First Nude Beach

My first-time naked experience was when I had turned 23 and only moved to Monterey, CA for a brand new occupation. I was exploring the region prior to beginning my job in a couple of weeks, as well as the previous Saturday had detected a nude beach along the Big Sur Coast and chose to go there the next week.

I arrived fairly early in the early hours, made the half mile trek down to the nude section and found a good spot about 20 yards down the shore from an elderly couple and also a young gentleman who were already down there. I was REALLY nervous and decided I Had take it step by step. I laid out my towel and removed all but my t-shirt and boxer shorts and sat on my towel for a while attempting to work up the nerve. Meanwhile, more people started to populate the beach and soon there was a gentleman about my age just fifteen feet away from me laying out nude reading a book.

Time passed and one hour at the beach and I still could not get up the nerve. Finally the man near me looks over at me, nods “hello” then asks me if I’d like a cold beer. I accepted, and to my surprise he got up and lugged his towel and all his stuff right next to me, reached in his cooler, snatched a couple beers afterward introduced himself and handed me a beer. One of the first things he said was “This is your first time at a nude beach, is not it?”

So, REALLY furtively off came my boxers but my top stayed on. He laughed and said “Now that was not so bad, was it?” I laughed and we continued to talk. Despite the fact that the boxers were now away, I was sitting up with my knees pulled tightly to my chest, arms wrapped around my legs. Well, “it” happened almost immediately and I promptly rolled over on my belly, just to hear a little laugh and “Don’t stress- occurred to me my first time also” from my new-found friend.

I really wish there was a landed, private nude beach on Lake Michigan! I would be there every weekend!

-Mark P
Grand Haven, Michigan

She was raised strict Southern Baptist, so occasionally being naked at home was O.K., but she would have never considered social nudity.

Singles clubs were awkward, so I started taking short weekend excursions to get out of the home.

One of these trips found me near Panama City, Florida, about four hours from home. I’d seen the Baybares web site, so out of interest I called and asked if a single man would be accepted. When the pleasant seeming woman on the phone welcomed me, I asked directions. The nerves grew as I found and proceeded along the sandy drive to the club. I nearly turned around three times, but there was no place to turn without getting stuck in the sand. Afterward I came to the cable across the road that indicated the club entry where I was met by a cordial guy wearing a towel around his waist.

The nervousness escalated exponentially as I parked and began the walk to the clubhouse. There, by the pool was a wonderful girl sunning totally naked. She flashed me a lovely smile, presented herself as Gloria and started to chat with me. I couldn’t believe how relaxed she was, even though she was entirely naked. I then continued to sign in, pay my grounds fees, and be given a simple synopsis of the rules and etiquette of the club.

After taking a huge breath, I took off the last of my clothing. Then I turned around, in whole panic, but I was promptly met by a throng of naked people of all ages and body types welcoming me and encouraging me to play water volleyball and attend the potluck dinner that evening. They treated me like a long lost cousin who had returned home.

It turned out to be a wonderful weekend, plus it supplied exactly the familiarity with friendly folks which I needed so desperately at that point of my life. Gloria will never know what a great gift her smile and friendly dialogue was to a solitary stranger. It gave me the nerve to return to my car, undress, and begin the next phase of my own life as a nudist among a number of the friendliest, most welcoming men and women on the planet.

I remarried a year later and my new wife came to understand how significant social nudity was to me. After a year of marriage she graciously decided to participate as well. She enjoys our trips to Cypress Cove when we can get away a couple of times annually.

My only sorrow is that I waited so long to uncover the wonderful experience of social nudism and how friendly people are at nudist clubs.

-Joe B.
Lower, Alabama
Nude at the beach

On Saturday, July 16th, I went to my first clothing-optional beach at Robert Moses State Park’s Lighthouse Beach. It was early and when I arrived, several people were already enjoying their nakedness. I looked around and slipped off my top & shorts and in an instant, standing nude and enjoying it. Nobody stared or gawked and for the following three hours I appreciated the independence of no clothes. Maybe next time, I’ll have a guest join me

-Tony M
New York
The one thing that irritated me

My first nudist experience was when my wife and I went with friends to Cypress Cove in Florida. Having lived in Fla many years, I was use to miniature swim wear and extreme sun. So that the transition to no clothes and intense sun was easy. That’s until I reached for my pocket-knife in my pocket. I didn’t have one! Pocket that is. Now without both my pockets and knife I was in a quandary. Fortunately, I had a little satchel in my vehicle in which I could carry my wallet, knife, and reading material.

