Several years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my house, I chose to get out as well as try new things. I approached the notion of going to a nudist resort with caution, but the idea kept nagging at me.
I’m in relatively good shape, etc., and eventually determined to give it a try. Like everyone, the first time was nerve wracking. I strode back and forth naked in my room until getting up the nerve to really go outside. It was just a few hours, and I was hooked. I enjoy going every summer now, as regularly as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and gratifying thing I’ve ever done.
A Missed Chance
It absolutely was 1947 or 48.
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ViewMy family drove over to the shore. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mother and Dad were discussing where to go. Dad needed to go to Sunshine Park but Mother wanted to visit Atlantic City. Eventually, they decided to ask my sister and I where we needed to go. We both determined Atlantic City.
Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I later located Sunshine and Health magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her occupation of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines fascinating. I enjoyed the images!!
I started to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I found a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and began to buy them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law sometimes raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was released.
It was while I was in school which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become an associate of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I made the decision to go to Atlantic City instead. Maybe my family would have become nudist. I afterwards became a nudist, but I am the only nudist in the family.
Another storyline, when I have the time!
From Skinny Dipping to Living Clothing Free
My first real nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I liked to go skinny-dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went coed and required bathing suits.
As a kid I were told that one did not go around bare, and while it was acceptable to change clothes in the existence of other males definitely it was not done in front of females.
My first concern was that I I was not sure how I could be comfortable nude in front of other folks for an extended period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being naked alone. I faced this by becoming used to going around my house nude even when I didn’t need certainly to be.
When I arrived at the resort I was met by a naked man in the office who registered me and gave me the informative data on the resort. I was subsequently directed to a parking lot where I was met by another naked man who was going to give me a tour of the place. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by seeming out of place.
My tour finished at young nudist videos and because my reason behind going there was so I could swim nude I went into the water.
Later I took a quick walk by myself. As I passed other folks a smile and “Hello” was in order, the dearth of clothes was of no importance.
I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.
As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying http://episodes.x-nudism.com , I went outside. I was dried by the gentle breeze along with the warm sunshine. That convinced me that this was how we were meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being naked. I finished the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.
Little did I know at that time how much I ‘d enjoy the comfort of being nude. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I have been on quite a few bare cruises and now live in a clothing optional community where I can be nude constantly except when it is too cold or I’m going into town.
Now, for me, being nude is my way of life.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Experience
My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the preceding year I started searching the Web for nudist places and found there were several about 70 miles away. I wanted to try it and and didn’t know if I ‘d the nerve. It wasn’t long before all my fears were gone. It felt so great to enter the pool and sunbathe without a bathing suit.
I met another couple that was there for the very first time and everyone was so friendly. No one cares what your body looks like, it’s just a relaxed feeling.
I also took part in the Skinny-Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. When you go bare it’s very difficult to have to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There is nothing like the bare lifestyle!
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two
I eventually modeled for the regular figure drawing course during the spring semester. Alas, the young lady who had introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing class was small, just five students, and I got very comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the semester, the teacher asked me to model for her general drawing class. I agreed, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything off and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it absolutely was over, I didn’t need to get dressed. Practically everyone was quite friendly, and I wondered if the nudity was what made people open up.
I went home that summer, and by then, I had learned to look in the classified ads of newspapers for a number of stuff. I found an ad for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I needed to go and experience this. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a nude girl on her knees on the earth, working in a flower garden. I went back to the vehicle and stripped down.
The camp wasn’t so packed, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A few adolescents arrived in the afternoon, home from school. A couple of them disappeared, but two girls returned, nude, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be nude and free around others, particularly individuals of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or tension.
When I went back to the Ponderosa, it absolutely was on a Saturday, and there were many more people there. I stayed for the weekly dance, and found a freedom that I had never felt. I still hate to dance with clothes on. During every excursion, I hated to put clothes on and leave. And I loathed the coming of cold weather.
I am 44 years old now and very active in my church. I still model occasionally, and I still like to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m lucky to have a wife who enjoys nudism with me, and our children have taken to it as well. I do not ever envision a time when I could ever cease appreciating bare diversion.
Fort Worth, Texas