his is my man Kyle and that is a large cruiser behind him

I have been a timid man my entire life. I can remember my preschool when I was the most self-conscious kid in the class. It has always been challenging for me to make friends and while which was not always the biggest thing ever, I really believe that this wasn’t half bad because it made me better friends with those few folks I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things weren’t doing fantastic. And growing up as a gay kid in 90s Detroit, that was not fantastic either. You might say the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and discovering that someone.
And with college and with a new job and new duties, my love life has been on a backburner in the last ten years or so. No, really. I didn’t possess just one relationship that survived longer when compared to a month in the last ten years. In other words, until this last year once I met Kyle. Now, for some other people, a sentence such as the last one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “merely meeting” someone is not a thing that occurs more than once in an eternity.
I was not sure what to think of Kyle at first. He was hot (still is), of that there was no doubt. However he was one of those men that were never too serious and that never took anything seriously. This is some thing that you can be ok with when you’re 21, 22, but as a guy in his early 30s, I was not looking for something like that. And then, just when I believed that he was a total waste of time, I realized this was his alternative.

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He was not just “like that”. He enjoyed being free and being impulsive, but not in that annoying way where he would depend on everyone around him just to get by. He was a great professional as well as a successful person, dependable to a fault, but always somewhat absent-minded and always with that sprinkling of surprising to him.
We barely kissed twice before he asked me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he needed me to go there with him. We only spoke for about 3 hours all in beach nymphs before that. I had not seen him nude. We just kissed. And he was encouraging me to visit Europe with him. I decided to be impulsive for once in my life and I went with him. (In the rear of my head thinking that I can always fly back if this turns out to suck.)
He did his thing, his little gig or whatever (he’s a photographer) and that was that. In one day. We had an entire two-week holiday in the south of France just for one day of his work. I loved it. I felt so glamorous. And we shot things really slowly, we didn’t dash everywhere. For instance, this photo that you can see of Kyle all nude in front of a huge cruiser; this was the first time that I saw him naked. We saw the folks from the cruiser and we overheard them discussing and he wanted to go all the way with them so he got naked as they were checking out this huge statue that was behind me as I was shooting the photograph. He understood they needed to see him and he needed to screw with them. I was also nude as I was shooting his picture.
Later that day, we laughed about how we first saw each other naked in that way. We made love after that day. It was unbelievable. We are still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this photo.

Or perhaps Clothed in Naked business might better describe this episode.

I was at Cypress Cove about 6 years ago, relaxing in front of the Massage office by the principal pool. It was after in the day, midweek, only about five or six folks round the pool. A part of the staff came through, nude as I remember, as were all of the patrons by the pool. With him were what appeared to be four college aged pupils, all clothed. In listening to his dialogue with them, it was clear that they were conducting research for a project or report, seemingly about nudism or nudist resorts.

They worked their way across the pool area, occasionally taking photos of the buildings and signage – the Clubhouse, Cheeks, http://beachnymphs.com . Eventually they got to our side of the pool where myself and a couple were lounging in front of the Massage office. The staff associate assured us that http://nudiststube.com didn’t have to move, that the students would manage to get the photographs they needed, and we would absolutely not be in the shot.

There were two women and two guys in the group. And it was quite easy to tell that the men were extremely uncomfortable being there.

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The girls appeared a little more self assured and didn’t seem as uneasy. They didn’t linger, but shot a few pictures of the sign behind us and then left.

In this instance, the clothed folks were a bit out of forms round the nude people. Only a bit curious, a different spin on this particular subject.

I figure my intro to nudism was at my boyfriend’s house back in the 90’s..

