My first naked outside experience

nudist-family-storyHello to all, this is my first post on this forum and it comes after my first visit to a clothing optional resort.
My first naked outside experience occurred when I was probably 10. My cousins dared me to run around our grandmother’s house naked. I took the dare and loved it. I have looked for chances to be naked outside ever since. However, being raised in a conservative family and now married to a wonderful woman who was also raised conservatively I haven’t had many opportunities.
I am naked around the house as much as possible, but that is becoming limited these days as our daughter is getting older and our conservative upbringing and ideas of modesty are causing me to be clothed more around her. The cover up was causing me to go a little crazy though, I needed to be naked somewhere. I was doing stupid things, going naked in places that if I was caught I could get in trouble.
All that said, the wife and kids were out of town this weekend, so I took the opportunity to go to a clothing optional resort nearby and try it out for a little while.
I had two main concerns going in, one of which had been eased by reading other posts on this forum. I was afraid of getting an erection. Didn’t happen, not even close. My other concern, and guys you’ll appreciate this, was that after swimming, exercise, or just being nervous my penis and testicles shrivel up and I feel like I look like a five year old. I was afraid that the anxiousness associated with my first experience being nude publicly would cause this to occur and I would be self concious about perceived size. A quick check of the situation about five minutes before I arrived confirmed that fear. I was anxious and so were the boys. However, after a quick tour with the owner and checking in for the day I was feeling pretty relaxed. Less worried about a first experience and more pleased with the opportunity to do something that I knew I wanted to do. Without nervousness or hesitation I parked the car and used it as my locker. With people walking around both clothed and nude and stripped off right there and headed for the pool. And I am happy to report the boys were hanging loose, so fear number two turned out to be a non factor.
As for the visit itself, it was so so. I went alone, and while the people were friendly and said hello, most kept to themselves. There wasn’t much going on at the time. There were probably 30 to 40 people around the pool and that was it. No one was in the lodge or hot tub, so the pool and lounge deck where the only choices for socializing.
All in all is was a good experience. Like most who post about their first time, my nervousness was gone very quickly. Now I just need to convince my wife that it is a good idea for her to try it.

it was our first time at any nudist facility

nudistfamilysexMy wife and I visited a club for the first time. In fact, it was our first time at any nudist facility.
Our previous experience had only been with a few select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and usually involved that courage builder, alcohol. Now here we were sober, with total strangers, and about to get nude. We were abruptly introduced to social nudism when we walked into the office. And we thought Fridays were casual, hah. Our membership guides went out of their way to ease our fears, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we have changed clothes in a parking lot before, we can honestly say its the first time we ever took it all off. My God. Out in the open. Where we could be seen. Are we crazy?
Our guides gave us the tour and explained rules, etc. (Damn, everyone is naked.) They also gave us a history of the club and introduced us to some of the members. (Damn, we’re naked too.) By time we made it to the beach, we were beginning to relax. Well not completely, after all we don’t have any clothes on in front of all of these people.
After lying in the sun for awhile and slowly beginning to grow accustomed, we decided to take a walk around the area with all of the trailers. Walking down the middle of the road, buck naked. Whoa, that’s one we wouldn’t have thought we’d do. There are some very creative people. Some of the trailers and cabins were really nice. But the people were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing cars without a stitch of clothing. We’re bordering on sensory overload now.
Getting back to the beach, we decided to shower. Between nerves and our hike, we had worked up quite a sweat. Another new experience, taking in a shower, outside, naked, with every Tom, Dick, and Betty walking by or joining us. The brain has now gone dead. It can’t take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, Mother Nature decided to send some thunder boomies in. We wondered what nudists do when it rains. After all, there’s no clothes to get wet. But we soon found out that it is cold, and if it rains hard enough can hurt. Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was getting close to the membership social hour anyhow. While waiting, we talked to a very pleasant elderly lady. We couldn’t help but reminded by that old Allen Funt movie “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the brain is already dead, it didn’t register that we were talking to an individual who could very well be our grandmother and she’s naked.
It was at the social hour that the final barriers were broke. Outside we could maintain our space and the invisible barrier, but here we were in extremely close proximity to naked men, women, and children. Just as the brain was beginning to come back to life, it shut down again.
As the social hour was breaking up, the skies cleared. Everyone was getting ready for the luau, but unfortunately we had to leave and get back home to our daughter. After smelling the pig roasting all day long, it was a disappointment not to be able to stay.
Seriously, after the initial fears wore off, which really didn’t take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All of the members were very friendly and couldn’t wait to brag about their club. Most of our apprehension was more on what to expect than the nudity aspect although body acceptance is perhaps the hardest part of a social nude environment. I did miss my pockets. After all, what do I do with my hands?
Then it was back to the car and what the hell?? We got to put clothes on. That sucks.

