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Fuzzymarshmallow's First time.
It all came to a head when, during a conversation with Ron2, that I finally choose to accompany him and his wife to Oaklake Trails (Oklahoma) the weekend after the 4th of July. I was going through a gentle midlife crisis, whereupon I finally admitted my hatred of clothing, and my lifelong yearning to be free of them. Decades ago, I began sleeping in the nude. Now it was time to enjoy the feeling while awake.
Friday evening I drove to Ron2's house, and started the process of shedding a lot of things, including my clothes. This was also a first for the delightful pixie heís married to, as this was the first time we had ever seen each other nude. She and I arrived at their house at the same time, and we went in. Ron2 was in his natural element, and the delightful pixie and I soon joined him. We looked at each other, realized we had nothing to blush about, and went about having the usual good time we have in each otherís company.
After a good nightís sleep, I stumbled out of the guest bedroom, and tried not to laugh too hard watching Ron2 make coffee while not awake. Sadly, we had to dress for the journey to Oaklake Trails, and we took off. After four hours of driving down scenic secondary roads in Oklahoma, we arrived at a secluded, forested entrance. Driving through the security gate, and down a shaded driveway, I arrive to an adventure Iíve secretly longed for, for way too long.
After registering, we park and strip, leaving clothes and cares at the truck. I had never been to a campsite/resort as nice as this. Broad, well-tended lawns lay among the trees. Great care had evidently been taken to preserve as many trees as possible. We advanced to the pool next to the clubhouse, and settled in to sun ourselves.
For the next hour, I lay in the sun, marveling at the activity around me. I watched a family in the opposite corner, the father diving in, playing, splashing and laughing with his son, the mother doing the usual chastising of being careful. I have never seen a 10 year boy and his father being that open to each other in the clothed world, and I almost wept. Gentle conversations flowed around, and I just happily eavesdropped. The sun flooded my freed body with a simple pleasure of warm, while an occasional gentle breeze cooled me.
Ron2 and Delightful Pixie offered to take me on a tour of one of the trails, and off we toddled. It was a leisurely, meandering stroll over Oaklake Trails' vast property. It seemed I was on a guided tour of Eden. Ron2 and Delightful Pixie charged ahead, making sure I didnít stumble over things such as dirt, ants, grass, etc. (Graceful I ainít.) When I saw these two wonderful friends hold hands, I thought I was seeing the most beautiful thing on earth. It was so natural, so intimate, watching them in the sunlight, unfettered by clothes, each adjusting their strides to match. Seeing this simple act overwhelmed me. I stopped for a moment, and in one of the rare moments in my life where everything in my universe comes together, I prayed the most heartfelt prayer of thanks I have ever uttered. I was one with the beauty of nature, and I was natural. I felt a part of creation, and all that I profess to believe in.
We ambled back to the pool, and resumed our lounging. Weíd swim for a few minutes, and enjoy the sun drying us. After a while, I began joining in the conversations around me, and soon I was chatting up with the rest of them. I have never felt more welcome at a place than that poolside. It was like running into old school chums, and realizing that some things have changed, but the essence is still the same. Strangers offered me courtesy the way it should be. I was surrounded by gentle, friendly people who have realized the distance between us can be greatly reduced by eliminating clothing.
All too soon, the setting sun was ending our day. We had the trip back to Dallas ahead of us. With great reluctance, we headed back to the truck, and soon got dressed. I realized I need this freedom, and have started making it a part of my usual life. I will return one day, and then return again, and again.
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First Time at Black's Beach Report.
I was raised in a very traditional Jewish background. We were supposed to dress modestly at all times. I never thought of going nude in private, much less in public.
Then one day I came home from work very tired. I just wanted to put on my nightie and get into bed. But it was a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first--which is obviously the one thing I always did naked, though I never gave that any thought.
I came out of the shower and dried off. I wasn't sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted. I just collapsed on the bed, too tired to even notice that I hadn't bothered to put anything on. I fell asleep in minutes.
When I woke up, I was a bit surprised to realize that I had not only had I slept nude the entire night, but it was the best night's sleep I ever had. The next night, I wasn't so tired--but I couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to sleep nude. So I decided to try it on purpose this time.