We went nude jointly whenever his mom wasn’t home. Taking nudity out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the family room, or even his backyard for some sunbathing proved to be a new experience for me, and one that I actually enjoyed.
At that time I still lived with my parents and will remember coming home one afternoon to locate beach asses and instantly taking off my clothes to see what a “solo” naked encounter was like. I appreciated that too, and soon was going privately naked in my room even when family was home. Once, my older brother came in and stood there grinning at me as I was laying naked on my bed reading a book. He said, “What are you, some kind of nudist?” I believe I said something elegant like, “Get out, jerk!” but later was pleased to think to myself that I likely was becoming a nudist.
When I got my own flat, I could eventually go nude as much as I pleased, which was pretty much consistently. I met a new guy who took me to a nude beach, and that opened up an entirely new world to me. Years later I became a life model and actually got paid to be naked which was another gratifying encounter.
After all this time I still appreciate being naked daily and hope that never changes. When http://ournudism.com/young-nudist-video.html get me in the old folks home, I can only hope it’s a clothing-optional one.

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I believe I’d be depressed otherwise
Annie
Life is best lived bare

I Met My Future Husband on a Nude Beach It all started when I went to spend my vacations in Bulgaria with my friend Emily

and her husband Bill. It was the third year running that we spent our holidays in Nesebre and that year we decided to continue with this well established convention.
We put up in a small but cozy resort and that very day we were all ready to enjoy the seaside atmosphere and sunlight. The days were flying swiftly as it’s the common way the days pass when one is having holidays and one of these days we decided to alter the common way in which we were spending our time, so we hit it off and made it to the nude beach in which Nesebr was fairly ample. Here I ought to say that we intended seeing one of the nude beaches of Nesebr before actually going there. The fact was that we had seen some of them during our previous stays in Bulgaria before. Plus back at home we saw a TV reportage about nudists which made us steadfastly decide on sunbathing nude during our next vacation. Back then this encounter seemed something as exotic as a hang glider tour or parachute jumping for us. But it happened so that my friend Emily and I were the ones to put forward the idea and Bill was the one to put up with our whims, so it was barely an enjoyable experience for him.
And so we went to the nude beach, Emily, Bill who was still sulky, and me, all excited to impress all the nude beachers with my feeling at ease while sunbathing naked and trusting that my body was also rather striking. When we eventually got to the shore of one of the resorts we saw many German folks that are known lovers of nude beaching and suddenly felt something like retarded cowardice. Of course we didn’t feel like folks there were dangerous in some way, but we certainly believed that the pangs of conscience and chastity restraints were still powerful in us. Overall, dreaming of a nude beach with your buddy while sipping coffee in her kitchen was one thing, along with the closing getting to this very seashore was quite another. And the very instant when we were prepared to turn our backs on the seashore Statement called us faint hearted cowards which sparked the flow of feministic fluids in us that made us ten times more daring and discovered.
When we finally picked a quite deserted spot on the beach and stripped to the skin this provoker Bill was the one to wear swimming trunks. The very first half an hour we were still under impression of our own nerve, but having noticed that if our act of braveness hadn’t passed undetected it’d certainly been underestimated, we chose to turn to something more provocative. There was a group of beachers playing volleyball at a distance, and presently we decided to join them. Bill who was undoubtedly the laziest member of our firm was left behind. Perhaps I should say that it was my first-time-ever volleyball play, and even when I managed to hit the ball it followed such odd trajectories that the sole face I felt worth wearing was that of an A-class volleyball player who’d little inclination to minding the evaluation of such game volleyball amateurs. We had been enjoying our attempts to dodge the ball by jumping and stamping the sand for some quarter of an hour before I tool Emily aside to share the impressions.
Emily was flushed and wore a bright smile on her face; she had managed to discuss her emotions about the hole encounter by the time I was about to express my solidarity with her, but the next minute I felt something hit me rather painfully on the back part of my head; after that the thought which had almost formed itself in my thoughts had gone somewhat confused and obscured and somehow lost its topicality. It ended up being a ball accidentally chucked by a volleyball player that strike me on the back of my believing head. All in all, I wasn’t put in much pain and had it not been for the singularity of the situation I ‘d have laughed at it. However, the scenario was much too uncommon, so I thought the better of it and made a completely theatrical scene out of it. I rolled up my eyes and leaned on my friend for everyone to see that I was suffering http://videonudism.com/exbitionist that threatened to further develop into a loss of consciousness. I was definitely a success while playing my function of an innocent casualty as my friend suggested me sitting down, beckoning Bill at the exact same time. But the culprit of the unintended crash of the ball and my styled hair was the first to arrive. I should say that the terrorist seemed quite attractive even to my somewhat fine flavor.
He must have imagined that we were from the States by Emily’s animated exclamations he attempted to smooth the situation around in his broken English trying now to say he was sorry and now to tell some uncomfortable jokes. In a word, the very first favorable impression he made on me was now backed by his embarrassment and I began revealing the first weak indications of life. As we very soon got to know, Gunter, the young man who was our new acquaintance, talked English a bit for he worked in NYC in one of his company’s affiliates.

