness. I’ve done the most courageous thing naked and have uploaded my nudiest pics in my personal profile. And to be honest I wasnt ashamed of that at all! Moreover after that a great deal of my buddies have checked my profile and I have received lots of positive comments about my deed and they were admiring of my guts and also the attractiveness of my body as well.

Besides that with the aid of my nudiest pics I’ve managed to find plenty of admirers. So with the aid of that nudist trip I’ve managed to change my life to a better side and I’ve given a guarantee that I’ll visit those exotic Thai islands again!

I did not see anyone around and I knew that nudism was taken so I fully disrobed and put fully exposed in the sunshine. I saw approaching and immediately covered up – being nude outside was completely natural, being naked in front of others wasn’t. She grinned as she walked by and I just blushed – I was so prudish about public nudity that even seeing others in a state of undress made me uneasy. When she was out of site, I once again uncovered and determined I wanted to go for a swim. I have been an enthusiastic swimmer, a life gaurd in fact, so I decided to swim further down the coast and come back. Swimming nude was quite liberating! I did that and went past most of the busy parts of the shore.

After a while the current was too strong to turn back and I realized I ‘d only one option, to walk back on the beach. I must say that was clearly one of the very uncomfortable moments of my entire life. I walked out of the water, covering my genitals with my hands. As I came to prop up, I found that everyone was naked and seemed so natural.

I still covered up, but was becoming slightly more comfortable with myself. Although I was quite athletic and fit, I had always been sensitive concerning the size of my dick and all my pubic hair but when I saw folks of all shapes, sizes and ages I recognized that I was fine however I was. I let go, literally, and was free. It was quite a walk back. Being nude where everyone was naked was natural but I shortly I had a new challenge. Although nudity was taken everyone on the beach, the most popular section was where virtually everyone wore bathing suits- toplessness was common but I saw only one fully nude person. Aside from this, it was very packed.

I had no choice but to keep on going and I continued walking naked. Folks looked at me – I was likely the only nude person they had seen for a while – but I kept on going.

It’s ackward being nude in front of others when they are not but I learned to deal with it. When I finally reached my clothing, I was a nudist for life. As soon as I went back to my apartment with my buddies, male and female, I told them about my encounter. I told them overly how great it felt and asked if they minded if I went bare in our apartment, they did not. Since then spend as much of my time nude as feasible don’t care whose looking. I found that our local art facility offered a non-instructed life drawing class in which artists could show up with their preferred sketching media, pay a fee, and be given a naked model for three hours. I wondered what it would be like to be that version, so I rode my bike down there to use.

They hired me on the spot and asked me to cover the class for the subsequent Saturday. It is typical of me to leap before I look, and so on the way home I started to realize that I had no idea what an artwork model does, since I ‘d never been to this kind of class.

Im not just a graceful girl. I never took ballet or gymnastics in school. I ride horses and go camping and backpacking. So when I got home I made some phone calls and located a college art instructor who gave me some suggestions over the phone.

That Saturday I showed up to see about 15 adults milling about drinking Starbucks. Following the initial introductions, I stepped up on the little period and disrobed to started my first ever poses.

The amusing thing is that I was incredibly nervous all morning until I took my clothing away. Once naked, I felt relaxed and comfortable and could feel myself taking charge of things. It was excellent! A couple of days after the faculty art instructor called me back to see how things had gone.

I told her I had adored it and that several of the artists had remarked that I was the best model they had ever seen. She said, Great!

So come work for me. Ill see you next Wednesday. After that my telephone was practically ringing off the hook from other educators with job offers. I wound up modeling all around town for a little over two years until retired from it to god-fearing my time to a fresh horse with discipline issues that demanded a lot of focus. All-in- was a great time in my life that left me with many fun stories to tell when I’m a little old lady in the retirement home. I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta.

I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a fine resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and very friendly people. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort. I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Loved the encounter as well as the people I met.

They made me feel so welcome and everything seemed so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I’d gone and she wanted to go with me. We went the following weekend and spent two days there. We were hooked and even though we could go to the opening Olympic service free, we watched it on a TV in the motor home of a family who were teachers from California while relaxing at Hidden Valley nudist resort in Georgia. We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia.

When we got up to the New England area we seen some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My lovely wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter visits every year to live the nudist lifestyle.

Hudson, Florida First Time June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes off and wandered about the Resort. I introduced myself and admitted this was my first (public) experience as a nudist.

Nancy said “Show me your tush!” I turned around and was pronounced a “cotton tail.” What a delightful and gracious opening and welcome to the nudist community! -Donne Sierra Vista, Arizona My Biggest Rue Being naked has always been really natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be nude. Nothing has changed 40 years afterwards, it only feels “normal” to me.

I did my homework online and also as much as I could about going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was lovely and I was prepared to get naked. It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool nude. But as I got close my tummy was becoming more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but merely kept driving.

I really needed to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it was a lovely day. As I pulled up to the gate I really thought I was going to throw up and at that point I really needed to talk myself into going forward. When the staff answered the buzzer and told me to arrive at the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was really going to be awesome even though I was so nervous. After checking in and heading to my truck I really couldn’t believe it.

I was looking at nude people up by the pool and I was about to be one of them! I stood by my truck appearing active for about 10 minutes without taking anything away and finally I realized it was time to take ALL my clothes off and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure it covered me somewhat I shut the door of my truck and headed to the pool one slow step at a time. I was getting more confident with each measure. I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it absolutely was a QUICK one.

The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I wager I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the remaining part of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it. It was not my first time being naked in a pool but it was my first time being with other people naked and I am certain it revealed that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I ‘d understood some of the folks for a long time.

The reason that this trip was such a big deal for me was because I do not have the “normal” body. I am a huge guy, need to lose excess weight and had feared I might be laughed at or people would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I understood that NOBODY cares!

Its not that they don’t care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for so long to go to a nudist resort because I didn’t have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet a number of the best people I will ever meet in my life. When you’re naked with other people it’s as real as it gets and I have found that nudists are as fine as people come. So this is why I labeled this “My Biggest Rue” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be nude with other like-minded people. If the idea has ever crossed your mind, simply go get naked. You wont regret it.

Michigan Beach Day Since I was a teen I ‘d always heard about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid ’90s I had access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a woman on the chat site who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state.

She told me about a website where I could envision a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and shores. After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend.

Eventually I located the beach I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride across the isle. I recall how natural everyone seemed and how I was ready to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the ground when my clothes came off. I appreciated the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and being able to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got cozy also. I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else.

Since then I’ve been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve despised wearing bathing suits ever since. Milford, Massachusetts My Nudist History The following is a history of my nudist encounter with some ideas for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option: “Nudist” A Brand New Word I was raised in Marin County north of San Francisco and am now a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could not have imagined I would ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under 10 years old and my buddy Randy told me, accurate or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The whole thing shocked me to the point that I still remember where I was when he told me.

I couldn’t imagine why grown people would need to be naked, especially in a location called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in. First Time Naked Outdoors I recall, some years after, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a mutual dare we each walked, one at a time, naked up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive bare.