Once I ‘d overcome my lack of pockets, the friendliness, ease, independence, and openness in the resort made the weekend very enjoyable. We’ve been back several times and I’m looking forward to our next trip there next week.

-Bob B
Clearwater, Florida
Real Freedom

Our first experience being socially naked was in 1998. We had as often as possible been bare privately at home for several years since the day we were married but we had no idea what social nudism was about until we discovered it online. Being born again believers in God, we still believed that nudism proved to be a right, good, and wholesome lifestyle. After more on-line study we were convinced that accurate nudism wasn’t about sex and we scheduled a visit to Pine Tree Resort, in Crownsville, MD.

After driving through the gate one Saturday morning in June, the sight of so many naked people was at first surreal. We checked in at the office, and were introduced to a naked host couple who’d give us a tour of the grounds. undressed and toured the property. Folks were swimming, playing tennis, grilling and only relaxing as at any given resort in a park-like setting. There was an indoor and an outdoor pool, a hot tub, a hiking trail, snack bar, gift shop, etc.

It absolutely was our first time swimming nude, and we’ve never worn a swimsuit since that day. As the male half of this couple I can say that there was no embarrassment with an erection that I had prior concerns about. You will always have a towel as a backup just in case. We have not seen that become an issue for anybody. The hardest part of that first day nude was having to get dressed for the trip back home.

We now see White Tail Resort in Ivor, VA routinely, as it is our favorite nudist resort. The people are extremely friendly there. White Tail is a family oriented resort attended by people of all ages. To be nude all weekend, and to awaken and walk outside bare in the morning and feel the sun as well as the atmosphere all over your naked body is pure bliss. We now holiday at nudist resorts virtually entirely.

Our other favourite nudist resorts comprise Cedar Creek, Serendipity Park, Cypress Cove, and Lake Como. All these resorts are family oriented resorts and are listed on the AANR website. We know that we are safer at a nudist resort than at a hotel. The relaxation at a nudist resort is beyond any other we have ever experienced. The practice of social nudism has been a lifesaver because of the pressure relief we enjoy while nude.

One day naked around other people enjoying life in this wholesome surroundings is just like a week in a luxury clothed resort. If you never have experienced do not deny yourself this experience. Nudism is a genuine retreat from the uptight and pretentious cloth society we live in. When we see people of all ages playing sports, having a meal together or just resting nude among buddies, our only regret is that we did not start this awesome lifestyle earlier.

-Captain & Candies

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Ah, nudists! Over time I’ve grown to actually appreciate nudists and nudist