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He was feeling quite awkward with the whole situation indeed, and following a number of formalities appropriate in such cases he left the scene, all in sackcloth and ashes after he discovered that I was perfectly safe.
After http://nudist18.com developed in accordance with a scenario of a happy holiday time love affair. In the morning I found a bouquet of flowers on the windowsill of my hotel room and then… but this is quite another story that has little to do with nudism. The single drawback of this storyline is that now when our friends ask us where we first met we need to say something laconic like – well, we met on the seashore. After all, who needs those zesty details?

First Time Experience

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

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It felt amazing with the sun and atmosphere on my bare body. I was hooked from then on.I still go for walks in the woods for a naked hike. I started going to a nudist camp in southwest PA called White Thorn Lodge. I am planning to join WhiteThorn Lodge this year.

I also have being to Avalon Resort in WV.They have a naked motorcycle show there in the summer. It’s always a good time.

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Mannington, West Virginia
Fearful, But For What?

Every summer from my late 20s to 30s I ‘d go to the office of Goodland in Hackettstown, NJ and ask all kinds of inquiries and chicken out and go home. Eventually the year which I turned 40 I got brave enough to actually enter the gate and discover what I was missing.

as soon as I disrobed in the parking lot I felt totally relaxed. This is the very first time that I went into the pool and allow the suns rays dry me and felt the wind softly caress my entire body. The feeling was quite refreshing.

Today I go to Rock Lodge with my fiance. Rock Lodge was her first experience. At Rock Lodge I experienced two firsts. It was the first time which I walked in the rain bare and I also had the chance to drive my car that way too. We locate the folks there to be very friendly and we feel really relaxed there.

What I was afraid of I will never know but I am glad I took that first step several years back.

-Jim A.
New Jersey
Proud To Be an Advocate

Having been exposed to nudist magazines as a child, I always included the pleasure of being bare. It was not until I went off to school that I was able to really join a club in Spokane, WA. What a thrill being able to be with other like-minded folks of all ages. Upon moving to Seattle I had the opportunity to join another club in which I attended monthly swims.

While I’m kind of remote from the west side clubs and resorts here in Oregon, I more than ever committed to the nudist lifestyle and encourage it every chance I get with family and friends. I can not think of a better way to spend time home or when the weather is nice outside. When you have tried it, you will never look back.

-Rod N.
Pendleton,, Oregon
How My Wife Became a Nudist

I met my wife in 1961. We were married in 1963. I was hired by TWA in 1966. I chose San Francisco as my domicile. When we moved to California, we lived with Sharon’s mother until we found an apartment. We were hired to manage the building we lived in.

About 1968 we were listening to a radio show. The topic of the show was free beaches. I understood what they were but Sharon didn’t have a clue. I had not brought up nudism with her since I had a bad encounter with a past girlfriend I tried to introduce to nudism.

Sharon requested (in a kidding way,)”You want to check that out, do not you?”

I said, “Sure!” She said not without her! I said, “Fantastic!, let’s do it!” The following week the show had individuals from nudist resorts talking about national bare weekend.