This was merely boys testing and playing and we understood that we didn’t want to be caught so there was an element of risk and anxiety of being discovered that overshadowed everything. Private Nudity, My Own Skin Within a couple of years I discovered that easing my pajamas away after going to bed and sleeping nude felt amazing.

It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon began removing my clothing when my parents were outside so that I could walk across the house nude, dashing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt wonderful but by necessity stayed my secret. Shortly, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window at the center of the night and enjoy the nighttime air nude. We lived in a built-up neighborhood on a hill with open space behind the home. At first I ‘d roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly liked wet nights. The noise of the storm made me feel more secure about not being found going out the window and adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin.

Later I ‘d walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street having a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk naked in a larger area. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was particularly avant-garde and did a big loop walking with that spot for over half a mile in a circle onto paved streets (but where homes were not built right on the street) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothing that I had left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I didn’t get found. -Tom San Francisco, California Category. I was on a naked sailing cruise in the British Virgin Islands 6-7 years past and we were anchored in White Bay.

It was after dinner, we had had of wine or four, and decided we wanted to proceed to the bar ashore for a drink – but of course we did not desire to get dressed. Somehow we didn’t find this as a difficulty. Into the dighy we scaled, motored away to the pub (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in we walked.

There were just half a dozen folks there, but not astonishingly our entry was discovered. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he quickly got naked (though his girlfriend made him get dressed again – I’ve often believed that I hoped he dumped ). We sat down as generally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our dialogue, and in a moment the waitress came along. She was really flustered, garbled a couple of incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders. We spent nearly two hours in the pub and had a grand time.

Eventually the majority of the other patrons left, the bartender got naked, and yet the server took off her top. She and our hostess then compared breast jobs and found they’d had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was definitely a memorable night! However, the part I really have yet to figure out is how – or whether – we paid for our drinks.

We went without clothing, consequently without pockets, therefore without wallets, hence without money. So I think the best part of the evening was that it wasn’t only clothes-free, it was additionally drinks-for free. I met a young man. Yes, I guess you could say that we had only just begun by then; he hadn’t even began wooing me. And somehow at a particular moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul about, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the skies. Why don’t we take a dip?

– he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what an excellent evening, the water is so war, it would have been a sin to miss this chance. We could swim naked!

Well why not, I believed. The weather was truly outstanding, warm and all.

And though the moon was beaming, the shore was poorly lit as the moon wasn’t complete. I shook off my slippers, afterward removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some distance and to the side. So there we are, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the shore. I was leading again, and he was following me.

I looked back to see him and though it was almost pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s response’, also it may sound silly, but it made me feel happy! We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nights several more times. Then he started trying to convince me to go to the shore during daytime.

He’d say that we sorta learnt everything we could about nighttime bathing and now it was a new challenge for all of us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because I was actually embarrassed by the idea of undressing in broad day, but I really needed to go.

Afterward I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the daytime all by myself to begin with. I found a rugged shore with huge rubbles that I could leap from one to another. And so I began leaping. As soon as I went so far from the coast to be sure that no one sane would follow me here I halted and got nude. I don’t understand why, but I was literary shaking afterward.

The sense of being absolutely nude outdoors was intoxicating, and I attempted not to consider of somebody else’s coming to where I was. I had a novel with me, so I found a larger and much more comfortable rubble, lay on it and began reading and having some rest in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shore, the shoreline was uniting into space, small yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing, and little by little I started to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee.

It was then that I remembered about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of folks to whom it was implied to pee in their own pants for a considerable amount of cash. Regardless that the amount was really impressive, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same happened to me: I slid off the debris, squatted and simply couldn’t do it! And I really needed to After all, I could go a bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles.

But I felt inexplicably uncooperative. So I put on my pants, then lowered them and allow take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at some distance. That was when I thought I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in my head with somebody armed with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I collected my things and dressed up very quickly, and currently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears. After that I ventured another couple of sorties which were managed with much more composure.

In the end I granted to visit the seashore with the young man. It was not half as scary as I had imagined it to be, because the shore was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was just once that we happened to meet a few other folks there, but I never experienced such strong emotions again. My friendship with the young man in question ended up fairly unfortunately, but I suppose that is a whole new story. I am Nathalie and my first ever time going really nude with other people about was two years back when I was in high school. Four classmates and I went out to this little lake on one of the boy’s grandma’s farm to go swimming during the summer (clearly).

All 3 of us girls had swimsuits under our shorts and tops so it did not start out to be a skinny dipping excursion, just a spot to swim. The two men had cutoff jeans shorts and tshirts and they were planning to swim like that (minus the tops). Anyway, after we were there for awhile we genuinely liked it because nobody was around and it was like a private small lake on private property.

One of the boys was joking and said he should have brought some cards so we could play strip poker and among the other girls said you don’t want cards to play strip poker, you can do Rock/paper/scissors and the loser has to take something off each time. The winner can challenge anyone they would like to. The more they talked about it the more they acted like they were really going to do it. I was the quietest because I was probably most shy of the entire bunch and also I was self conscious about myself to the point I even dreaded taking showers in physical education class in front of other girls.

They eventually determined that one boy and one girl (fortunately not me at first) would do the stone/paper/scissors thing and we’d play until somebody lost all their clothes. It could not take long for SOMEONE to lose because I figured the women are all wearing a two piece swimsuit and the guys either had one or two pieces of on, I didn’t know if they were wearing pants or not. Anyway, to speed it up, the lad lost the very first round but when he took off his shorts he still had undershorts on. So that the girl challenged the same one again to try to get him completely naked but he won the second time so she had to take off her top, and so it went. Each time something came off it was thrown up on the rock at the edge of the lake so it wouldn’t get lost in the water. The amusing part was everyone was standing in water pretty much up to their chest so the men were pretty well hidden when they got naked as well as the girls just kind of bent their knees enough to keep the water level higher than their breasts when they got their tops off.

Everyone continued to play until everyone was bare and I really felt fairly giddy about it and actually liked how it felt to be outside with absolutely nothing on. The swimming and horsing around was fun as well as the more we were there the less everyone tried to hide under the water. By the time we had to get out of the water and leave, all five of us were standing nude up on the rock together recalling our swimsuits and tops without making any attempt to cover ourselves with our hands. It was quite strange to me to understand that I felt LESS self-conscious standing with 2 guys and 2 other girls completely naked on that stone than I did in the school shower with girls in my personal gym class.

Since I was 17 then I did not get a chance to go nude in public again until I Had graduated from high school and started in faculty. On Spring Break nine of went to St. Martin and spent 5 days at Orient Beach last year and that was the most fun yet! If nothing else, I’ve learned that a tall, pale, lanky red headed girl does not look any worse naked than I do in a swimsuit, so why bother to wear one? I am hoping this bill is acceptable with everyone and I’m not breaking any rules or whatever. Research social nudism, I was travelling across the state for a meeting or something.

My route took me very close to a nudist resort that I’d needed to see. So I called ahead and arranged for a tour. I pulled off the main highway, and down the ever increasingly smaller road. I wasn’t wearing much to start with, and pulled off the rest about half way down the small road.

Eventually I reached the entry, and pulled in to a parking space in front of the office. Since this was a nudist resort, I saw no requirement for clothing, and got out of the car, and walked into the office absolutely nude. I walked in to locate the guy supporting the desk was clothed, in addition to the two couples in line ahead of me. I felt truly NEKKID!