hangouts in general. Now, as a youthful children, closer to infancy, I remember we consistently made like Tommy from the Rugrats and constantly stripped our clothes away. (Eventually they recorded all our clothing on with duct tape and then further fastened us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents did not tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve merely been one of the lucky ones.
child, I had to go through my parents divorce, then of attempting to figure out who to live with. At first, I resided with my mom for a couple years. I still remember all the different roommates we had living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, people from many walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well rounded with a variety of belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good buddy in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you’ve got to “practice being naked” since we all are under our clothes anyhow, but people who favor that lifestyle do often drop those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of simply being nude constantly, he consistently made sure that it would be okay with all of the other roommates including my mom, my sister and I, before he appeared undressed, so that everyone in the house wouldnt be too worried when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked guy running across the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I ‘d been brought up, I wasnt worried by it. as soon as I needed to have non-nudist friends over, I’d make sure to tell him so ahead of time and he’d immediately go throw on a pair of shorts with no complaint. So that the system we had in the household worked just fine.
My mom was quite openly excited about nudity also, along with all those other taboo subjects that come up awkwardly when youre a teen when talking with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our teenager years, she made sure that we understood about different things that go on in other peoples houses, behind closed doors, and even in our home not that being nude was a huge matter. ( I don’t have any doubt if our President and his staff ran around nude, the countrys reaction would be one of complete approval!)] Social nudity outdoors with several hundred other folks simply wasnt her thing.
It was, nevertheless, Georges thing, and he belonged to a local nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I remember asking him about the area and he always replied enthusiastically about it as being fine and an enjoyable area, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mother, my sister and I to go whenever we determined it was time, however he would not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s entire understanding of what the behaviour rules were there. Eventually, perhaps a year after, my mom and sister did go with him, and loved the experience very much. But by then I ‘d moved out and lived with my father and stepmom and was being raised in a fairly sheltered, religious kind of way. This entire nudist thing didnt look sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less amenable to the idea of being nude around others until several years afterwards.
We both made sure it was fine with my mother, and it was, so away we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy kid I was, I didn’t run around chucking my clothes right away. Instead, I believe the first few times I fastened myself in the pool and scarcely left it, except perhaps to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a kid. You did not? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to naked badminton…) It wasnt that I was uncomfortable in the place, because everyone was extremely pleasant and encouraging. I suppose I played badminton to stop from staring at individuals. It is hard not to stare at fifty or so folks lounging about like lizards in the sun without a shred of clothing on. Especially when you are fourteen. Obviously, when you’re fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and tight skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were their parties.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. There has to be something in between!” Then they recognize there’s Election Day (which is not really something to observe these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they are tough to find). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a bash and have plenty of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and observing their nakedness, er I mean the holiday at hand.
On one such vacation, I can’t recall which, they had one quite talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, if you’ve never had a paintbrush pulled across your buttocks, well let me tell you, it tickles! I chose to get up enough nerve to possess the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to just under my back. It seemed wonderful, indeed! Everyone was telling me how amazing it seemed, on me and only in general. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a lot of ol’ nude people. But so I pranced around all day, displaying my backside to each adoring onlooker. Subsequently, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I began looking forward to it almost every weekend, as I had made many friends there of all ages, and enjoyed being able to just lounge about in the sun. I loved it so much, after a number of years I quietly started telling some of my friends about it. And still later that summer, I brought an Internet buddy from Ohio while he seen to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. Over the next few years, I invited quite a few buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having a fantastic experience! As it is possible to observe, this lifestyle is some thing that now I love sharing with folks I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I enjoy running around my very own house nude whenever I get the chance (and at my mothers house whenever I return to visit.) I’m now proud to say I’m a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I ‘ve my mother and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years ago.
That all being said, I think I have some sunning to do. It is a fairly wonderful day and I’ve a great balcony that is calling to me.

Being nude on the shore is the hottest thing ever

HI, my name is Jennifer and I would like to let you know about how I discovered one of the very awesome things ever. This is how I discovered that nude beaches are simply amazingly sexy and that it is the most teasing encounter which you can potentially have, if you’re a girl that is. It all started about three years back when two of my girlfriends and I took our first holiday together. We were still in school and we decided to treat ourselves to something truly special, so we reserved a flight to the French Riviera, determined to spend some good times there until the money lasts. One of my friends, Beth, she even knew a little French, so we were fine.
Our hotel was virtually on the beach and we spend the majority of the day on such beach for the very first couple of days. They were these insanely adorable local men, with perfect bodies, charming as hell and did I say they were cunning? They said that it was accurate and that they sometimes go there. They told us that they would meet us tomorrow on ‘our’ shore with their boat as you could not get there by land.