The host asked why people 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 sounded better and if we go we’ll go there. I asked her if she desired to go to Santa Cruz. We put on suits, short pants and tshirts. On the way I pulled off to a side road. Sharon asked where I was going; I said it was a surprise. as soon as I pulled in to a drive, she asked again.

I told her it was a place we heard about on the radio. She was uneasy. I said since we were here let us take the tour, that we didn’t have to stay. We took the tour, the guide said if we needed to stay drive in, take our clothes off and love! I managed to talk her into remaining a half hour.

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

We were nudists until she got cancer. Sharon passed away 9/11/2001. Not a great day! I restarted nudism after her departure.

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
My First Naked Experience

It was May 1960, I was a student at U of Ill.in Champaign. I had been reading nudist magazines since I was in high school, starting about 1950. At first I looked at the images, but after becoming bored I started to read the magazines. I determined that someday I’d like to be a nudist.

nude beach babe joined the Air Force after I graduated from high school. I continued to buy magazines while in the A.F. but at that time the law sometimes raided the nudist camps so I never attempted to go. I was now free to go and I was in comfortable driving distance to a nudist camp, Zoro Nature Park.

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. She called the owner, Alois Knapp. He came to the gate, asked me if I was a nudist and how I understood about Zoro. I told him I had been reading nudist magazines for several years and wanted to be a nudist.

He let me go in the camp for the day but asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said yes, but she was at school in Rock Island, Ill. He said to bring her next time that I came. I said I would try. After the spring session was over we both went home and resumed relationship. In about three weeks I requested Josie to go with me to this camp I had seen in Indiana. I told her it was a real nice spot, the folks were pleasant and friendly, there was a pond to swim in, volleyball courts, etc. I said I thought she’d love it.

She asked me what was this “nature park.” I told her there were trails through the woods. She kept asking to find out more and I eventually told her we could go skinny dipping in the pond. When she discovered that she asked if this place was a nudist colony.

In those days there was no Internet for info so I had nothing to guide me to explain nudism to her. She called me a pervert, slapped my face and broke our relationship. Gee, I wish I’d known how exactly to clarify nudism to her before asking her to join me for that trip to Zoro!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada

I had an experience now that was new for me. I was wondering if anyone else has had this occur to them?….

I had completed my workout, showered, disposed of my towel in a near by bind, and was walking back to my locker (naked, of course) to get dressed. As I turned the corner from the showers toward the lockers, a girl was standing in the path with a bathing suit and towel in her hand. “What are fucking beach doing in here!?” she asked. “I was about to ask you the same question” I replied. Both of us being shocked by seeing the other, I said, “This is the male locker room.” She responded, “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry….I’m in the wrong spot!” “Please forgive my intrusion” she continued, as she followed me to http://nudistrude.com . As I was attempting to get my locker opened, she continued to talk to me in regards to the facility we were in. This went on for a great two minutes before another guy walked in and, took a look, and pulled away behind various other lockers. Eventually, she said, “I apologize…it was good talking to you”…and left.

Now, while I was surprised to see her (and she me), I remained calm and naked (since I had nothing to cover with)
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She obviously somewhat loved this scenario, since she did not immediately run to the door.
Looking back on this, I’m somewhat surprised by her action. If this had occurred in her locker room, I’m certain that I would have been thrown out or arrested!

Nude in Oklahoma

Some time ago my wife and I were discussing what we’d want to do and I said, “I wish we had some property so we could run naked in the woods together”. She believed that it seemed like fun.

Fast forward a few years along with the subject came up again, but since we still did not own any property she said what about one of those bare areas (sounds like she might have been thinking about this a little). So we Googled nude and Oklahoma and found two places within an hour’s drive of us. We sent an e-mail to both and got a very nice answer from OakLake Trails near Depew. So I get a call from my wife at work one day telling me I needed to take a day off as she’d made a reservation for a night’s stay during the week we figured that less people would be there as we got our “feet wet” during the week).