It was our first time at any nudist facility

nudist-family-pornMy wife and I visited a club for the first time. In fact, it was our first time at any nudist facility.
Our previous experience had only been with a few select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and usually involved that courage builder, alcohol. Now here we were sober, with total strangers, and about to get nude. We were abruptly introduced to social nudism when we walked into the office. And we thought Fridays were casual, hah. Our membership guides went out of their way to ease our fears, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we have changed clothes in a parking lot before, we can honestly say its the first time we ever took it all off. My God. Out in the open. Where we could be seen. Are we crazy?
Our guides gave us the tour and explained rules, etc. (Damn, everyone is naked.) They also gave us a history of the club and introduced us to some of the members. (Damn, we’re naked too.) By time we made it to the beach, we were beginning to relax. Well not completely, after all we don’t have any clothes on in front of all of these people.
After lying in the sun for awhile and slowly beginning to grow accustomed, we decided to take a walk around the area with all of the trailers. Walking down the middle of the road, buck naked. Whoa, that’s one we wouldn’t have thought we’d do. There are some very creative people. Some of the trailers and cabins were really nice. But the people were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing cars without a stitch of clothing. We’re bordering on sensory overload now.
Getting back to the beach, we decided to shower. Between nerves and our hike, we had worked up quite a sweat. Another new experience, taking in a shower, outside, naked, with every Tom, Dick, and Betty walking by or joining us. The brain has now gone dead. It can’t take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, Mother Nature decided to send some thunder boomies in. We wondered what nudists do when it rains. After all, there’s no clothes to get wet. But we soon found out that it is cold, and if it rains hard enough can hurt. Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was getting close to the membership social hour anyhow. While waiting, we talked to a very pleasant elderly lady. We couldn’t help but reminded by that old Allen Funt movie “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the brain is already dead, it didn’t register that we were talking to an individual who could very well be our grandmother and she’s naked.
nudist-family-pussy-picsIt was at the social hour that the final barriers were broke. Outside we could maintain our space and the invisible barrier, but here we were in extremely close proximity to naked men, women, and children. Just as the brain was beginning to come back to life, it shut down again.
As the social hour was breaking up, the skies cleared. Everyone was getting ready for the luau, but unfortunately we had to leave and get back home to our daughter. After smelling the pig roasting all day long, it was a disappointment not to be able to stay.
Seriously, after the initial fears wore off, which really didn’t take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All of the members were very friendly and couldn’t wait to brag about their club. Most of our apprehension was more on what to expect than the nudity aspect although body acceptance is perhaps the hardest part of a social nude environment. I did miss my pockets. After all, what do I do with my hands?
Then it was back to the car and what the hell?? We got to put clothes on. That sucks.