He ended with the first couple and we grinned at each other as they departed. The man asked if I was the one there for the tour. He said there would be. I was, but no one seemed to care that I was naked. A few minutes afterwards, I heard something outside the door, and turned to look.

In walked a family of five. Husband and wife, with their three kids two boys and also a girl that were between 18 and 16. All five of them were totally bare and barefoot just like me.

It made me feel a lot better. My tour guide showed up shortly after that, and we were gone. It was a strange experience, but I recall it well. And I’d also occasionally go skinny dipping. In my twenties, after graduating from university, I spent some time doing some travelling. My first actual encounter of organized social nudity was at the Swanbourne Beach near Perth, Western Austalia. This was in April, which is in the early fall in.

I remember the weather being absolutely sunny and lovely as well as the water of the Indian Ocean being warm and crystal clear. After Australia, I headed to Japan, where one of my school buddies was employed as an English to Japanese translator. Some of his co-workers and I did a night out on the town, which included a visit to an onsen, which is a geothermal hot spring. Based on Japanese tradition, both genders bathe fully naked in an onsen. Discovered lying about in the hot water of an onsen to be among the very most relaxing experiences ever.

As favorable as these encounters were during my journeys, I ended up in my thirties immersing myself in my career, so I didn’t have to much time to do much in the way of clothes free recreation. It’s only recently that I’ve been able to organize my free time so that I’m able ot get away more on the weekends. Nevertheless, I am having the time of my life now that I’m competent to participate in clothing free actions on a regular basis. Take care and remain naked. Past and we were anchored in White Bay. It was after dinner, we had had a bottle of wine or four, and determined we wanted to visit the bar ashore for a drink – but of course we did not need to get dressed.

Somehow we did not see this as. Into the dighy we scaled, motored away to the pub (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in we walked. There were just half a dozen people there, but not astonishingly our entrance was detected. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he quickly got nude (though his girlfriend made him get dressed again – I Have often thought that I hoped he dumped her). We sat down as generally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our dialog, and in a moment the waiter came along.

She was really flustered, garbled a few incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders. We spent almost two hours in the bar and had a grand time. Eventually many of the other patrons left, the bartender got nude, and yet the waiter took off her top.

She and our hostess subsequently compared breast jobs and discovered they’d had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was definitely a memorable night! However, the part I actually have yet to figure out is how – or whether – we paid for our drinks. We went without clothing, hence without pockets, consequently without wallets, therefore without cash. So I guess the best part of was that it was not only clothes-free, it was also drinks-for free. I am french, so please excuse me, my english can include some mistakes I’m 25, male, soon wed, and I Have 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 matter. Thus, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before of 12. I have likewise never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude. So, why did I become interested in nudism? Everything commenced in 1991, in the summertime. I was then just 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I saw a report on TV, featuring a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.

I still recall some quite funny things in this TV programme: everybody was completely naked, including all the guests and the mayor of the village, but not the priest! The husband was wearing only a hat along with a butterfly-node, and the spouse only a wedding voile.

This TV report interested me, and for the very first time, I thought about going naked The following night, then I attempted to sleep naked for the very first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night! I was cold, and wondered what could occur if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyway, I found it fairly great, because I felt unusually free (I usually slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I attempted to remain nude the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day.

I did all the standard stuff in the nude, and this was extremely plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather depressing to need to wear my shorts and T-shirt again. The drug of nudism had caught me, and I’m still addicted to it! But as I still feared the possible reaction of my parents, I didn’t sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I attempted to stay nude as long as possible when my parents were away. About one year later, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more frequently. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to awaken me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare.

But surprisingly, she did not have a very negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d explained her, that I couldn’t bear pyjamas, T-shirt and chemise 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 nude outside for the very first time. I ‘d the possibility that there were small woods near the building where we were dwelling.

With the other children, we were used some years before to go playing in these woods. One day (not particularily hot), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the area where I played in the past, and I took all my clothes off. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of independence was remarkable I tried to rekindle this encounter one or two times, but not more, as it was too dangerous: if someone had seen me, I’d have been immediately denounciated to my parents During that period also, I tried to go without panties.

I did it a couple of times, but immediately stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I couldn’t prevent my dick to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for many years. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure: I shown to my mom, that I liked to stay naked at home. One day, while she’d gone away for a few seconds, I went into the bathroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message explaining that, when I’d go out of the bath, I’d remain nude because I felt better like this. When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would be no way that I’d swear because I didn’t like it, and she accepted that I remained nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I really could think So, I spent nearly 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 was simply one of the greatest summers I Have ever had! After 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 kept to sleep naked during one year, except during the weekend and vacations, 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 choice, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the local TV channel aired another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist people were used to go. As this was not far from dwelling (50 km), I went there on my bicycle.

The very first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and beaches were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week-end). But the following time, there was nobody I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass region, and got nude. For the first time in my life, I was naked in public, with other people who could see me.

I loved 2 fantastic hours. I went back there fairly regularly during the next 4 years, with great experences, and more awful ones For the good ones, I’ll mention that I Have meet my first nude women here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, completely naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence along with the landscape. Lots of people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was pretty weel allowed in this region except during the week ends in the middle of the summertime. But I also discovered, for the very first time, that nudism could also be linked to sexual perversion A lot of gay are accustomed to meet around these lakes, and don’t wait to attempt to have sex with any nude guy they see I had to reject them quite frequently, and I had ordinarily no trouble, but I eventually stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid additional troubles. I tried to really go to lots of other “bare locations” in the region, however they were finally all gay 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 road, with 3 neighbours). I began to stay nude here more and more often, 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 courage to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not knowing what their reactions could be: French people are really less open-minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism remains like a taboo in France So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows shut, subsequently secluding myself a bit I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these types of times, which supported myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The 3rd year in Grenoble, I’d went into a larger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I stayed increasingly more nude.

I even started to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and the showers in the nude. Always fearing to be discovered In April 2001, on an extremely little climbing road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during about 10 km. That was a wonderful experience, but I did not have the chance to try once again My advancement in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There’s, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public beach, where nudism is let. It is there that I had my first real nudist encounter in public, without dreading gay advances, during summer 2003. I truly appreciated it, and I now wait for the heat once again to spend new great times on this shore, with my girlfriend, who I am attempting to convert to nudism also. A couple of months before, I determined once again that I would not wear knickers anylonger.

I packed all my panties in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible area (except one slip for total necessity cases). As my penis is now considerably more quieter, there’s no trouble whatsoever, and I now never wear underwear, under any kind of clothes, including which I wear most of the time.

My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not actually converted to nudism, she values the relaxation of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The next steps will be: First, the end of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife afterward) to nudism; I know she will do it, as she’s not opposed to this notion, but it’ll clearly take a lot of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I am After, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I hope that this will become the truth next year.