We arrived at OLT and were given a tour of the resort. After filling out the paperwork we were off to our cabin. We disrobed, grabbed our towels and stepped outside for our first ever nude in public encounter. We decided to walk one of the trails to get comfortable. As we were returning down a road to our cottage we passed by some folks clothe, I did not realize it was clothing optional.

I told my wife, “If you’d told me three weeks ago I’d be walking down the road buck naked in front of people I’d have said you were insane,” but there we were doing just that and it did not even feel bizarre. We then headed off to the pool and hot tub to soak and relax.

We met several nice folks that night as we soaked in the hot tub and spent the following day lounging around the pool, but soon it was time to leave. On the way home my wife said, “that is the very first time I felt comfortable in my own skin.”

How soon did we go back? Five days later we spent the day there and have since become members of OLT.

-Symbol
Oklahoma
Nude at Big Sur

My ideal of camping is roughing it at the Hilton. LOL! My boyfriend is an avid camper and had been after me to join him. Eventually, I agreed and he offered several destinations and I decided Big Sur.

Arriving early Friday for a long weekend, we pretty much had our selection of camp sites. My boyfriend decided the site and we headed around to set up camp. The chill of the morning air was gone and temperature was in the mid 80’s. I had always harbored a fantasy of being nude in an outside setting but never dreamed I was about to recognize my dream.
I had no clue about setting up camp so mostly observed until it was time to lift the tent. I was actually starting to feel the temperature and since no one was around, slipped my t shirt off and had my bikini top on. My boyfriend simply grinned and kept working. I began to get the best feeling and suddenly had this uncontrollable urge to take my bikini top off.

As quickly as the idea came to me…off came my top. Wow! What an amazing feeling! My BF said he adored seeing me topless but watch for other campers or camp rangers! I laughed and soon he ha dhis shirt off. Nearly set up when a car stopped and 3 girls asked if they could set up in the next site. I said sure. The unpacked the SUV and before they did anything, all three were topless. They did ask for some help by using their tent and my BF obliged. We had lunch and also a beer and by this time I ‘m feeling around dressed with my shorts on…and only that fast I was down to my panties. Two more SUV’s drove by but not even a second look. We grabbed our towels and cooler and began to the seashore when our neighbors requested us to wait for them as they had never been there before and did not need to wander into the incorrect region and cause an issue about being topless.

In minutes, the 5 of us were headed down the path to the seashore. We did pass a family coming up the route but they were not upset of 4 topless women. When we arrived at the sand, there were several other couples in various stages of dress on the seashore. Two of our neighbors immediately dropped their bikini bottoms and continued as though absolutely natural. Hey, if this works for them…off comes mine. I was so excited I didn’t find that my BF was also nude. On the beach, totally nude and feeling the greatest feeling of independence. As the sun was setting, we all headed back to camp. We girls put on the bottoms of our bikinis but never troubled with our tops.

By the time we were nearing our campsite, we noticed the camp was almost complete and yet no one said a word about us being topless. My BF as well as our neighbors pretty much spent the weekend together and around camp, we’d our bottoms on and were topless until the night atmosphere chill arrived. Nude on the beach Saturday and Sunday and it was about a 50/50 combination of folks nude and clothed but there were no issues. I still have mixed feeling about the camping but the independence of being absolutely nude ourdoors never loses its appeal. We also love nudity at home.

-Monica
Chino Hills, California
Nude at 12

Much to my mother’s chagrin, I opted to skip PJ’s during the warm summer nights of my 12th year. Raised Catholic, nudity was frowned upon under any circumstances. A swimsuit was regular dress in the backyard pool until one day I determined that swimsuits were nonessential and I strolled out to the pool absolutely bare. My father tried not to notice but Mother promptly told me to get a suit on. I shrugged and spread my towel and laid down on the adjoining yard. I never felt awkward or anxious being naked. Later Mom addressed my nudity and said it was no acceptable especially in mixed company. I paid no heed and the following afternoon, my parents and aunt, uncle and cousins were all out at the pool and once again, http://macdollars.net strolled out totally nude. With a couple gasps from my parents and aunt and uncle, I acted as though there was nothing new or distinct. About 30 minutes later, my 15 and 16 year old cousins casually removed their tops and astonishingly, nothing was said. Soon to follow were their bikini bottoms.

