Social Problems in Regards to Voyeur Nudity

Centuries of oppressive idea have convinced many people the body is a shameful, useless item that should be concealed. Nonsense! The body is one of the very refined, and valuable things on earth. There are few things in existence which compare to it on an artistic, technical, or philosophical level. Celebrate the human body! It is one of just a handful of genuinely exceptional creations.

Embarrassment (voyeur nudity)

Many people are afraid of running into someone they know while naked, or – worse – being seen by someone they know (or someone they don’t) while bare. Keep in mind you will be around many other individuals who will likewise be naked. You may be briefly embarrassed at first – this is ordinary – but as you spend more time bare, you’ll realize that if everybody is naked, no one has cause for nudity-related embarrassment. As for the possibility that you just will run into someone you know – Well, should you enjoy them, you have got something new in common to discuss? Moreover, what’s there to be embarrassed about? They’re there, too, for the same reasons as you.
Defining Voyeurism :: Human sexual behavior involving achievement of sexual arousal through viewing the sexual activities of others or through watching others disrobe. To some extent voyeurism is widespread; various forms of sexual show are a regular part of sexual interest and mating behavior in most creatures, including people, but voyeurism is considered a deviant behaviour when observation ceases to be only one factor in sexual attraction and becomes the only or primary source of gratification. The risk of being caught is an added element in the excitement of the voyeur.

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

15 Top Reasons to Be Nude
1. It’s enjoyable! But once most young couples and boyfriends/girlfriends try it, they come back. Why? Because it is interesting.

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You probably know people who have vacationed at nude beaches, who skinny-dip in their own backyard pool or who lounge round the house nude. Why not?

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

1. Expose yourself. Get comfy being portugal nudist . Get to know your body. Pay attention to your body’s sensory signs, particularly when unclothed.

3. Become familiar with – and accepting of how you look without clothing.

4. In normally okay circumstances, such as a locker room.

5. Graduate to social nudity. The real thing.

The attribute, obviously, is about body acceptance. The message has been repeated frequently enough, that people (women especially) are needlessly miserable due to fears their bodies are somehow not “correct”. But this time the way to cure the issue is said quite clearly.

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

We found while not ‘social nudists’ per se that we all spent a great deal of time that way around house.

The bravest thing I ever did bare? Well how about one of the bravest….well, in fact it was more impulsive than courageous.

A number of years ago I was living in northwest Houston,,, hot, humid, Houston. Every morning (around 5 AM) before going to work I would ride my bike for 20-30 minutes throughout the area. Generally I wore sneakers, a tshirt and short pants. Well this special morning I donned my tennis shoes only – don’t ask me why. And Off went into the daybreak.

The typical morning in our area at 5 AM was just several cars with people finding their way to the expressway to get to work.

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This one morning I approached a stop sign that I usually just drove through…usually no cars around. Well a few cars were coming so I needed to halt. I did also. So off I went but turned from my usual route to lesser traveled roads…and they follow ed. This went on for a couple of streets and I finally quit. Again, we all had a great laugh. I never saw them again. It was very humorous, and certainly more intimidating than anything. I suppose my vulnerabilities were fairly clear! But, in all honesty, I wonder what I would have done had they shown up ready to bike with me. And yes, I did bike in the nude on numerous other occasions but only when it was a little dimmer than on this specific morning.