Well, that is all; Thanks to all the people who had the bravery to read my litterature until here Category. Probarly be my first nude experiance, although more recently I met a women at a beach who told me her first nudest experiance she was 17 years old and holidaying with family in the usa, her parents had gone sight seeing for the day and she made a decision to take a look at some of the local beaches. After some time of searching she found a wonderful tranquil little cove where there was know one else near and as the day had started out bad weather wise she’d not packed her bathing suit but as the day had brightened up she believed that she could not pass up the idea of a quick swim and as the beach was desserted she didnt think anything of stripping off and taking A dip anyhow after some time of swimming she started to get cold and so swam to a small rocky island about 50 yards out. After warming on the isle she started to make back toward the seashore after reaching the shore she made the shocking discovery that while had been sunbathing on the island the tide had come in and all of her clothing running shoes and all had been taken by the sea.

She was stranded no clothes no towel and what made matters worse was that she had walked to the beach so she had no car, there was just one thing to do she’d have to walk back through a busy resedential estate in broad daylight stark naked, so she did it. She explained that she should have seen over 60 folks over that to mile walk back to her apartment an it was the most exhilerating experiance of her life. Now thats intestines! A number of years back I was living in northwest Houston,,, hot, humid, Houston. Every morning (around 5 AM) before going to work I’d ride my bike for 20-30 minutes through the area.

Download Free Soho Font Family Rar Software Opener. Usually I wore sneakers, a tshirt and short pants. Well this special morning I donned my tennis shoes just – do not ask me why.

And Away I went into the morning. The normal morning in our neighborhood at 5 AM was only a few autos with folks finding their way to the highway to get to work. This one morning I approached a stop sign that I generally just drove throughnormally no cars around. Well a few automobiles were coming so I had to halt.

And then a car pulled up next to me with in the automobile. They discovered my sneakers, etc and one of lowered her window and said “nice sneakers” and they all laughed. So off I went but turned from my normal route to lesser traveled streetsand they followed. This went on for a few streets and I eventually quit.

We had a brief friendly exchange and through the laughter and quips I enticed them to bike with me the following morning. Again, we all had a great laugh.

I never saw them again. It was quite humorous, and certainly more intimidating than anything. I think my vulnerabilities were rather obvious! But, to be honest, I wonder what I would have done had they shown up ready to bike with me. And yes, I did bike in the nude on a number of other occasions but only when it was a little dimmer than on this particular morning. Loving husband and I enjoyed for years, I would like to point out that this really isn’t us in this graphic. It is a fun-loving German couple that helped our marriage change and develop into something entirely new.

All thanks to our last holiday and all the fun that we had in Spain. Everything began sometime last spring when my husband and I were organizing. It’s been our little tradition to visit the Mediterranean but even the most delightful part of the world can get a little tedious after a few years. We’ve been everywhere, from North Africa to turkey and we had tons of enjoyable everywhere. But this time we decided to do something completely different and we decided that a great idea would be to try out nudism. We had some friends who did this and they always told us how it was amazing.

Plus, we both got into contour over the last half a year and we really felt comfortable. I mean, we were still in our prime and we were confident that we would not be a sore sight for anybody. We found this great resort in Spain and we booked our vacation. When we got there, we started believing that we were perhaps too daring as all those naked bodies intimidated us a bit.

Still the folks there understood the best way to treat first timers and there was no one demanding us to get nude the very moment we stepped on the property of the resort. And it worked. By the end of our second day, we were sunbathing naked and we were loving it. I can let you know as a woman that it’s independence which cannot be matched by anything else.

Not needing to wear those annoying bikinis or swimsuits actually liberates a girl and also the sunshine and water feel great on the breasts along with the clit. It feels sexual and sensual all at the same time. And then, the 3rd day, we met the couple form the picture, Eric and Greta, a terrific couple from Bohn, Germany who were regular guests at the resort.

They were roughly the same age as us and we overheard them talking about a movie me and my husband appreciated very much. It turned out that they spoke perfect English and that they were searching for new couples to meet there.

I instantly noticed that Greta had an amazingly round and fit butt and that her pussy was all shaven and very alluring. I could say that as a girl. I cannot even imagine what my husband thought. Regardless, we spent the next few days together, doing everything together and after a while, you stop seeing that you are all naked on a regular basis. In fact, I stopped seeing when my husband brushed against Greta or when Eric brushed against me. And yet, there was always this electricity.

And then, one day, two days before we were going to leave, we asked them if they felt that same electricity that the two of us felt and they told us that they did. This never occurred to them in each of their years at the resort and after several drinks, we decided to do something about it. I don’t wish to reveal some of the details, but let us just say that it was the craziest night of our lives and that it was more enjoyable than you can imagine. There was no awkwardness as well all saw each other naked before and was insanely entertaining.

It was likewise hot as hell as Eric and Greta definitely understood what they were doing and we weren’t half bad either. We spent the following night together as well and we’ve stayed in touch. We’re seriously considering making this a routine thing and it’s truly brought new life to our marriage.

Not that we were in a recession, but nudism together with swinging is the best thing ever. I never considered going nude in private, much less in public. Then one day I came home from work very tired. I simply needed to put on my nightie and get into bed.

But it turned out to be a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first–that’s obviously the one thing I consistently did nude, though I never gave that any thought. I came out of the shower and dried off. I wasn’t sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted. I just fell on the bed, too exhausted to even notice that I hadn’t troubled to put anything on. I fell asleep in minutes. As soon as I woke up, I was somewhat surprised to realize that I ‘d not only had I slept bare the whole night, but it was the very best night’s sleep I ever had.

The next night, I was not so tired–but I couldn’t stop thinking about how great it felt to sleep bare. So I made a decision to attempt it on purpose this time. I got into bed naked, also it felt quite great. I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I didn’t want to get up and get dressed.

But of course I had to. From that point, it was a rather brief time till I was usually bare when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt for awhile because it went against everything I were taught since childhood.

However, the relaxation outweighed the remorse. However, the concept of letting other women see me nude in public–much less men!– never crossed my head. I still had some Jewish modesty. Fully being a Californian, from the greater LA region, I’d learned of nude beaches. But I had no urge to see one.

Fully being a great Californian though, I did spend lots of free time on the shore in the summer–constantly wearing a bathing suit, of course. And one day, while I was shifting out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I began to consider how good it felt to take it off. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to consider the prospect of skinnydipping. One really hot Sunday in August, I made a courageous choice: I was going to learn if I had the heart to overcome my strait laced upbringing. I got into my car and drove south to San Diego, and parked at the cliff over Black’s Beach. For nearly 20 minutes, I sat in the car, attempting to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I’d see nude men and women.

I almost did not go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me. But as I began to turn the key to drive away, I couldn’t do it. I was determined the time that I spent driving down there wasn’t going to be wasted. I’d come to see a nude beach, and I wasn’t going to leave without seeing it. Slowly, I began to walk down the trail to the beach.

Actually that’s the sole way you can do it, but I was going slower than required. Finally, I reached the bottom, and could barely believe what I was seeing.

There were lots of guys, most of them naked. There were women in all stages of dress and undress. There were families with young children. I located an uncrowded area and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no idea what I was going to do next.

Part of me wanted to pull everything off and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt dreadful for being in such a location. I shut my eyes, and believed, and thought some more. The thought of taking off my clothes in front of men–how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes away, and they had no issue with letting men see them. The ocean appeared increasingly more inviting. The guilt weighed on me.