Here we were! 3 absolutely naked young ladies when my other cousin chosen to join us and dropped his swimsuit. However nothing was said. Late in the afternoon, we BBQ’d and we did place the bottoms on while eating. After dark, we were nude again just this time,my aunt stood up and slipped off her sundress and underwear and joined us in the pool.

Mom, not certain what to do or say, simply sat and watched. My aunt began to tease Mom and amid all our laughing, Mother stripped naked and jumped in the pool. Later, father heated the Jacuzzi and all of the adults were enjoying a naked soak.

After everyone had gone home, Mom came into my room with just a sarong wrapped around her waist and sat down on my bed. I am certain that she thought I’d tease her but I acted as though I didn’t detect her naked breast. Mom was a bit nervous so I asked her how she felt being naked with the family and she said she had always wanted to attempt being bare but never had the nerve. She admitted that she respected me and was happy she finally realized her desire to be nude. I think that was the last time anyone wore a swimsuit in the backyard and pool.

as soon as I went away to school, we’d different pools for men and women. There were several other women that were topless in the pool and I followed the first few times but finally walked out of the showers bare one day. Soon, many of the topless women were naked and after several weeks, it was pretty much naked for everyone. That was Berkley CA.

One afternoon, a male student came into the women’s pool and stipped nude. He got a few stares but no one objected. Being friendly, I approached him to say hello and struck up a dialog. We met there frequently and shortly started seeing each other socially. We were together through 4 years at Berkley and we have been happily married for almost 15 years. We still go nude at Mom and Dad’s but have a beautiful small home with a private lawn and we frequently amuse both our nude and textile friends.

-Gloria
Ontario, California
My wife made me do it!

30 years ago wife and I were in the Caribbean at a private resort on a little isle. We’re early risers and walked to the end of the beach near our bungalo. Nobody was about and my wife took off her top and then challenged me to go skinny dipping. So I pitched my trunks on the towel and went for a swim in the surf while she sat and read her book. The surf was rough and when I got back I just flopped down to rest never covering up. With the warm sunshine and sound of the surf I fell fast asleep but felt safe with my wife on guard.

After I woke up to voices. Two ladies we met the night before at diner were speaking to my wife. Apparently my wife had waved to them to join us but she didn’t wake me. I reached for my trunks but they were gone. My wife had taken them and put them in her tote so she had set me up. I was lying face down but was still very difficult with the situation.

The women, sisters, acted as nothing was incorrect and they sat down to chat. Eventually one said it was fine for my wife to request them to join us as they have not been on a clothing optional beach before and one of the sisters asked my wife if it was ok to join me. My wife said sure and she took off her suit. Her shier sister did not. After a bit they asked about the rough surf as they saw my wet hair and my wife offered me to be their life guard as I was a competitive swimmer. They ladies thanked me before I could say anything. So I rolled away from them and jumped up and ran to the surf and jumped in before anyone could get much of a look. My wife just grinned.

So the sisters got into the surf and I kept a considerable distance from them. Eventaully the self-conscious sister removed her suit also once she was in the water and was delighted until her more daring sister stole http://beach-photos.net and chucked it up onto the beach saying that now she’d need to walk out bare. I felt horribile for her, so I walked out onto the sand and got her suit for her. Nobody needs to be forced into anything.

It was at that moment that I did not feel naked at all. I walked out of the water, got her suit for her and walked back to give it to her not care who was looking at me. Shortly after we all got out and returned to the towels where my wife was still reading. That’s when the sisters noticed I was a smoothie. They made a opinion and my wife just said “I prefer him that way”.