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Tomorrow, the three of us were waiting for the guys, all three still in our bikinis. We were not risking it or anything. They were also in shorts. We took a boat ride of maybe 15 minutes. We could not believe our eyes how lovely it was. It was a little secluded, with no more than twenty people there. Just the prettiest little shore you can imagine. As we were getting nearer, I saw that everyone on the beach was totally naked. There were a few couples, a few families and so on.
When we got off the boat, the guys stripped instantly like it was nothing. We couldn’t believe it. It was like they didn’t mind at all that they were naked. And to tell you the truth, we did not at all. This was enough to rank among our best days ever, cute French guys nude like the day they were born. We, however, were not that prepared to get naked at once. My buddies took of their tops and following a little while, we said what the hell and took all of it away. We could see that the guys were trying really hard to stay cool, but you may feel that they got 10 times as interested.
I really could sense the blood inside me boiling and I understood that everyone felt the same manner. It was apparent that everyone wanted the same thing, but we all agreed, without saying anything, to keep it bottled inside. At a few minutes, I felt like I was really going to get the greatest orgasm ever with no touches or . It was simply incredible. And the feel of the sun and the water on my naked body… When I think about it now I feel all amusing, let alone afterward.
It was the sexiest day I’ve ever had, and there clearly was no sex involved. Just being at the shore nude can do .

First let me say what a great site. As a 47 y.o. guy in the UK it is fascinating to read that many

Hopefully the day when public nudity becomes more acceptable is drawing nearer!
Always being one to challenge the organization I viewed nudity as an expansion of the political and societal approaches I held. More people were prepared to be nude in public as a kind of protest and I increasingly came to think of clothes as another type of oppression. (At the time clothes was also a signifier of class.) I first started going naked “in secret” during holidays when no one was around, I assume I still felt there was something “perverse” about it, but there was likewise an elation of feeling more in tune with nature without clothing about it than just adolescent rebellion.
It wasn’t until I was in my twenties I encountered social nudity. It took seconds to get out of my clothing, but this was very different to any fabric shore I Had ever been to – instead of having your own little space and no intereaction with anyone else this was extremely friendly, folks would come and chat and there was no feeling of distress about it. There was also no distinction of class, there were individuals from many different backgrounds but no social hurdles. There were men as well as women, singles and couples, gay and straight, and you felt you can speak to anybody.
The one obvious missing group was younger folks. Although there were families with young kids there were no teenagers or beach sex , all the adults were pretty much middle aged or elderly. Since then I spend as much time as possible nude, have eventually become a routine beach goer, went close to the beach and organize my work so I can be on the shore as frequently as possible (not as regularly as I’d enjoy thanks to our climate). I have also shaved all body hair as it feels so much pleasanter and affords a more even tan. My best friends are naturists and I’ve met some great people at various shores and on the web.
There are several favorable changes from my early days, there are more younger folks from the missing age group at seashores nowadays. More non naturists seem more tolerant of naturists, and also the net has become a great forum to swap ideas.
Our media still sees naturism with the same sort of “naughty postcard” image and advertisements still uses nudity to sell products. Things are slowly changing though and it’s nice to see sites like this helping to alter attitudes. Keep up the good work. Any opinions are welcome.

I learned something about myself that summer

If you did not understand me or if we were only acquaintances, you would likely think of me as the most uninteresting person in the world, one of those women that go through life without anyone but their closest family and friends noticing that she’s even there. I am not complaining. I’m only telling you this because it is an important element of my first nudist experience that soon grew into another first time for me. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I was attempting to tell you something about myself. I was never extraordinary in any way. I am not horrible; I ‘m not the most amazing girl on earth. Okay, I do have a quite pleasant bottom, but don’t tell anyone about it.
I do have a friend, my best friend in the whole world who’s unquestionably extraordinary and whom I love very much, although she can get too intense at times. I imagine we balance each other well and that’s why we click so well. I wasn’t overly excited as you can imagine. Plus I understood that she will just wonder off the instant we take our bikinis away and then she’ll be gone and I’ll be left alone, naked in public for the first time. I actually don’t understand about you, but for me, that is not something I was looking forward. Nonetheless, after a couple of weeks, she managed to grind me down and I agreed.
And would you know it, the thing that I feared the most occurred the initial day. She took off her bikini straight away and then went to chat with a few girls that she saw for the first time. Still, I kept my bikini on and I was not going to take it off until she came back. A few feet from me, there was this stunning girl, all nude and so delightful that I couldn’t believe my eyes. She is an important part of the story, as you will find out.
I simply couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I’ve seen girls nude before, but I never felt . This was something absolutely new for me. I was almost frightened at how brought to her I was. Without even noticing, I took off my top, only overly cool down a bit, I imagine. It was great.
The following day, I sort of lead my friend on the other side of the shore to ensure I can see the girl I was so crazy about yesterday. She was there, naked as the very first day, still so alluring. My friend took off again and this time I went completely nude. I will not tell you about how great it felt to swim in the ocean bare or how positively exhilarating it was to believe the water cool off of my nipples after. I wish to let you know that I finally mustered up the guts to speak to that girl. She was French and her name was Sophie and she was just as dreary as I was. We started talking and she instantly picked up on my infatuation. She let me take a picture of her, the graphic you see before you.
Now, I do not need to turn the greatest experience of my life into something public and something which will ruin everything that was specific about that experience, but I have to brag. Specifically, the following day, I ‘d my first homosexual experience, in the woods nearby and it was everything I thought it’d be. Even more. I’ll probably never to something like that before, but Sophie will always remain my biggest love. So dreary and so hot.