Even if I stayed clothed, only being in this kind of spot and seeing such sights was erroneous. For nearly an hour, I was lacerated.

I went back and forth–and finally, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyway, it couldn’t be any worse of a sin to participate. If these folks saw me naked, they wouldn’t be seeing anything they hadn’t seen before. Fast, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything away, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away. I felt fantastic.

I was skinnydipping in public, in mixed company, and enjoying it thoroughly. I came out of the ocean, along with the sensation of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt amazing. From that instant on, I was a new individual.

I’m still a traditonal Jew. I eat only kosher food, and I actually don’t drive on the Sabbath. I still proceed to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Holidays. But I am a Jewish nudist, and I love it. Excursion to one of the European resorts. Nothing elaborate, my family is not rich so we cannot afford going off to the nude beaches of Italy or France, but we discovered our cute getaway in Croatia and it has been keeping us happy for the past ten years or so.

I ‘d been genuinely enjoying nude family pastimes with my old people for strong nine years, but when I’d turned 18 I thought hey, what the hang, shouldn?t I be spending my first adult (sort of) summer with a bunch of buddies dancing my ass off somewhere on Ibiza? This didn?t occur, as you surely can figure out, for some family matters interceded like they usually do. I was thus prepared to be bored stiff in the business of my folks. Well, this really is the way it all happened, more or less, with.

One of such brief excursions to the fun of the fare took place right on the nude beach that my parents and I knew only too well. I could draw a map of the location with my eyes closed, perhaps, so nothing could really thrill me. I wandered off some distance from where my mother and father were lodged, happy within their zone of relaxation and keen to stay as motionless as they could.

This sort of stagnation buggered the shit out of me, and I was all set to walk off as far as I could. This I did, until I believe I reached the end of the nude beach which didn?t really matter as there was nothing but bare stone there. Needless to say, I wasn’t wearing just one article of clothing on me; I loved exposing my butt and tits to the subtle breeze along with the sunshine of the Adriatic.

Occasionally when I was beginning to break a sweat I would dip into water and cool off. It felt wonderful feeling the water twirl around my nipples and making them hard, as well as the feeling wouldn?t wear off until several minutes after! Smack behind one of them I stumbled across a couple of guys somewhat older than me? They were wearing their swimming trunks and basking in sunlight at some distance from each other, and by the looks of it they’d been midway through their sixpack of beer by the instant I saw them. The first thing that came to my head was that I got myself in trouble fairly poor and that I ought to walk away as quickly as I can; I brought a towel along so I flung that around myself to conceal my nudity, I believe, before they found me. The next thing I believed was less panicky and much more frivolous? A couple of guys in a secluded place by the beachfront all by themselves?

But before I could either walk on or walk away back to where I came from, one of the men sat up and I recognized his face; he was our resort neighbor, I saw him during breakfasts rather regularly. He twisted his eyes and hailed me; I ‘d no other alternative but to at least nod. He said something to his buddy and jumped up on his feet.

I couldn?t help respecting his physical form and the swiftness and easiness of the catlike movement. He came up and introduced himself and his buddy; his name was Paul and I can’t recollect what was the name of the other guy; he seemed real nice and polite. He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him some cock and bull story about my parents being lodged only a couple of meters away behind the bushes, just in case. All throughout our brief conversation I kept on believing whether or not they’d time to see that I was bare underneath my towel; perhaps I seemed weird wearing it wrapped around me like that anyways, for the day was real hot for that sort of coverage.

In any event, I felt his buddy?s evasive looks on me and I noticed the vivid interest on Paul?s side in me, should you get my drift. At that stage I thought it was better that I went off and joined my parents; I said good bye to the guys, my hear thumping somewhere in my throat with dreads whom I couldn?t help regardless of the good manners both of them shown. But right when I was turning on my heels and gave my long wet hair that, you know, alluring twist, the fringe of my towel flapping and me providing the hottest upskirt ever!

I blushed, though I was a nudist all my life, it’s somehow different when you’re at least partly dressed and then some really intimate section of your body shows by chance. I’m pretty damn certain they both saw my derriere and my pussy alright this time, I heard them exclaiming in hushed when they thought I was out of the earshot. As I was approaching our seashore I felt increasingly more confident and in the end I felt quite adventuresome about it.

Then I saw both men at breakfast briefly and once? On the shore, they obviously came to gawk but not really chill out, for they were still wearing boxers and went away pretty damn soon? Folks on nude beaches do not feel joyful about intruders in fabrics.

They gave me a nod of cheering but that was about it, maybe that was because I was keeping to my old people? That?s one of my stories, but I?ve some more to share, so maybe one day? Cheers everyone! Life would be a very tedious and a very unhappy place if not for best friends. We all have them and we can’t imagine our lives without them. For me, it’s these two girls, Amanda and Lucy.

We met when we were six of seven and we remained great friends ever since. We spent some excellent times together and we carried each other through some very difficult times as well. You know how you sometimes feel more connected to somebody who’s not your flesh and blood than with your first relatives?

Well, these have always been Lucy and Amanda for me. Also, they are utterly different. Lucy is more like me, shy and demure, almost introverted while Amanda is the other side of the coin. She’s crazy, she is adventurous and she’s consistently searching for new methods to produce me and Lucy feel uncomfortable. I really could spend days listing all the experiences she’s put us through over the years but that is not the point of the story. The point of the story would be to let you know about my first nudist experience.

Our first nudist experience and about the very first time I recognized that I find my best friends attractive in a sense that is a little more than merely friendly. Obviously, it was Amanda that proposed we should try out visiting a nudist beach on our next excursion to Europe. Me and Lucy declined before she could end the sentence but that is when Amanda used one of her greatest weapons, her powers of persuasion that will not be set to waste in CIA Or another government agency. This girl could get a drowning man to buy a bottle of water.

Regardless, Amanda managed to wear us down over the course of the next few weeks and before we could truly understand what she did to us and how she persuaded us, we were on the airplane to France and after a bus ride we were at the camp. It was this amazing part of the French Riviera and it was so secluded that you simply can hardly locate it by accident unless you knew just where you were going. It was likewise a large camp with hundreds of people, couples, families, mostly young families with little kids. Naturally, there were also a number of groups like us, mostly a bit older than us and largely girls as well. I think there is some kind of a policy about single men coming in, either alone or in groups.

Which was a shame and which made Amanda despair. And surprisingly enough, being nude came extremely natural to all three of us. Even Lucy, the most bashful of us had no problem getting undressed and sunbathing completely bare before all those folks. It was the best feeling of my entire life. The first day I sunbathed bare, I could literally feel the sun playing with my skin, warming it up and getting me literally horny. When you get that hot summer Mediterranean sunshine working on your own nether regions, you get wet in matter of seconds.

And then there’s the substitution from cold of the ocean to the heat of the sun. Overall, it’s exciting and incredibly sexual. Which is something I did not anticipate. Another thing that I did not expect in the least was that I would find myself looking at my two buddies and thinking about kissing them and touching them. They still had tan lines and their bodies seemed so perfect and so natural all naked and in nature. I really could feel my clit swelling up when I started thinking about kissing Lucy or touching Amanda. But told them.