I remained nude until we were prepared to go back for brunch. As we got up and the sisters began to put on their suits my wife proposed that it would be ridiculous for me to put my suit back on and that I walk back to the bungalo nude. It absolutely was her manner of challenging me. So I look down the shore and as there were just a few people on the far end I said sure. With that the bolder sister decided to join me in the nude walk also, and so we went.

They joined us several time that week. I was always nude, my wife never was, but on the last day the daring sister determined to be a smoothie too! My wife still likes me to be naked round the home, but not her!

-smooth4her
NYC, New York
Hot Springs

We only went to a clothes-optional hot springs in northern California. I had never experienced social nudity before, and I was extremely nervous.

I went into a dressing room to undress, and my heart was punding outside my chest. The time came to step out into the public area, and as I did, a girl was there undressing. I asked where to place my bag, and she said she simply leaves hers there by the bences. There I was, nude – in front of total strangers.

I went into the Osan to get into one of the three flumes, and there were about 15 people there. I got in and waited for my wife. About 5 minutes later, she arrived and joined me. It was amazing to stretch out in a tub of hot water with nothing on!

Soon I had to get out and cool off in the swimming pool, I grabbed my towel and set it “stratigeclly” over my shoulder and walked down to the pool place and hopped in. I ‘d not skinny-dipped since childhood, and I was quickly taken back to that time. I swam around for about 10 minutes, then went back to the hot flumes. This went on for about three hours. At about the thrid trip to the pool, I wasn’t even taking my towel to cover up. It was odd – I didn’t even really notice that I was bare, or anyone else for that matter.

I am now hooked and will return to this facility often. After just a couple of hours, I felt so completly relaxed and rejuvinated. Hopefully my wife will soon come to realize the freedom and relaxation that can happen when you shed your shell. My only regrets were that I hadn’t done this sooner and had to get dressed and go home.

-Scott P
California

I used to be much less careful than I ‘m now.

I have in the past gone nude on sometimes fairly active Spanish seashores, taking nothing and walking purposefully past them for http://macdotool.com . It is not prohibited there. Individuals would notice, but few looked at all disturbed. Only once did anyone (a guy) object on the specific grounds that kids might see me. As we know, kids take no notice of simple nudity, but I did feel worried because I then felt vulnerable and had no means at all to cover-up.
I sometimes experienced groups of two or three women expressing obvious acceptance that I was naked, not that I was looking for that. I avoided single women who weren’t nude or top-free so as not to make them feel uneasy or threatened. It was interesting to watch how some couples saw me nude and then removed their clothes. That was in the past.
In the interests of not causing offence and not giving naturism a bad name even if legal I’ve changed my strategy to public nudity to be much less noticeable. Just like Pete, teen nudist photos agree hiking is a lot more enjoyable in relation to the beach. In addition , I use quieter Spanish beaches where few people pay any attention aside from merely noticing, some see me and do the same! Hiking in Spain, it’s so silent the chances of running into someone are low. Hiking in the united kingdom the chances are much higher.

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If alone I have tend to evaporate off in the bushes, feeling nervous since I have absolutely no wish to offend but scared it may be taken as more than simple nudity.
Doing a Spencer Tunick setup has given me a different pespective on the way the Brits see nudity. 1700 people went nude for a number of hours in a city in the name of “art”. Most weren’t naturists and were very nervous in the beginning. I don’t go bare on UK beaches unless lying on my belly in a silent spot. I only stand up when there’s not anyone about for at least 700 yards, but may walk a long way afterward. If a person keeps on walking towards me I don’t generally worry about it, since it’s their choice and I ‘m on a very wide large shore, but if it is narrower I sit down and am discreet until they have passed.
If I see a lone girl I often cover up as we get closer so she is able to feel “safe”. No one in the united kingdom has ever objected or seemed offended. Occasionally they have been clearly amused, so I just say hello. You might wonder why I don’t use nudist beaches very often. The main reply is straightforward. Unfortunately, in the UK and on the smaller Spanish shores there are frequently various pervs hanging around and I don’t feel as comfortable. They’re the ones giving naturism a bad name.

