Meet my girl Vasiliska

nudist-girls-beauty-contestsHi, my name is Britney and I am lesbian. It does not really have anything to do with this story other than I was really prepared for a girl like this. Her name is Vasiliska. She is Russian. But I am getting ahead of myself. There is more to this story and I really wanted to share it with you. For one, this was the first time I ever went to a nudist beach, which is an experience in itself and this was also the day I met this gorgeous girl from Russia, so beautiful and so sexy that I never thought I would meet anyone like that on vacation.
It was last year and this was the first time I went to Europe. Me and a couple of my friends went on a month-long vacation visiting Spain, France and Italy. We were checking out some of the most beautiful cities in the world and also some of the greatest beaches that I have ever seen in my life. And it was great. It was a real great vacation meeting new people, getting wasted all over the place and so on. If you were to put a gun to my head and ask me which of the countries is the greatest and where we had the best time, I couldn’t tell you. They were all great and we met so many great people that I just couldn’t give you one. However, there is something that happened in France that made it my favorite part of the trip and that is the girl in this picture, Vasiliska.
We met at a bar there, one of the biggest places for young tourists and locals alike in Marseille which is an insanely interesting and wild town. She was there with some friends of hers as well, most of them Russians who studied in France and who were also on vacation. Let’s just say that it was a wild night. And if there is anyone who knows how to party, then it’s the Russians. I mean, these were all girls who were barely legal, like my Vasiliska here, barely 19 and already crazy as hell, being able to drink gallons of booze without even getting tipsy. When I met her, I knew she was something special and the next day I realized how special she is really. Namely, that night, we agreed that the two of us, just the two of us are going to go to a beach together.
I met her the next day, still hungover like hell and she was looking like she just had the most refreshing night ever after a night at the opera. I will never be able to understand those Russians. In any case, she told me that we were going to a nudist beach and I played it cool. I said alright. I didn’t want to let her know how nervous I was. And we went. It was a bit out of time, but she had rented a car and we were there in less than an hour.
We got to the beach and there were perhaps a dozen people there, not more. They were mostly locals, a couple of families and two or three couples. It was quiet and it was romantic. And then Vasiliska took off her clothes. I was lost for words. First of all, she had the most beautiful skin I had seen in my life, so creamy and so fresh I almost came. She was also totally shaven and had the most delicious-looking pussy I had seen to that point. And her boobs, they were just perfect. They were so supple and so perky that I just wanted to bury my head in them. But I managed to keep my cool. I asked her if I could take a photo of her and she told me that I could. And that is the photo you can see here. Oh yeah, she also had those nipple rings that I always thought were just too tacky. Not on Vasiliska. She looked so beautiful that I just feel in love with her there and then.

Asked them if we could all take a picture together.

nudist-family-pictureI went to a nude beach for the first time two weeks ago in CA. (Black’s Beach) I was alone, and as a guy, was a bit concerned about seeming like a perv and not wanting to be gawked at by gay guys. So I chose a spot on the beach seemed relatively safe. Not completely isolated, but not near anyone. Well, after I worked up the nerve to shed my clothes, it felt great. Especially when I went in the water.

So as my nervousness was subsiding, I just had fun swimming and enjoying the water. After a few minutes I realized there were two nude young women nearby, who came down to the water after me. (Mostly I realized this because suddenly there were 5 or 6 guys flocking the area too. What the heck?!) I was a little annoyed, feeling like I was going to be lumped in with these other losers following the girls, though I was actually there first. Well, just as I was starting to leave the water, I realized the girls had a waterproof camera. So I decided to say something rather than just walk away awkward. I acted like I was a little shocked and annoyed that they had a camera there. Then walked over to them reached my hand out and suggested that I could take a picture of the two of them. (Keep in mind this is my FIRST time at a nude beach. I’m very conservative and have never even been naked with my girlfriend. Can you say NERVOUS?! But I just tried to hide it.)

Well, the long story short, they laughed and let me take their picture; and we stayed there and had fun in the water together for probably another 15 minutes. Later I worked up even more nerve, an went over to them on the beach with my camera and asked them if we could all take a picture together… which we did.

What a completely amazing experience! I have gone from being afraid to take a shower in the men’s locker room at the gym, to being comfortable in my own skin around almost anyone, including those two young, attractive women. What a confidence booster!

I went to Gunnison Beach last weekend and had a fantastic time meeting other people. Guys, girls, and couples. I still don’t think I’m ready to go au naturale with people I know, but this is definitely a liberating experience that I plan to continue enjoying.

Soak up some rays, nude of course

nudist-galleryOn my 4th day at Wreck beach, arriving there at 10AM,I found a good spot to lay out my towel and soak up some rays, nude of course.

A few hours later I could hear some female conversation near me, so I sat up and grabbed a bottle of water to drink. I said; hello. One of them asked me how often I go to Wreck. I replied that I was from Edmonton and that this was my 4th day here. They were locals from Vancouver and this was their first time at wreck beach. At this stage, they had gotten around to removing their tops.

Then, another one asks me ‘How come none of the guys get Boners?’ To which I responded ‘That hardly ever happens on a nude beach,believe it or not’. I then asked them ‘How do you like this place, so far? The consensus was ‘ We don’t have loud mouth jerks hitting us up every 5 minutes like at the other beaches!’ At this stage, all 3 removed their bottoms. I said ‘Welcome to the Club’.

At this point, I told them that I am going for a dip in the ocean to cool off. When I got back to my towel, one of them remarked that the water must be cold! I am one who is quite large in the flaccid state, but the cold shrivels it up!