being relativly new to the universe of nudism I ‘ve

very few nudist experiances so mine would probarly be my first nude experiance, although more recently I met a women at a shore who told me her first bare experiance she was 17 years old and holidaying with family in the usa, her parents had gone sight seeing for the day and she made a decision to take a look at some of the neighborhood beaches. after some time of searching she found a lovely calm little cove where there was know one else near and as the day had started out bad weather wise she had not packed her bathing suit but as had brightened up she believed that she could not pass up the notion of a quick swim and as the shore was desserted she didnt believe anything of stripping off and taking A dip anyway after some time of swimming she started to get cold and so swam to a small rocky island about 50 yards out. after warming on the island she started to make back toward the beach after reaching the shore she made the shocking discovery that while she had been sunbathing on the isle the tide had come in and all of her clothes running shoes and all had been required by the sea. she was stranded no clothes no towel and what made matters worse was that she had walked to the shore so she had no automobile, there was only one thing to do she would have to walk back through a active resedential estate in broad daylight stark naked, so she did it. she said that she should have seen over 60 people over that to mile walk back to her apartment an it was the most exhilerating experiance of her life. now thats intestines !

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I just returned from a fantastic week at Club Orient on St. Martin. The very first morning I was there

I got up a little before sunrise, so I went out onto the beach. After watching , I decided to take a walk up the beach. As I walked a found that there were other bare and textile folks ahead of me. Since I was unclear in the event the entire seashore was clothing-optional I supposed that the others ahead of me knew, and that if they could do it I could too. I walked all the approach to the north end of the seashore. Since I’d started out at our waterfront chalet, right next to the Papagayo restaurant, I’d walked almost 1 1/2 miles.

On the return trip as I approached the Club Orient section of the beach I noticed three men in what I supposed were police uniforms standing in the parking lot adjacent to the shore seeing my approach. As I drew near one of them started walking in my way. Uh oh, this can not be good I thought.

Although the cop didn’t talk English he used enough English words to get me understand that I was not assumed to be nude on the section of beach from which I had simply come. He was not behaving like he was going to arrest me so I believed that it I acted adequately contrite he would let me be on my way, which he did.

It was a great thing for me that he did because except for a gold string I was wearing I had absolutely nothing with me. No identification, no cash, no credit cards, no nothing. I’d left basically all my properties behind, and really it felt delightful. I had strayed about a mile into “textile country” totally naked. No one appeared to care, and I had a ball. Ignorance really is bliss.

After I went back to see if there had been a signal signaling the end of the clothing-optional beach, but there was none. There is a sign facing north that signals the start of the Club Orient nude beach, which I suppose one could interpret as also being the end of the non-nude beach.

The sole other time during the week that we put clothes on was when we wandered up the beach again to go para sailing. We totally enjoyed ourselves at nudists photos and highly recommend it. We also highly recommend the Tiko-Tiko cruise to Tintamarre. It absolutely was our first time at Club Orient, but it will not be the last.