To make a very long story as short as possible, I started out sleeping in the nude as an teenager,

and I would also occasionally go skinny dipping.
In my twenties, after graduating from university, I spent http://videonudism.com/hot/naturism-video-clips.php doing some travelling. My first actual encounter of organized social nudity was at the Swanbourne Beach near Perth, Western Austalia.

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This was in April, which is in the early autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. I recall the weather being completely bright and beautiful and also the water of the Indian Ocean being warm and crystal clear.
After Australia, I headed to Japan, where one of my college buddies was employed as an English to Japanese translator. Some of his colleagues and I did a night out on town, which included http://beach-patrol.biz to an onsen, which is a geothermal hot spring. Based on Japanese tradition, both sexes bathe completely naked in an onsen. I discovered lying about in the hot water of an onsen to be one of the very relaxing experiences ever.
As favorable as these experiences were during my journeys, I ended up in my thirties immersing myself in my career, so I did not have to much time to do much in the way of clothes free recreation. It’s just lately that I have been able to organize my spare time so that I can get away more on the weekends. However, I am having the time of my life now that I’m able to take part in clothes free activities on a regular basis.
Take care and stay naked.

It did not happen here; it occurred at the ends of the world.

I met a young man. Yes, I guess you could say that we had only just begun by then; he hadn’t even started wooing me. And somehow at a certain moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul around, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the skies.
Why do not we take a plunge? – he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what a wonderful evening, the water is so war, it would be a sin to miss this chance. We could swim nude! Well why not, I presumed. The weather was truly brilliant, warm and all. And though the moon was shining, the shore was poorly lit as the moon wasn’t full. I shook off my slippers, afterward removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water.

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He followed me, but at some space and to the side.
So there we are, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the coast. I was leading again, and he was following me. I looked back to see him and though it was nearly pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s reaction’, and it might sound absurd, but it made me feel happy!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nighttime several more times.
He then began attempting to persuade me to proceed to the shore during day. He would say that we kinda learnt everything we could about nighttime bathing and now it turned out to be a new challenge for us to do it during the day. I kept on saying no because I was really embarrassed by the thought of undressing in broad day, but I actually needed to go. Then I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the daytime all by myself to begin with. I discovered a rugged seashore with huge rubbles that I could jump from one to another. And so I began jumping. When I went so far from the coast to be sure that no one sane would follow me here I stopped and got naked. Stark naked. I do not know why, but I was literary shaking afterward. The sense of being completely bare outside was intoxicating, and I strove not to think about the possibility of somebody else’s coming to where I was.
I had a book with me, so I found a larger and more comfy rubble, lay on it and started reading and having some remainder in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shoreline, the shoreline was merging into distance, small yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The feeling was serene and relaxing, and little by little I began to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. It was then that I remembered about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of folks to whom it was implied to pee in their pants for a significant amount of cash. Regardless the sum was truly remarkable, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same happened to me: I slid off the rubble, squatted and simply could not do it! And I really desired to After all, I really could go a little bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably tenacious. So I put on my pants, then lowered them and let the conditional reflexes take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at some space. That was when I believed I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in http://voy-zone.com/nudist-clip-sample.html with somebody armed with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I gathered my things and dressed up in no time, and currently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I guessed another couple of sorties that were managed with much more composure. In the end I conceded to go to the shore together with http://beachnymphs.com . It wasn’t half as frightening as I ‘d imagined it to be, as the beach was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was only once that we happened to meet a few other people there, but I never experienced such strong emotions again.
My friendship with the young man in question ended up rather regrettably, but I think that is a whole new story.