I got into bed naked, and it felt very good. I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I didn't want to get up and get dressed. But of course I had to.
From there, it was a relatively short time till I was usually nude when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt a little bit guilty for awhile because it went against everything I had been taught since childhood. But the comfort outweighed the guilt.
However, the idea of letting other women see me naked in public--much less men!--never crossed my mind. I still had some Jewish modesty. Being a Californian, from the greater LA area, I had heard of nude beaches. But I had no desire to visit one.
Being a good Californian though, I did spend a lot of free time on the beach in the summer--always wearing a bathing suit, of course. And one day, while I was changing out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I began to think about how good it felt to take it off. And the more I thought about it, the more I began to contemplate the prospect of skinnydipping.
One very hot Sunday in August, I made a brave decision: I was going to find out if I had the nerve to overcome my strait-laced upbringing. I got into my car and drove south to San Diego, and parked at the cliff over Black's Beach. For almost 20 minutes, I sat in the car, trying to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I would see naked men and women. I almost didn't go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me.
But as I started to turn the key to drive away, I couldn't do it. I was determined that the time I spent driving down there wasn't going to be wasted. I had come to see a nude beach, and I was not going to leave without seeing it.
Slowly, I started to walk down the trail to the beach. Actually that's the only way you can do it, but I was going slower than necessary. Finally, I reached the bottom, and could hardly believe what I was seeing. There were lots of men, most of them naked. There were women in all stages of dress and undress. There were families with young children.
I found an uncrowded spot and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no idea what I was going to do next. Part of me wanted to pull everything off and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt horrible for being in such a place.
I closed my eyes, and thought, and thought some more. The idea of taking off my clothes in front of men--how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes off, and they had no problem with letting men see them.
The ocean looked more and more inviting. The guilt weighed on me. Even if I stayed clothed, just being in such a place and seeing such sights was wrong.
For almost an hour, I was torn. I went back and forth--and finally, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyway, it couldn't be any worse of a sin to participate. If these people saw me naked, they wouldn't be seeing anything they hadn't seen before.
Quickly, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything off, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away. I felt wonderful. I was skinnydipping in public, in mixed company, and enjoying it thoroughly. I came out of the ocean, and the feeling of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt terrific.
From that moment on, I was a new person. I'm still a traditonal Jew. I eat only kosher food, and I don't drive on the Sabbath. I still go to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Festivals.
But I am a Jewish nudist, and I love it.
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First Time in Spain.
My first time was last summer at Tusales Beach, a clothing optional beach at Alicante (Spain) where my parents have an apartment.
I never had intention about going to that beach because I didn't like the idea of being nude in front of other people. Modesty was a rule at home, even with my mother or sister, and with close friends at lokers or hotels in holidays I always kept the towel wrapped around if I was getting out of the shower or wear at least my panties.
But this summer, my first as married, I went to spend some days to the apartment with my husband, who knew about the existance of the beach reading touristic information and proposed going to the beach. He never had been before at a nudist beach and wanted to try it. I didn't want to go but finally accepted by his insistance but leaving him very clear I was going to wear my bikini.
When we arrived there wasn't many people, most of them retired people, a few couples and some guys, but we walked until we reached a zone away from the people. My husband quickly took his swimsuit off and I lef my bikini on. We were suntanning and dipping and he insisted me again not to be a silly girl telling me how wonderful it was staying undressed. Then, taking a look around I noticed I was the only one who wore a two piece bikini. There were other girl top-less but almost everyone was naked, so I felt a bit ridiculous, and as we were a bit apart I decided to do it to make him shut up his mouth, so I took off the top.
First I felt a bit awkward because the situation, but a time after feeling the heat of the sun in my breast I became more relaxed and ended forgetting I was there with my tits exposed and even took a walk by the seaside. Later we went to have our last bath of the day and when we weren inside the water he tried to persuade me to take off the bottom of my suit to try how delightful it was staying naked at the sea, he said no one was going to see me since we were covered by the water, and it was late too and there wasn't almost anyone at the beach. I was feeling so good and curious about it that I took it off and tied around my wrist.