How could I tell my two best friends that I’ve been wondering what it would like if we all went crazy and had a wild night together. I merely had to let off steam and I am hoping to god that they will not read this text. I hope that they don’t and yet I trust that they do.

I do not know. It’s all quite perplexing.

Excursion to one of the European resorts. Nothing elaborate, my family isn’t rich so we cannot manage going off to the nude beaches of Italy or France, but we discovered our adorable holiday in Croatia and it’s been keeping us content for the last ten years or so.

I ‘d been genuinely appreciating naked family pastimes with my old folks for strong nine years, but when I’d turned 18 I thought hey, what the hang, shouldn?t I be spending my first adult (sort of) summer with a lot of friends dancing my ass off somewhere on Ibiza? This didn?t happen, as you can find out, for some family matters interceded like they generally do. I was thus prepared to be bored stiff in the organization of my people. Well, this is the way it all happened, more or less, with just occasional exceptions. One of such short excursions to the fun of the fare took place right on the nude beach that my parents and I knew just too well.

I really could draw a map of the location with my eyes closed, perhaps, so nothing could really thrill me. I wandered off some distance from where my mother and dad were lodged, joyful in their zone of comfort and enthusiastic to remain as motionless as they could. This sort of stagnation buggered the shit out of me, and I was all set to walk off as far as I could. This I did, until I believe I reached the end of the nude beach which didn?t really matter as there was nothing but bare stone there.

Of course, I was not wearing a single piece of clothing on me; I adored exposing my bottom and tits to the subtle wind along with the sun of the Adriatic. Sometimes when I was beginning to break a sweat I would dip into water and cool off.

It felt amazing feeling the water twirl around my nipples and making them hard, and the feeling wouldn?t wear off until several minutes after! Smack behind one of them I stumbled across a couple of men somewhat older than me? They were wearing their swimming trunks and basking in sunlight at some distance from each other, and by the looks of it they had been midway through their sixpack of beer by the moment I saw them. The very first thing that came to my mind was that I got myself in trouble quite bad and that I ought to walk away as quickly as I can; I brought a towel along so I flung that around myself to conceal my nudity, I think, before they found me.

The next thing I thought was less panicky and much more frivolous? A few dudes in a secluded spot by the seaside all by themselves? But before I could either walk on or walk away back to where I came from, among the guys sat up and I recognized his face; he was our hotel neighbor, I saw him during breakfasts fairly frequently.

He twisted his eyes and hailed me; I had no other alternative but to at least nod. He said something to his friend and jumped up on his feet. I couldn?t help admiring his physical form along with the swiftness and easiness of the catlike movement. He came up and introduced himself and his buddy; his name was Paul and I can’t recollect what was the name of the other guy; he sounded real nice and polite.

He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him some cock and bull story about my parents being stayed just a few meters away behind the bushes, just in case. All throughout our short dialogue I kept on thinking whether they had time to see that I was bare underneath my towel; perhaps I appeared weird wearing it wrapped around me like that anyways, for the day was real hot for that kind of coverage. In any event, I felt his friend?

On me and I detected the vivid interest on Paul?s side in me, if you get my drift. At that stage I believed it was better that I went off and joined my parents; I said good-bye to the guys, my hear thumping somewhere in my throat with apprehensions whom I couldn?

T help regardless of the good manners both of them exhibited. But right when I was turning on my heels and gave my long wet hair that, you know, alluring braid, the fringe of my towel flapping and me supplying the hottest upskirt ever! I blushed, though I was a nudist all my life, it is somehow different when you are at least partially dressed and then some quite intimate section of your body reveals by chance. I am pretty damn sure they both saw my derriere and my pussy alright this time, I heard them exclaiming in hushed voice when they thought I was out of the earshot. As I was approaching our seashore I felt and more assured and in the end I felt rather adventuresome about it. I then saw both men at breakfast briefly and once?

On the shore, they obviously came to gawk but not really chill out, for they were still wearing boxers and went away pretty damn soon? Folks on nude beaches don’t feel happy about intruders in cloths. They gave me a nod of cheering but that was about it, perhaps that was because I was keeping to my old folks? That?s one of my stories, but I?ve some more to share, so perhaps one day? Cheers everyone! I’d go to Lake Elsenore. On several occasions I’d ski nakedor merely troll along dragging myself behind the ski.

That turned out to be. Anyhow, one-time skiing I detected a boat with some passengers in it who saw me. Began coming my way. I fell into the water. It ended up being a girl and two other girls.

She said hi and asked if I would do that somemore. I was somewhat surprised as I rather I was going to get an ear full.

So, I began skiing near and along side them for a little. Chatted a bit and intended to hook up afterwards. On another occasion I was driving to a bare resort with my girl friend.

I was driving. I only had on a top. I got pulled over by the state patrol. ** whew** luckily I did not have to get out of the car. Butmy heart was a thumping.

I’ve laid out nude in my backyard, and balcony when living at an apartment. I’ve gone trekking naked in a variety of locations. I’ve even had neighbors come to my door who I didn’t understand. In one case the one woman requested to use the telephone. I said sure but told her to wait because I needed to put some trousers on.

I was surprised when she said that’s fine, the she and her pal had been observing me from across the pool place. So I let them in and we chewed the fat.

Being a real pilot and when I was flying routine, I and a few friends took off for Lake Mead and stripped while enroute and landed at a non-management field and simply kept our clothes away. We ended up camping at a beach a couple of hundred yards away. I shared a bedroom with my 2 younger brothers, sleeping in the top bunk of a bunk bed. Our house was quite little.

I recall bathing with one of my brothers, Garry, right up to my early teens. My youngest brother, Ian, and sister Julie, who was younger still, additionally bathed together. At all other times, though, we wore clothes, though in the hot Aussie summers, it was often only short pants and undies. My sister constantly wore a shirt too. None of my family were nudists, and my mum was from a strict Catholic history. I’ve never seen her nude. I do remember all of us boys and father showering nude in the dressing sheds at the seashore, and how often there were guys sunbaking bare in the open courtyard at the center of the dressing pavillion.

I did not 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 (his name was Geoff too!) taking off his swimmers and skinny dipping in a stone pool. I was not quite game enough to do that, but I did have a really strong desire to swim naked.

While I did not swim nude, I did sleep bare. I’d wear pyjamas to bed, then take them away. They constantly looked worn because I’d shove them down under the covers. I was never comfortable if I had to sleep in pyjamas.

I didn’t know anything about nudism, and wondered whether I was strange or something, but I began to go naked at home when everyone else was out. I almost got caught bare by an elderly man who used to visit us often. I ‘d actually gone out the back door nude (it was early evening), and I had to dart back in quickly, close 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 at night prior to going to sleep.

I used this as a chance to be naked, even in the centre of winter. I adored being nude under the stars! Sometimes, I’d walk or run round (I Had have been about 15-17 when I did this). It was a bit 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 guts (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 excursion for about 10 days with a number of my school mates and one of our teachers. We camped in the grounds of the neighborhood Catholic primary school and there were numerous beaches nearby. One night, wearing only a pair of Speedo swimmers, I went out by myself to one of the shores.

I quickly took them away, and ran into the water bare. It was excellent! I made the decision to stay bare after finishing 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 decided to put my swimmers down in a place I Had recall, so I could chicken out. It was such a buzz!