My nude beach experiences started a couple of years past; strangely enough

, it was my mom who talked me into following her to one of them when we were in France. However, the narrative I’d like to share is all about my other companion, a hot Italian girl by name Clarissa. But let me begin from the beginning.
Everything started with a Facebook telling saying that I had a new friend request from a girl I couldnt recall. Skimming through her profile (the profile graphic featured to embracing girls, so I had hard time figuring out who was the one that wanted to be buddies with me), I shortly found that she was interested in women. I snorted with surprise, but then I found myself believing that my thrills could only partially be accounted for by surprise
I am not just AC/DC, as they say, but I definitely had this run in me – for one, it has ever been the beauty of a womans body that always excited me the most. I really could stare at pictures of nude females, but male nudity simply wouldnt get me off, if you know what I mean.
Evidently, that the adventurous section of me nagged to affirm that request, which I did. Clarissa turned out to be an extremely outgoing and friendly individual; I never noticed a few hours whiling away in an lively chat. I was both excited and intrigued and definitely flattered – I ‘d have not dared to approach another girl, but being liked by a fine person of a manifested homosexuality got me higher than I believed it could.
Omitting the details Ill just mention that we became virtual friends very readily, and we are friends till this very day. I found quite fast that I was neither gay no bisexual, so it never operated between us on the more intimate degree. But we spent some great time while I was trying to work out whose side I was on, and we spent it by the beachfront in Croatia.
Italians are very large on holidaying in Croatia in general; Clarissa was obsessed with yachting in Cornati National Park. I let myself merely go with the flow when Clarissa invited me to join her during the past week of August. We started off by skinny dipping and sunbathing on the leased, but after a couple of days we found out that our camp was located within proximity of a legitimate nude beach.
Here I should say that before that instant I didnt have sex with Clarissa; she was courting me, yes, but wed never as much as kissed. However , as soon as we appeared on the nude beach together it was like a devils doing, Im telling you! I suppose to me nudism has ever been connected to a urge to impress, to be a startler as well as the talk of the town; but with almost everybody else naked around me on a nude beach it was sort of tough to impress the community with my nudity. So I nearly intuitively changed to , which was attracting attention with my alleged bisexuality.
I got all naughty and equivocal while helping Clarissa out of her shorts, I volunteered to remove her bikini bottom for her, I willingly and quite enthusiastically rubbed the sunscreen into the soft skin on her back and all the way down! My hands reached to her belly and then I touched her breasts after an instant of reluctance. My god, it was electric! And it definitely did what it was supposed to – everybody else on the shore was staring at us, both women and men!
I suppose this doesn’t make me a dyke, but an exhibitionist – big time, you betcha!! I got off as challenging as a girl can. This didn’t pass unnoticed to Clarissa, and she played up my melody. It was like being exposed on a vast scene under the open skies. I felt the same as a movie star, seriously. And I am pretty happy about what happened later that day (and that night!). Although it didnt make me change sides, hell, it was a life experience!
And now it gives me grounds to smile strangely every time they talk about lesbians – and I feel like the world revolves around me, once again!

The beaches in the sun. to walk in the most natural and free way possible, like it was supposed to be be. Without a soul to attention. their were hundreds others approximately
However they also were swimming carefree in this wonderful area, observing schools of fish swim by, and speaking to each other like they were best friends. Others were outside walking on the fine white sands of the shore. We were discussing and unashamed, floating and swimming easily in the lovely blue waters of the bay, the sun warming us with its extreme life giving rays from above. swinger nudist were the difficulties I have had in days gone by using a swimsuit filling up with air and sand and binding in the worst potential of ways. It was amazing not to need to sit in a soggy swimsuit for a change. Walking down the shore couldn’t have been easier because even though we all seemed a little different, we were all really the same, with no racial, social or sexual obstacles to overcome. on the other hand was a bit uncomfortable to say the least. In my heart I know she’d have loved it if she would have tried it, but there were too many issues for her to conquer before she could vindicate dropping her body armor. If you like you could blame it on age, you can attribute it on her self image.