I had ever gone nude in front of

nudist-family-picsA little bit about me first: my name is Jessica Lowe, I’m 16 and I live in Nottingham with my mother and my younger sister Catherine (Cat), who’s 12 (my parents are divorced and my dad lives in Manchester). And I’m proud to say that I’m a nudist!
When I was growing up, I never thought about being naked. It wasn’t that my parents brought me up to believe nudity was wrong in any way – it was just something that regular people didn’t do. I was a person, so i had to wear clothes. It wasn’t bad to be naked, it just wasn’t the done thing! That’s what I thought growing up. Being naked was just what you were in the bath or between clothes! It never crossed my mind that you could be naked for any other reason (I was too young even for the “birds and bees”).
That kind of changed for me when i was about 11 or 12 (I forget exactly). It was a summer’s night and it was really hot, like heatwave temperature. I’d been trying to get to sleep for ages with no luck; it was just too hot. I climbed out of bed, stripped off my pyjamas and threw them across the room. It was the first time I had ever got naked not to either shower or put other clothes on, and it felt very strange. But I got back into bed and managed to get to sleep.
After a bit I woke back up again – I was thirsty so I got out of bed and went down the corridor to get a drink. I was half way between my bedroom and the bathroom before I woke up enough to realise I didn’t have any clothes on! I could’ve panicked and run back to my room to get dressed, but instead i just kept on walking. I was very nervous that someone would wake up and find me, but I loved the feeling of being nude so I kept on, got a drink from the bathroom and went back to bed. For a long time after, though, that was my only nude experience. It just didn’t occur to me I could repeat it for fun! That changed last year, when I was 15. There were a couple of TV programmes that caught my attention, about streakers and nudists, and I watched them and became curious. I remembered my experience that summer night and how good and different it had felt to be nude, and was amazed to discover that this was something some people did all the time. I went on the internet and found some nudist websites and realised ‘hey, this is something I can do, too!’ The first time I actually tried it was almost a year ago (mid last April). I was alone in the house and had just had a shower. There were no towels around, so I had to go downstairs and get one from the dryer. Normally, I’d put a robe on to do this but as I was alone I thought, ‘why bother?’ I went downstairs nude and the dryer was by the back door… At that point I think I kinda went into a bit of a trance – I opened the back door and went outside without really thinking. I stepped out into the back yard and just kind of stood there, overcome by the experience. It was the first time I’d been outside nude ever – it was an awesome; I’d never felt anything like it before and I loved it!
So that’s how I started to really love being nude, and from then on I definitely wanted to do it more. But I didn’t want to tell my family because I didn’t think they would approve at all (like I said earlier, I’d been brought up not to believe that nudity was wrong, just that it wasn’t to be done – ‘normal’ people just didn’t go around naked), so I kept my nude activities a secret. I actually started out by doing some streaks first – sneaking out at night when everyone was in bed just so i could enjoy being nude outside. I live in the suburbs, but it’s a quiet area at night so I felt pretty safe and actually had some great experiences!
nudist-family-pictureI soon started being nude at home when my family went out and left me in the house alone, and pretty soon it got to the point where I would strip off my clothes as soon as I heard them go out of the door. If the weather was nice, I’d go out into the back garden (we have quite high fences and the neighbours on either side have trees, so it always felt pretty private), otherwise I’d just stay in the house watching TV, doing my homework or whatever, only nude, which made even these boring little things much more enjoyable!
By this time, what with the information I was finding out on the internet, and the amount of time that I was spending nude (basically whenever I got the chance), I had decided I was definitely a “nudist,” this great word that I had heard but never applied to myself before. I felt like shouting to the world; “I AM A NUDIST” at the top of my voice, but at the same time I was really scared how people would react if they knew – they hadn’t seen the same programmes and visited the same sites that I had, so they would think what I did was wrong, and perverted, even though I knew it wasn’t…
Eventually I decided I would tell my best friend, Amisha; she was my own age and so wouldn’t judge me, and after all, if I couldn’t trust her, who could I trust? I plucked up the courage and told her one day when we were walking home from school. I asked her if she knew what nudism was and what she thought about it, and she was kind of puzzled and said; “it’s okay for people who like it, I guess.” Then I just blurted out that I thought that I might be a nudist; and she laughed! I explained that i enjoyed being without clothes when I was at home and it was really becoming an important part of my life, so wanted to be honest and tell her. She was pretty surprised, but then she said that it was my body I was choosing to uncover so I had the right to do that if I wanted, and if something felt good then I should be able to do it, and she was proud that I had the courage to do that! That made me feel so great – the first person I had told accepted me as a nudist and understood how important it was to me! This gave my confidence in myself, in my body and in my nudism a major boost.
Telling Amisha had another benefit, because it meant that I had someone to go out with and increase my experience of nudism. Amisha was never interested in going nude herself at all, and still isn’t, but it was good that I had a friend to go places with so I could be nude for long periods away from the house. We started finding isolated spots to go to where I could undress and be nude – either taking a (fairly long) walk into the countryside until we found a secluded spot in fields or woodland where I would undress and we’d just sit and chat or, once school broke up for summer, we started going into the woods and fields next to the school playing fields (with no kids around the whole area was deserted and I could lay out and walk round in the nude quite happily). I never would have been able to do this alone, but with Amisha with me I felt much safer because now she could keep lookout for me and warn me if anyone was coming, and also I was less likely to get into trouble if I wasn’t alone – if anyone caught us she would help me come up with an excuse, such as ‘she’s on a dare,’ or ‘we were only sunbathing’ and it would be much more believable than if I was on my own.
It was a big step for me, too, because Amisha was the first person I had ever gone nude in front of. I mean, I’d been to slumber parties with friends where we all shared one room and got changed there together, and when we go clothes shopping we’ll often all go in the same fitting room, but I’d never been completely nude in front of someone before like that, so the fact I was able to do that was another major boost to my confidence!
I had some great experiences that summer and Amisha got be really understanding of how important being nude was to me, but it still wasn’t an ideal situation for me. I was still really nervous that I would get discovered and get into trouble, and I also knew that my outdoor activities would have to stop when we started back at school and the weather got colder. I could always be nude at home, but only when my family was out, and I was getting tired of diving for my clothes as soon as i heard the car pull into the driveway. I decided I was going to have to take the biggest step of my life, and tell mum and Cat that I was a nudist…
I really wanted to tell them now, but I could never get up the nerve to just come out with it. I knew that there was nothing wrong in what I was doing, but I wasn’t certain mum would see it like that! It got to late October last year (2002) and I still hadn’t come clean about it, so I decided I was going to have to try a different approach…
I wanted to see how my family would react before I committee to telling them, so I started walking round the house in various states of undress and letting my mum see me. First I just started getting clothes out of the drier wearing my jeans and a bra, and no-one said anything. Then one day I decided to go downstairs in just my underwear. I sat on the sofa reading a magazine like that, and my mum stuck her head round the door and said, ‘”Jess, put some clothes on!” But she did it in a jokey way, and when I was still there in my underwear when she came back later she just smiled and shook her head, but didn’t say anything about it.