Would you consider I accidentally jogged past the Police Station in the nude? Again, a few auto drivers honked, but streakers were reasonably common then! I first went naked in front of others of my age at a nude beach when going to University, and that was usually a very positive experience. It was also great to see that there were girls who enjoyed being naked too! I chose to discuss my first experience with nudism for a very simple reason. I’m convinced that there are lots of girls and women who feel like I felt and who are not entirely sure whether nudism is something for them.

I am here to tell you that it is but one of the best things on earth and that everyone should at least give it a go. But, let us begin from the beginning.

I was raised in a tiny English town with parents who loved me and still adore me but who were raised quite traditionally and who approached my breeding with that they were given. Said that it did them no harm and that it makes up for a regular person once he or she grows up. I had the misfortune (or, more precisely a fortune), of becoming best friends using a lady called Daphne very early in my life. Now Daphne grew up in a rather liberal family and I envied her. Whereas she went with her girlfriends on holidays, I had to go with my parents, or at least up until I turned 18. This was the very first time I went abroad without them and I went with Daphne. We went to Croatia, a small country in the Mediterranean where it still feels like it’s not spoiled by mass tourism.

It was Daphne’s thought and it wasn’t until we got on the airplane that she revealed her strategies. We were going to one of the nudist camps that Croatia was famous for back in the day and where there are still great nudist camps. I was lost for words. I had no idea that Daphne was into this and as it turned out she wasn’t. It was her first time as well. She just thought it would be a interesting idea.

It goes without saying that I was mortified, but the awareness of freedom of visiting beachfront without my parents was intoxicating and I went along. We made it to the camp late in the evening and we went to sleep straight away. The following morning, we were woken by the scorching summer light and by lovely smells of the Mediterranean. We decided to be somewhat less adventurous when we went to the reception and they told us that they have their very own beach. We chose to get it over with instantly and we took off our clothes and did it. This really is the way the day that changed my life began.

When we got to the beach, it was full of naked people old, young, married, couples, children, you name it, they were there. I was so scared that everyone will be looking at me that I almost passed out. But I understood that no one cared. Everyone was going about their own company and we place our towels down to sunbathe.

When I lay down, I discovered the very first reason why nudists do it. The feeling of warm sunshine all over your body, on your breasts and down lower was one of the very incredible things I’ve ever felt. I am almost ashamed that I started becoming aroused the second I felt the warm sun on my vagina, it was as in the event the sun was caressing me and touching me in all the proper spots. Afterward, we went for a swim and that was when I discovered the second reason why nudists do it. The cool water, after all the warmth of the sun was only insanely pleasurable. I felt my nipples hardening in matter of zeptoseconds and this abrupt change of temperature nearly gave me an orgasm. The sole thing better than that was when we got out of the clearest water I’ve ever seen, back below the sun.

The slowly warming up of my whole body was completely new to me, without the wet bikini clinging eternally. It was unbelievable. I really believe that if I’ve touched my clit, I’d have come in a second. I managed to hold back, at least until we got back to our room. It was literally the best day of my entire life.

One day, I forgot to wear the swimming trunk and I recognized that when I’m going to lose my trousers. I don’t desire to go back home for my undies. So I decided to wrap and keep to swim. The towel used to slip off often and for the very first time in my entire life that my skin got in direct contact with water under the sun. I felt the coldness of water along with the warmthness of the sunshine with completely naked body.

Its a sensational feeling and I fell in love with naturism for the first time. To be candid, I got into few sexual activities (like naked erotic massages etc) during my teen. But I never felt the genuine happiness in these types of activities and every time that I believed guiltiness in my heart that Iam doing something incorrect.

Nudism for me at that age is nothing but glaring at naked girls. But as I grow-up, I gave-up all those lusty things. When I reached my twenties, I began thinking in a matured way and I began adoring naturism. I had the influence of few philosophers on my head, that makes to select naturism.

Now Iam comfortable with nude men and woman of all ages around me. Infact, nothing around me is fascinating for me now than my own nude body exposed to sun.

But as I said earlier, naturism is not welcomed in Asia. So, I used to confine my activities within four walls. But whenever I get a change, I never consider second time to wear my birthday suit Category. I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta discussing with a couple. Told them I had to get away for the weekend.

They gave me a number and name to call of a fine resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and very friendly people. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.

I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Loved the experience and the people I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I had gone and she desired to go with me. We went the next weekend and spent two days there. We were solicited and even though we could go to the opening Olympic service free, we watched it on a TV in the motor home of a family who were teachers from California while relaxing at Hidden Valley nudist resort in Georgia. We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia.

When we got up to the New England region we visited some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and my daughter sees every year to live the nudist lifestyle. Hudson, Florida First Time June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes off and roamed about the Resort. I presented myself and confessed that this was my first (public) experience as a nudist.

Nancy said “Show me your tush!” I turned around and was pronounced a “cotton tail.” What a delightful and gracious introduction and welcome to the nudist community! -Donne Sierra Vista, Arizona My Biggest Rue Being naked has always been very natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be naked. Nothing has changed 40 years later, it simply feels “normal” to me. I did my homework online and read as much as I could around going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was amazing and I was ready to get naked.

It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool naked. But as I got close my stomach was getting more distressed from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but just kept driving. I truly wanted to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming naked, after all it was a delightful day. As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was going to throw up and at that point I really had to talk myself into going forward.

When the staff replied the buzzer and told me to come to the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was going to be awesome even though I was so nervous. After checking in and heading to my truck I couldn’t believe it.

I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was going to be one of these! I stood by my truck appearing busy for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and finally I understood it was time to take ALL my clothing off and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure covered me somewhat I shut the door of my truck and headed to the pool one slow step at a time. I was getting more confident with every step. I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it was a QUICK one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I bet I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the remainder of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it.

It was not my first time being nude in a pool but it was my first time being with other people nude and I ‘m certain it demonstrated that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I had understood some of the people for a long time. The reason this excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I actually don’t have the “normal” body. I’m a large man, need to slim down and had worried I might be laughed at or folks would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I recognized that NOBODY cares!

Its not that they do not care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for such a long time to really go to a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I have meet some of the best people I’ll ever meet in my life. When you’re naked with other people it’s as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as fine as individuals come. So this is the reason why I labeled this “My Biggest Sorrow” because I regret that I waited so long to get out and be naked with other like-minded individuals.

If the idea has ever crossed your mind, simply go get naked. You wont regret it. Michigan Beach Day from the time that I was a teen I had always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never knew where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid ’90s I had access to the Internet and chat rooms.

I met a woman on the chat website who told me about seeing a nude beach. I asked about how I could locate one in my state.

She told me about a website where I could visualize a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and beaches. After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had an opportunity to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I located the seashore I was looking for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the island. I recall how natural everyone appeared and how I was enthusiastic to join in the fun.

The blanket was just on the earth when my clothes came off. I enjoyed the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally.

My girlfriend finally got comfortable also. I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I’ve been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve despised wearing bathing suits ever since.

Milford, Massachusetts My Nudist History The following is a history of my nudist experience with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option: “Nudist” A Fresh Word I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco and am now a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could not have imagined I ‘d ever describe myself as a nudist.