We chatted for a while longer, then we went our separate ways due to some younger guys that seemed to be crowding the area that were clothed in board shorts and T-Shirts.(stupid).

I think the 3 Young Ladies are HOOKED on the Nudist Lifestyle.

Social Issues in Regards to Voyeur Nudity

nudist-girliesSocial Issues in Regards to Voyeur Nudity

Nudity Shame (voyeur nudity)

Centuries of oppressive thought have convinced many people that the body is a shameful, worthless object that should be hidden. Nonsense! The human body is one of the most elegant, masterful and valuable things on earth. There are few things in existence which compare to it on an artistic, technical, or philosophical level. Celebrate the human body! It’s one of only a handful of truly unique creations.

Embarrassment (voyeur nudity)

Some people are afraid of running into someone they know while nude, or – worse – being seen by someone they know (or someone they don’t) while nude. Remember that you will be around many other people who will also be nude. You may be momentarily embarrassed at first – this is normal – but as you spend more time nude, you will realize that if everyone is nude, no one has cause for nudity-related embarrassment. As for the possibility that you’ll run into someone you know – well, if you like them, you’ve got something new in common to talk about? Besides, what is there to be embarrassed about? They are there, too, for the same reasons as you.
Defining Voyeurism :: Human sexual behavior involving achievement of sexual arousal through viewing the sexual activities of others or through watching others disrobe. To some extent voyeurism is widespread; various types of sexual display are a normal part of sexual attraction and mating behavior in most animals, including humans, but voyeurism is considered a deviant behavior when observation ceases to be merely one factor in sexual attraction and becomes the sole or primary source of gratification. The risk of being caught is an additional element in the excitement of the voyeur.

The following was written by a young member of the Federation of Canadian Naturists. It is used with their permission.

15 Top Reasons to Be Naked
1. It’s fun! Of course, it’s not for everyone, but then, neither is Madonna nor the Red Hot Chili Peppers, NBA basketball nor Batman. But once most young couples and boyfriends/girlfriends try it, they come back. Why? Because it’s fun. You probably know people who have vacationed at nude beaches, who skinny-dip in their backyard pool or who lounge around the house nude. Why not?

2. It’s healthy! Besides improved self-esteem, the sun relieves stress, provides you with Vitamin D, a tan with SPF 4 protection and helps clear acne. Naturists don’t overdo their time in the sun; they tan safely with a sunscreen.
Five Step Nudity
If you’ve just been waiting for encouragement to get naked from a mainstream source, especially if you are female, now you have it. Here are the 5 steps to a more naked you:

1. Expose yourself. Get comfortable being nude alone.

2. Get to know your body. Pay attention to your body’s sensory signals, especially when unclothed.

3. Look at yourself. Become familiar with – and accepting of how you look without clothes.

4. Move on to semi public nudity. In commonly acceptable circumstances, such as a locker room.

5. Graduate to social nudity. The real thing.

The feature, of course, is about body acceptance. The message has been repeated often enough, that people (women especially) are needlessly unhappy due to fears their bodies are somehow not “right”. But this time the way to overcome the problem is stated very clearly.

Our first ‘planned’ nude outing with friends happened this weekend.

Earlier in the week a cookout at our house had turned into an impromptu nude swim session in our pool. We discovered while not ‘social nudists’ per se that we all spent a lot of time that way around home.

Wander into a nudist crowd

nudist-girlsOf course, erections should be covered up!

However, they will occur dispite everyone’s efforts to prevent them because many of us are still making the transition from the textile lifestyle. Male physiology makes it impossible for a man to remain completely flaccid throughout the day.

Most thoughtful guests at a beach or resort are terribly embarrased by erections and are asking for suggestions on this forum on how to prevent them and how to gracefully make your exit when they do occur. Many of us who are new to this life would also like some reassurance that the problem will diminish with time and better understanding.

A G string is not an acceptable solution. Complete nudity is the normal state for men as well as women. We need to learn new thinking and behavior, not go back to the textile world’s way of viewing things. I have never seen male G strings for sale anywhere. Even if I could find one, I wouldn’t wear it. Many naturists and fair-minded textile people would consider it more sexually provocative than mere innocent nudity.

A libertine or an exhibitionist may occasionally wander into a nudist crowd, but I am not talking about them. Most naturists want such people evicted from polite society.

I do believe that it is helpful to discuss etiquette and basic biology. I wish I had learned some of these lessons when I was a boy, perhaps of middle school age. It’s not fair for children to suffer in ignorance and silence because adults are too embarassed to talk about the facts of life and about basic nudist etiquette, even the less delicate topics.

It has been suggested that a public forum is inappropriate for such frank discussions, because children may stumble upon it. I hope that parents and teachers are closely monitoring the Internet usage of children and providing some guidance to teens. I firmly believe that at some age, perhaps middle school, boys and girls need to be reading the sort of information in this forum and have their parents there to guide them through these topics that they will soon be confronted with at the cusp of adolescence. To support my contention, I must call attention to the fact that INA has created a thread specifically to discuss issues such as this.

To GalSurfer: I am especially concerned about the sensibilities of the female contributors to this forum. Let me assure you that I am opposed to sexual “flaunting” as you put it, because it is demeaning and intimidating to those who are forced to endure it. I think some of us made a poor choice of words by saying “arousal” without quickly explaining that in its mildest form, it may not be perceptible to the casual observer. I don’t know any men of good will who would not quickly retreat from public view if matters took a turn for the worse. If any readers don’t know how to behave, this forum can help quickly bring “newbie” behavior in line with our community’s standards. Better to learn it here than on the beach!

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.