This gave me more confidence, so I started doing stuff like leaving my bedroom door open all the time when I was changing my clothes, and lying on my bed in my underwear instead of getting dressed straight away; stuff like that. I just basically wanted to get my mum and Cat used to me not always being totally dressed, so that when i dropped my nudist bombshell it wasn’t so hard for them to accept!
My plan went on like this and eventually I was managing to get away with coming out of the shower carrying my towel instead of wrapping it round me, so I thought it was probably the right time. This was in early November last year (2002), and I decided I would go for it. I took a shower one Saturday morning, towelled my hair dry and then, with nothing on at all, went downstairs into the kitchen. I was really nervous because I didn’t know what mum would say, but when I went into the kitchen she just stared open-mouthed. I got a 7-up from the fridge and went back upstairs – neither of us said a word, she was too shocked and I was too nervous! I didn’t get dressed then, just lay on my bed with my door open and drank my drink. I knew mum wouldn’t just say nothing about what I’d just done, and sure enough, after a few minutes, she came upstairs and said “we need to talk…”
I put my bathrobe on because I didn’t want to make mum feel uncomfortable, and she sat down on the bed and said “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to tell me something…” She’d kind of already figured out that maybe I was trying to get her used to this, so I just sort of spilled everything out. I told her that I had been going nude in the house when she and Cat were out (I didn’t tell her about any of the other things I’d done though) and that I enjoyed it. I told her I felt more comfortable this way and it made me happy, and that I thought I was a nudist. I think the fact that I used the word nudist showed her how serious I was, that it wasn’t just some crazy experimentation, but that being nude was part of my lifestyle and very important to me. I asked her how she would feel if I were to be nude at home, and said I wouldn’t if she didn’t feel comfortable with me doing it…
She was quiet for a bit and then said that she didn’t really see anything wrong with it if it was just in front of her and my sister, as we were all girls together anyway. She said if it was how I wanted to live then she didn’t really see any harm in it, and that I was old enough now that I could act responsibly about something like that.
She did set down a few rules, though. I wasn’t allowed to go nude if there were any guests or visitors in the house, and I had to get dressed if we had a family meal together. I also had to make sure Cat was OK with it, so I took the robe off and went to talk to her. Cat didn’t seem at all shocked when I came into her room nude, and she was completely nonplussed when I asked her if she minded me walking around naked – she just said “don’t you do that anyway?” She’d obviously seen me a few more times than mum had, and she said it didn’t matter to her. She asked why, though, and I said that I was because it feels good and makes me happy, and she said if that was the case then she didn’t mind at all, which I thought was a really nice thing to say! So that was great, because now I could be nude at home almost all the time, which was awesome. I spent the rest of that weekend nude and only got dressed for meals. I took very quickly to coming home from school and just going straight upstairs and undressing. Mum was a bit awkward at first but she soon got used to me being nude all the time.
She was really strict about the rules, though – as soon as the doorbell rang she would yell “Jess, are you decent?!” and I’d have to run upstairs and either shut my door or get dressed. Also, she wouldn’t let me sit down to dinner unless I had my clothes on. It was starting to make me feel awkward and unhappy – over the past few months I had really learned to accept my body and not be ashamed of being naked, and that had been a really good feeling, and now the way mum was acting was making me feel as if I had something to be ashamed of that should be kept hidden. I was caught out one time when Cat brought some friends back unannounced and I was nude in the living room. I was really embarrassed and I didn’t know why – it shouldn’t have bothered me that they had seen me naked, but it did…
By now I had begun talking to other young nudists online and collecting websites and stuff, so I decided I needed to ‘educate’ mum! I told her I sensed she wasn’t very happy with my nudism, really, and that it was making me feel ashamed and unhappy about myself. She was actually really surprised but admitted that she could see now that the way she was acting was making me feel ashamed of my body, even though that wasn’t her intention. I reassured her that me being a nudist wasn’t sexual, that it wasn’t about showing off ‘certain parts’ of my body, but it was about doing normal stuff just with having no clothes on at all. I showed her some websites and emails, to show that I wasn’t the only teenage girl out there that had chosen this lifestyle and that it was nothing weird or sexual, just a comfortable, enjoyable way of living for certain people.
This had a good effect on mum. She looked at the stuff I showed her and admitted she perhaps hadn’t fully understood what I was doing before. She said that from now on she would treat me more responsibly, and that I could decide whether to stay nude or get dressed. I could be nude for dinner if that’s how I felt comfortable, and if people came round then I could decide whether to let them see me nude or not. She did say that it would be courteous to warn them in advance if possible that I might be nude and she said she’d do that with all of her friends.
So now I was much happier. I could be nude at home whenever I wanted (which was pretty much all the time, unless i had a reason to wear clothes), and I felt like she trusted me much more to make decisions – after all, it’s my body and I can decide who gets to see it! Since then, most of the regular visitors to our house know that I am a nudist. Andy, my mum’s business partner (she owns an art supplies shop) has seen me naked lots now. He’s been a friend of the family since I was 2, so it didn’t feel that weird the first time I went nude while he was there. I asked him first though and he teaches life drawing at the local college some evenings, so he said he was used to being around nude models and didn’t have a problem with my nudity at all.
All of this did my confidence so much good. I no longer felt any shame about being a nudist, so I decided it was time for me to let some more of my friends know. I told my two friends Sophie and Alexandra (Alex), and they were both really accepting of my nudism, too. They are the main two friends that come round my house, so it was important to me that they knew and accepted it, so that it wouldn’t be a problem if I was nude when they came round. It was a bit awkward the first time they came round after that because I was dressed, and I told them i was going to get undressed and went off upstairs to do that, and when I came back down they didn’t know where to look at first! But they soon got used to it and were soon carrying on like normal, just as if i was dressed.
Sophie was cool about it, but kept asking me loads of questions about what being nude all the time was like. In the end I said to her that she might like to try it for herself, and she admitted that she kind of wanted to, but she hadn’t known how to ask me. So she came round my house that evening and I was already nude. There was no-one else in, just me and her, and I let her in and went upstairs to get a CD. When I came back downstairs there was a pile of clothes on the living room floor and Sophie was stood there nude looking pretty awkward. I asked her if she was okay and she said she was fine, so I said did she want to go outside? She nodded and we went into the back garden together. Once she was outside she really seemed to relax and kept going on about how wonderful she felt, and when we went back inside she was totally cool. She picked up her clothes, and dumped them on my bedroom floor and said they were staying there until she went home. Since then Sophie will often go nude at my house, especially if it’s just me and her (she tends to stay dressed if other people are here although my mum, sister, Alex and Amisha have all seen her going nude). She hasn’t told her parents yet and says she never will, because she just doesn’t think they’ll accept her, which is a shame, but then she does have three brothers, so I guess things are different for her…
That time with Sophie was a big moment for me, because it was the first time I had been nude with someone else who was also nude, and it was great to not be the only one any more. A little while later it snowed, and I managed to convince Cat it would be a good idea to go and have a snowball fight both nude. She hadn’t showed much interest in nudity before, though she had become more relaxed about it, leaving her bedroom door open all the time and coming out of the shower without a towel on, stuff like that. But we went outside both nude and played in the snow in the back garden and it was great (though very cold!)… She hasn’t really gone nude much since, but she says she probably will in the summer if its nice weather.