I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. I was under ten years old and my friend Randy told me, authentic or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the stage that I still remember where I was when he told me.

I could not imagine why grown folks would desire to be nude, notably in a location called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in. First Time Nude Outdoors I remember, some years afterwards, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a shared dare we each walked, one at a time, nude up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the driveway nude.

This was merely boys experimenting and playing and we understood that we didn’t want to be found so there was an element of risk and anxiety of being discovered that overshadowed everything. Private Nudity, My Own Skin Within a couple of years I discovered that easing my pajamas away after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt amazing.

It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon started removing my clothes when my parents were outside so that I could walk across the house nude, dashing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt fantastic but by necessity stayed my mystery. Soon, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window in the centre of the night and revel in the nighttime atmosphere nude. We lived in a built-up neighborhood on a hill with open space behind the home. At first I ‘d roam the grassy hillside in of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin.

I particularly enjoyed wet nights. The sound of the storm made me feel more safe about not being caught going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. After I ‘d walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street having a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk nude in a larger region.

I understood the terrain very well and one night I was especially audacious and did a big loop walking from that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where homes were not built right on the road) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothing that I had left behind. I can’t believe I did this or that, as a teenager, I didn’t get caught. -Tom San Francisco, California Category. I shared a bedroom with my 2 younger brothers, sleeping in the top bunk of a bunk bed.

Our house was quite little. I remember bathing with one of my brothers,, right up to my early adolescents. My youngest brother, Ian, and sister Julie, who was younger still, also bathed together.

At all other times, however, we wore garments, though in the hot Aussie summers, it was often only shorts and undies. My sister constantly wore a shirt too. None of my family were nudists, and my mum was from a strict Catholic foundation. I’ve never seen her nude. I do remember all of us boys and dad showering nude in the dressing sheds at the shore, and how often there were guys sunbaking naked in the open courtyard at the center of the dressing pavillion.

I did not think anything was with that. When I was 12, I was at high school and my class went to the shore for an trip. It was an all boys school. I recall one of my classmates (his name was Geoff also!) taking off his swimmers and skinny dipping in a rock pool.

I was not 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 naked. I’d wear pyjamas to bed, then take them off. They always seemed worn because I’d shove them down below the covers. I was never comfortable if I need to sleep in pyjamas.

I did not understand anything about nudism, and wondered whether I was strange or something, but I began to go nude at home when everyone else was out. I nearly got caught bare by an aged guy who used to visit us often. I ‘d really gone out the back door nude (it was early evening), and I had to dart back inside fast, shut the door, and act like no-one was home! Another thing I did was to go to bed after than anyone else. It became my job to lock up the back door during the night before going to sleep. I used this as the opportunity to be bare, even in the centre of winter. I loved being naked under the stars!

Sometimes, I’d walk or run around the block nude (I’d have been about 15-17 when I did this). It was somewhat daring, going by the houses of all neighbours who knew me so well, with not a stitch on! The last 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 had never had the bravery (unlike other young people whose stories are on this website) to tell my parents I needed to go naked.

At the end of my final year of high school, I turned 18 and went on a excursion for about 10 days with a few of my school mates and one of our teachers. We camped in the grounds of the neighborhood Catholic primary school and there were a number of beaches nearby. One night, wearing just a pair of Speedo swimmers, I went out by myself to one of the beaches. I quickly took them off, and ran into the water naked. It was wonderful! I made the decision to remain naked after finishing my swim, and walked up from the beach to the nearby road. It was probably about 11pm, so I thought I’d go for a jog in the nude.

I made the decision to put my swimmers down in a place I’d remember, so I really could chicken out. It was such a buzz! Would you believe I accidentally jogged past the Police Station in the nude? Again, a couple of car drivers honked, but streakers were fairly common then! I first went naked in front of others of my age at a nude beach when going to University, and that was usually an extremely positive experience. It was also amazing to see that there were girls who loved being naked too! Our family had a pool in our backyard deep in the heart of suburbia, and I remember wondering whether I ‘d safely placed the chaise couch out of the perspective of any readily offended (or easily titillated) neighbors’ eyes as I snitched a few minutes whenever I really could get the chance to experience precisely what the summer sun felt like on my naked body And many late nights, after the remaining part of the family had gone to bed, I would gently ease ito the pool for a skinny dip.

Turned out to be a amazing natural high. Interestingly enough, I decided to attend school at UC San Diego. During the orientation tour of the campus, the counsel told us incoming freshmen about nearby Black’s Beach — and expressed some surprise when many of us didn’t know about its staus as one of the best known nude beaches in the country. So, I knew right then and there where I would be taking the majority of my study breaks.

I must say, though, that I experienced what I’d anticipate is a normal degree of trepidation when faced with a first-time nude beach encounter. I recall visiting the shore a few times, and remaining clothed, attempting to decide whether I was “safe”. I saw that the beach was huge and spread out such that one could very much maintain a sense of having “personal space”, at what felt like a comfortable distance from other beach-goers whose reasons for being there might be drastically less than innocent. Finally, the bait of what I had in the rear of my head always desired to experience won out, and one day I took my new boogie-board down to beach, and without reluctance lost my swimsuit. I raced down to the water, still a little nervous, trying not to make eye contact with the few people that were nearby. I plunged in the waves, and quickly realized I was having the time of my own life.

I drove the waves for a while, loving the sensation, feeling like my body was made for. I worn out after some time, and chose to head back up to the beach.

Feeling more relaxed and assured now, I looked around at some of the others present. I should probably mention here that I Have been blessed with some pretty good genes, and I should probably also mention that it was impossible not to see the — well, stares — of lots of the gay men present. After a moment or two of nervousness, I instantly decided that this was essentially a public place, and going nude was my pick, and that I could not actually stop anyone who wanted to look at me from looking. And that as long as they kept a considerable distance and refrained from outwardly lewd behavior or unwanted advances or harassment, I’d merely accept the “eye contact” as a compliment, and think no more of it and love myself. I was pleased when it turned out that my fellow naked people behaved just as I ‘d figured they’d.

And my attitude toward the naked encounter is pretty much the same now — taking off my clothing is a choice I make, but I can’t control what you do. In the event you would like to look, go ahead and look, but I trust that you just will not harass or otherwise act distastefully. To this day, my recollections of my many, many nude trips to that shore are some of my greatest memories. Recently, I Have been land-locked, so to speak, near Sacramento, but it’s consistently been in the back of my mind to get back to Black’s.

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We constantly strive to bring you the hottest materials from the hottest of the nude beaches. When you look at the pictures of this young nudist enthusiast and her friend you will get convinced that we know how to do our job. It is challenging to find a truly beautiful woman that is not just a pretty face, but a natural born photo model as well. But we are truly devoted enthusiasts and confirmed fans of nudism and nude beach arts, so we never leave this place empty-handed. Just check out these absolutely gorgeous girls whom we persuaded to pose for our cameras while they were chilling out and having some rocking good time on the nude beach that we so often visit! Frisky and playful, definitely feeling safe because of each other’s support and the undoubted gallantry and professionalism of our staff, they made perfect nude models for our database. The girls splashed around in water and rolled in the sand, letting tiny sand particles stick to their wet bums and bouncy breasts.

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