Wow, He was right, what a beautiful sensation feeling the water on your body without the bikini. I felt in Heaven so when we were getting out of the water I didn't put the bottom on again. I couldn't believe it, neither my husband. I was standing there, the prude girl in the middle of the beach full naked not worrying about the people around looking at me. Off course I stood naked enjoyng the sun, the warm air and the sand, and so I did the next days. In fact I was waitng unpatient arriving to the beach to take off the clothes.
Now I am a ethusiastic nudist, thought I have some taboo. I haven't the nerve to tell it at home and if we go to the apartment when my family is there we go to the clothing beach. My husband thinks it's absurd since I am an adult person and I can do what I want. I'm sure he's right and I would like telling my parents I practice nudism, but I don't dare. I'm sure they wouldn't get angry with me, just would feel surprised but I can't tell them.
I don't know if anyone is in the same situation, I would appreciate your comments about it. Anyway I'd like to encourage everyone to make the grade. It's a delight, try it. Kisses from Spain.
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Barefoot and Nude.
My gilrfriend, her twin sister, their mom and I absolutly love being barefoot and nude. The four of us live in a big, beautiful log cabin and always walk around/lounge around the house barefoot and nude.
1) Why are some people shy about being barefoot and nude?
2) Why are more women comfortable being barefoot and nude than men?
3) The female nude body and the male nude body are beautiful and should be admired for their beauty not the size of their breasts, penis/balls, or whether or not we are short, tall, thin, or heavy.
The four of us enjoy going to nude beaches, nude resorts, on nude cruises etc. We love meeting new people who love being barefoot and nude like the four of us and enjoy admiring each other's beautiful barefoot and nude bodies.
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First Time at Desert Shadows, California.
I have been a home nudist for several years. I sleep nude and spend many hours naked around the house. I finally got the opportunity to visit a nudist resort this Spring and after hours surveying the net, selected the Desert Shadows Inn in Palm Springs, since it is singles friendly.
To my surprise, they had availablility on short notice for Easter weekend, so I booked a room for the weekend. I had decided to stay nude from arrival to departure in order to feel the full sensation of relaxation and freedom nudism has to offer, this was another reason to select Desert Shadows as it is a "nudist" resort and not just "clothing optional".
I was greeted warmly at the desk and after a brief tour of the facility, shedding of the clothes was the order of the day. I wasted no time in going natural, grabbed a towel and book and headed for the pool area. I spent the next two days reading, relaxing and generally enjoying the nudist experience. Even though most were couples, I did not sense any animosity towards me as a single. I was pleased too that the restaurant was completely open to be enjoyed sans clothes.
When the time came to check out, I waited until the last possible moment to return to textiles. The feeling of freedom and relaxation was better than I had anticipated and I anxiously await a time when I can return to a nudist environment. Unfortunately, there are no singles friendly resorts or campgrounds close to my home and I have to travel to find one.
So until I can return, I have pleasant memories of my first nudist weekend to occupy my mind.
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First Time - NetNude.
It was because of NetNude that I am a naturist today.
I was an 'at the lake' nude suntanner. If I heard a bird in a tree 3 blocks away, I was hightailing back into my camper. I decided to check the internet for locales close to me to enjoy nudism without being so darned nervous all the time.
I posted a message on your message board looking for likeminded persons for information in my area. A very nice gentleman responded (he being a former Wreck Beach Survivor before moving to my Province). We met over a cup of coffee, discussed the only club that we knew of and decided to visit. After what seemed to be a zillion phone conversations and e-mails with the club, I was finally at ease enough to tour the facilities. I loved it. It was just what I sought.
My friend no longer attends due to yet another move, but....I think this is four years later and I am still an active member. Helios (Alberta) is a little camping resort and I have a small trailer there on a lot. We have a pool to enjoy (no beach or lake), hot tub, volleyball, etc and it's a great time. I've made some wonderful new friends there and we have a blast.
And, you can tell by my reports, I now take vacations where naturism is permitted. Two years ago in Florida and now, this trip to Mexico so...Jan C. thank you for your committment to the site and all your hard work. Without you...I would still be running from sounds in the forest.
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