The Sunday morning dawned bright – nudist story

nudist-family-photosThe Sunday morning dawned bright and early and we had plans to check out of the apartment as soon as possible, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.
However, we hadn’t reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon and the Hastings Street area being closed down for this event. The agent we had booked through was right in the middle of this area and we ended up parking further away than our apartment had been from the agent. This was our first obstacle soon followed by trying to find somewhere for breakfast, which ultimately proved too hard and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to grab a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Talking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also discovered that access to Alexandria Bay was possible from Sunshine Beach and was a far shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we quickly headed off and found a parking space from this side of the park.
The walk in was shorter, only just more than 1km but had none of the dramatic scenery of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the beach and started looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the beach there was already a group starting to form but it seemed to be predominantly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we had camped the previous day.
The site was easily located as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the previous day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were quickly out of our clothes and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling around in her backpack – she then pulled out her bikini and draped it over the branch, then the towel was carefully laid out, she sat down and started to disrobe stopping when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong I’ve ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that off, and she explained that she might get nude later in the day, if her confidence came again.
nudist-family-picWe laid there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite a few people had gathered in our vicinity and along the entire beach. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, and the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both naked. When we got out onto the sandbank the water was about waist deep and we stood there and crashed against the waves as they rolled in, soon Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to shore there was a line of five guys just standing on the water’s edge watching us frolic. None of these men had been there when we had entered the water and we would have to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank and the beach) we waited for these guys to move on before leaving the water. After a few minutes this had not happened so Angela used her usual diplomatic style and yelled at them, “Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!”
She had an immediate effect and the men scattered, allowing us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for a while when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had been naked but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us. We didn’t have a problem with that and conversation easily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had suggested Noosa for the surfing and really liked surfing in the very light crowds at Alexandria Bay. She had found the place suitably isolated that she had started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was fine.
We asked if the boyfriend (I don’t remember his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem with her being nude. Sarah went on to explain that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he believed she was getting naked to upset him. Apparently Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself hoping to find some female company and they would meet up later in the day.
Sarah didn’t say it but it was obvious that possessiveness was a real issue between them. Anyway the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we had a few swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained invisible. The four of us remained naked for the rest of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the beach together, and took a few photos of the beach – respecting naturist photo etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not studying and really doesn’t know what is happening with her life, except a vague plan of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. It is a life plan I struggle to understand.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of travel (the one after always carry a towel) “always wear fresh underwear” we all had the novel experience of getting dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she intended following the nude thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suspect it is just a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom just at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went into the toilets and removed the offending item and flew home commando.

I used to sneak out of my house naked

all-in-the-family-nudeI used to sneak out of my house naked (we were lucky and had a big back yard that was pretty protected) and just lie in the hammock. That probably started when I was 11 or so.
First in public was two years ago 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’d just stay inside and play video games.) But like a lot of other people have said, once you’re in a real naturist spot, and the girls are looking at you like you’re a freak because you have your suit on, it gets easier.
After about three hours or so I totally forgot I was nude and almost 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 wanted I was like “bring it on” but then when we got there I was like, ok we’re in this together and if I get lucky she’ll come to the campfire tonight lol and honestly, honestly didn’t really think about the fact we were both naked. (Hi Allison! lol )
all-nudist-family-girls-onlyI know I’m babbling but I just would love for Americans to get past this crazy hangup and learn to enjoy nature and the feeling of being free. I know for a fact that three girls in my class in college study naked (truth in truth or dare) but two of them think a nude beach is sinful. And there are guys on my soccer team who have never showered in a gym lockerroom because they’re too shy.
Dudes, get a life. People are going to make fun of you because of how you act, not how you look nude.

Day visitor to a nudist club

A couple of years ago on a hot July day I decided to skip a day off work and go as a day visitor to a nudist club near to where I was working.
42495776I had signed in and was just getting my day bag out of the car when a young lady pulled up and asked me if this was the Croft club. I told her she was right and directed her to where she had to go and register. I went in to the club and settled myself down to enjoy the day. Not long after this young lady walked past and we began to chat. Shortening the story a little she brought her towel etc and sat beside me. We had a great time chatting away on all things nudist with more than one break to enjoy the lovely pool for a cool down.
Late into the afternoon or maybe early evening I decided that I was going to pack up and head for home. I said that I was planning to leave but within half an hour I would be walking naked through the forest. It had become a regular thing with me that on my way home from work or the gym I would stop off at this forest and take a walk in the nude. I always kept a pair of shorts wit me to cover up if I met anybody which I had done more than once. On hearing that I would be taking a forest walk nude she said that she would love to join me but she was not planning to leave till late evening when the heat had subsided as she did not have a/c in her car. I told her that if she rearly wanted to have a nude forest walk I would drive her there and back in my car that has a/c. At this she accepted, picked up her handbag and a very small sarong and walked to the exit.
We both got into the car nude and drove for about 40 minutes to the forest passing through a small town, stopping at traffic lights the works. Nobody noticed we were both nude. At the forest we parked up near another car, not in the normal car park. We got out of the car and walked off up this track into the forest. She had her little sarong and I had my shorts for cover should we need it. We walked for at least half an hour and just as we were making our way back towards the car we spotted a chap. He had definatly seen that we were nude so I said that there was not point in hiding or for that matter covering up so we didn’t. We chatted to the chap for a few minutes and he walked back with us to where we and he had parked our cars. There was a third car parked with us and while we were chatting standing by our cars we spotted a couple at the top of the track heading our way. Must be the couple from the third car. We continued chatting to this chap Kath, the lady, and I nude the chap still dressed when out of the corner of my eye I spotted that this other couple were much closer and that they were both nude. When they got up to us they told us that they had been in the forest nude sunbathing most of the afternoon and when they spotted us both nude decided to continue there nude time. We then made our good byes and got into the car still nude for the return journey to the club. The other couple decided to drive home nude as well.
So all in all I drove for over two hours nude that day. It was fantastic.

My name is Elizabeth and I liked to share my first nudist encounter

62925781My name is Elizabeth and I liked to share my first nudist encounter with all the universe and I believed this may be the very best location to do this. I needed to share not only my story on you, but my first naked image which was ever shot by another person, outside. However, the image is only half the story and while I’m sure you are going to adore the photograph (how’s that for modesty?), I believe that many of you’ll also want to learn how a girl like me, a shy girl which hasn’t done anything crazy in her life, determined to take it all away and show the world her whole bod.
I was raised in a family that could possibly best be described as an extremely conservative one. There was never discuss sex in our home, there was never talk of nudity, there was no HBO, things like that. This resulted in me becoming rather self-conscious and rather to myself from the very beginning. On the flip side, the majority of my buddies were stop like that; the marvels of growing up in the 21st century, I think.
We’ve been checking out all the most popular spots in Mexico for several years back and we had fantastic time each and every year.
And this day, I overheard a fine Swedish couple from our resort discussing going to a nudist beach nearby. They were in their forties and still fairly appealing, her in particular. And then I did something I ‘d never done before.
It was the very first time that I went to a nudist beach and I actually felt like fish out of water in the beginning. All those nude people, so ignorant of the reality that they’re nude, it was something else. The Swedish couple was likewise naked as soon as they reached the shore. She seemed amazing. Then I determined that I ‘ve nothing to be ashamed of and I took off my clothing too. I never believed something easy like that could be so liberating. I felt like an entirely new man just by taking off my bikini. She said that I’ll want a picture of myself nude on a beach for the very first time and she wasn’t erroneous. It’s this picture.
Being naked was just so amazing. In the beginning, you believe like everyone is looking at you, but you soon realize this isn’t true. You’re yourself, you’re free and you’re feeling things you never had before. I really could feel sunlight on my flesh like never before and the cool water as well as the wind. I felt so naughty and so hot like I ‘d never felt before. It was more than great, it was life-transforming. I’ll never forget my first time and now I got a picture to really go with it. I am hoping you love it.

Having been subjected to nudist magazines as a kid

First Time Encounter

50478185This may look a little strange, but I first got interested in nudism once I was about ten years old. I read the Adam & Eve story and wondered what it’d be like to be naked outside. So I went out to a patch of woods near our home and took off my clothing.

It felt amazing with the sunlight and atmosphere on my naked body. I am intending to join WhiteThorn Lodge this year.

I additionally have being to Avalon Resort in WV.they’ve a naked bike show there in the summertime. It’s almost always a great time.

-Bob H.
Mannington, West Virginia
Scared, But For What?

Eventually the year which I turned 40 I got brave enough to really enter the gate and discover what I was missing.

as soon as I disrobed in the parking lot I felt completely relaxed. This is actually the very first time which I went into the pool and allow the suns rays dry me and felt the wind softly caress my whole body.

Now I go to Rock Lodge with my fiance. Rock Lodge was her first encounter. It was the very first time which I walked in the rain naked and I also had the chance to drive my car that way too. We locate the folks there to be somewhat friendly and we feel really relaxed there.

What I was afraid of I ‘ll never understand but I’m happy I took that first step several years past.

-Jim A.
New Jersey
Proud To Be an Advocate

Having been subjected to nudist magazines as a kid, I included the pleasure of being naked. It was not until I went off to school that I was able to really join a club in Spokane, WA. What a delight having the ability to be with other like minded individuals of all ages.

While I am kind of detached from the west side clubs and resorts here in Oregon, I more than ever dedicated to the nudist lifestyle and encourage it every chance I get with relatives and buddies. I can not think of a better way to spend time dwelling or when the weather is fine outside. When you have tried it, you will never look back.

-Rod N.
Pendleton,, Oregon
I selected San Francisco as my domicile. When we moved to California, we lived with Sharon’s mom until we located an apartment.

The topic of the show was free beaches. I understood what they were but Sharon did not have a hint. I ‘d not brought up nudism with her since I had a poor encounter with a previous girlfriend I attempted to introduce to nudism.

Sharon requested (in a kidding manner,)”you would like to check that out, do not you?”

I mentioned, “Sure!” I mentioned, “Excellent!, let us do it!” The following week the show had folks from nudist resorts talking about national bare weekend.

The host asked why folks would go to a resort and pay earth fees when they could visit the free beaches. They gave several great reasons. Sharon said the resorts seemed better and if we go we’ll go there. I asked her if she needed to visit Santa Cruz. We put on suits, short pants and tshirts. Sharon inquired where I was going; I said it was a surprise. as soon as I pulled in to a drive, she inquired again.

I told her it was a spot we heard about on the radio. She was uneasy. I mentioned since we were here let us take the tour, that we did not have to remain. We took the tour, the guide said if we needed to remain drive in, take our clothes away and love! I managed to talk her into remaining a half hour.

She inquired if we needed to get naked right away. She said no, get comfy, than get naked. We drove in, I got naked, but Sharon did not right away. It took her no time to take all her clothing away. She said she felt out of place with her clothing on.

Sharon passed away 9/11/2001. Not a great day! I restarted nudism after her departure.

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
My First Naked Encounter

28987461I ‘d been reading nudist magazines since I was in high school, beginning about 1950. At first I looked at the images, but after becoming bored I began to read the magazines. I determined that someday I’d want to be a nudist.

I continued to purchase magazines while in the A.F. but at that time the law occasionally raided the nudist camps so I never attempted to go.

I drove to the camp. as soon as I arrived the woman in the gate inquired if I’d written to get permission to go to. I said no. I told him I ‘d been reading nudist magazines for many years and needed to be a nudist.

He said to bring her next time that I came. I said I’d attempt. Following the spring session was over we both went home and restarted relationship. In around three weeks I requested Josie to go with me to this camp I’d seen in Indiana. I told her it proved to be a real fine area, the folks were pleasant and friendly, there was a pond to swim in, volleyball courts, etc. I said I believed she’d appreciate it.

She kept asking to find out more and I eventually told her we could go skinny dipping in the pond. When she learned that she inquired if this place was a nudist colony.

In those days there was no Internet for advice so I ‘d nothing to direct me to describe nudism to her. She called me a pervert, smacked my face and broke our relationship. Gee, I wish I’d understood the best way to describe nudism to her before asking her to join me for that visit to Zoro!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada

Being naked outside for the first time proved to be a real encounter

-Dale Lund
Branson, Missouri
67475990Being naked outside for the first time proved to be a real encounter.
pet out. I simply wore a top that went down to below the crotch. I genuinely enjoyed the cool wind that reached parts of me that
had never felt a cool wind. All I can declare is
“WOW.” It felt so great that I needed more.

So I reversed the buttons all down the front. That let in more coolness, and I simply felt the “WOW even more powerful. My head simply said do it. So I
took off the top and there I was totally
Naked to the cool wind.
more extreme. My head simply said yes, yes, yes.

I should stop messing around and simply declare
I’m now a nudist. I’ve consistently loved being
Naked whenever possible. Now I’m a nudist with
WOW, what a wonderful feeling!

-Wes
Oregon
First Awakening

At the office, my supervisor and coworker resided near the finest beach on Long Island and requested me to join his family for a beach day, so I concurred. It turned out to be a private beach, the town’s only resident shore. In minutes I saw people standing by a 10 foot totem pole, they all were nude and had long ponytails, along with a sign said “clothing optional.”

Not going, he said take it away and take pleasure in the waves. I did, as well as the blustery waves on my body proved to be a completely new life knowledge.

I’ve never become the same inhibited soul after that. Nature was a blast, there all the time, as well as the present was mine.

-Louis P.
A number of years back, I began to be drawn to social nudity. I adored being naked since I was around 10. I needed to slip out of my pj’s when I slept, then slip back into them. Just a textile family.

Well, across the time that I turned 48 I determined I needed to understand more, and began browsing websites. AANR, etc. From this I discovered Hidden River Resort in north Florida.

I’d get information from the AANR website, and assorted Christian Nudist newsgroups, and then forwards that information to my wife.

11294055We arrived and with plenty of trepidation, got a tour of the facilities.

Within only several minutes, I was undressed and feeling free. My wife yet went considerably slower.

We chose to walk the trails first. As we walked she inquired how I felt. “Is not it strange?” We afterward saw another naked couple, and nothing occurred! We said hello – and spoke a couple of minutes – and it was not unusual. It was truly quite natural.

We went back to the vehicle, and she freely undressed, and we walked to the outside showers. “Nude as jay birds.”

It was amazing – we spent a number of hours in the pool, hanging out as well as discussing. What an excellent day trip – excellent people, as well as the hostess was top notch!

If you arer worried about becoming aroused, or others seeing you – do not be. When you get your clothing away – we all seem the same!

Thanks AANR for the information you supplied. Thank you CNC as well as the other Christian newsgroups for helping us see that we can still have our beliefs – and enjoy social nudity.

Now – we are constantly looking forward to our next visits, and we are slowly introducing our relatives and buddies to the lifestyle.

-FloridaBill
Florida
We stopped to consider the ocean and understood we were above a nude beach. First, we saw a youthful and healthy couple. Subsequently we saw people who looked like me, old and not too appropriate.

I determined that I needed to skinny dip for the very first time in my adult life. My wife did not join me then.

Ever since then, we have joined AANR, seen clubs in the U.S. and Europe and I often skinny dip throughout the summer. I have discovered that if I swim early enough in the early hours, I ‘ve the lake to myself.

-Tom
Illinois