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You could say it is the taboos someone has drilled into her head for a long time, that the body is bad, and seeing it’s a sin,or something. ( I really don’t actually know anywhere that this is backed up by facts!)
You could say she’s a little set in My first encounter was at a club in South Carolina. I was able to easily accommodate to this new recreation but my wife was more apprehensive. She did participate in the bare tasks but she was quite reserved and not very talkative which is uncommon for her. I thought that she had warmed up to to it by the next day but after I learned that she was ready to leave when the time arrived.
As for me, the experience was profound. I had one of the top experiences of my life. I especially loved the swimming and lounging by the pool. Normally, I get antsy when I hang out by a pool for several hours and I’m ready to go a do something different but being by the pool nude was so relaxing that I ‘d have remained for a week if time had allowed. After the experience, I was ready to go again but my wife did not share my excitement. She was glad she went but would favor that she never go again. We have been 2 times since then but she kept to herself and did not participate with others in any way. To me, the most interesting of all is being able to talk with like minded individuals and just enjoy the organization of other people doing the same things I like to do.
I still very much love being naked in a social setting but my wife doesn’t like it and wishes I would just give it up. I keep hoping that things will change but for now, I a catch the chance to enjoy some nude diversion whenever my wife is away (which is not often) or I can spend just a few hours AWOL when she’s occupied with a wedding shower or some kind of “girl” occasion. I keep hoping that one day she will change her mind and be more receptive to this but for now, I am just taking it slow.manners or a little hard headed. You could say she only believed naked was crude and lewd, and consistently sexual in content. I guess I am lucky to join the 10% or so who may be a little more receptive to these not so new ideas.
The Natural One

I want to introduce myself first, before presenting you my evolution to nudism. My name is Didier.

I am french, so please excuse me, my english can contain some blunders… I’m 25, male, soon wed, and I Have been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, in which the idea of nudism itself is considered as a pervert matter. So, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I’ve also never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summer. I was then only 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I watched a report on TV, featuring a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still remember some quite funny things in : everybody was fully nude, including all the guests and the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing just a hat and a butterfly-node, and also the spouse just a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the very first time, I thought about going bare…
The next night, I then attempted to sleep naked for the first time in my entire life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was chilly, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was bare. But anyway, I found it fairly good, since I felt uncommonly free (I normally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I strove to stay naked the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day. I did all the standard stuff in the nude, and this was extremely plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather unhappy to have to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had found me, and I am still addicted to it !
But as I still dreaded the possible reaction of my parents, I did not sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I attempted to stay naked as long as possible when my parents were away.
Approximately one year after, I ‘d abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping naked more and more frequently. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to wake me, detected my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But astonishingly, she did not have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I had clarified her, that I couldn’t bear pyjamas, T shirt and chemise during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first success ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. Two years later (in 1994), I liked to try to be nude outside for the first time. I had the possibility that there were little woods near the building where we were living. With the other kids, we were used some years before to go playing in these woods. One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the area where I played before, and I took all my clothes off. The sensation of independence was remarkable… I tried to revive this experience once or twice, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been immediately denounciated to my parents…
During that period also, I attempted to go without underwear. I did it a couple of times, but immediately stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I CAn’t prevent my manhood to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for a long time. During the summer 1996, I made an important step : I shown to my mother, that I wanted to remain nude at home. One day, while she had gone away for a couple of seconds, I went into the bathroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message describing that, when I’d go out of the washroom, I would stay bare since I felt better like this.
She revealed herself as being more open minded than what I really could believe… So, I spent nearly one month nude, only swearing when my dad was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The rest of the time, I remained naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was one of the greatest summers I’ve ever had !
I needed to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was prevented to sleep nude during one year, except during the weekend and vacations, once I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
As this was not far from home (50 km), I went there on my bike. The first time, there were no nudists as the little lakes and shores were overcrowded (it was the 15 August weekend). But the next time, there was nobody… I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass region, and got nude. For the very first time in my life, I was nude in public, with others who could see me. I loved 2 excellent hours. I went back there quite often during the next 4 years, with great experences, and much more poor ones…
For the great ones, I will mention that I’ve meet my first bare girls here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, entirely naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence and the landscape. A lot of people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was quite weel allowed in this area except during the weekends in the middle of the summertime.
But I also discovered, for the very first time, that nudism could also be correlated to sexual perversion… Lots of gay are used to meet around these lakes, nor wait to try to have sex with any nude guy they see… I needed to reject them fairly regularly, and I had ordinarily no difficulty, but I eventually stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid further difficulties.
I tried to really go to lots of other “nude locations” in the region, but they were ultimately all gay meeting points. I did not go there again… For the first time in my entire life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a street, with 3 neighbours). I started to remain nude here more and more frequently, only cursing for going out (in group or to ride on my bike), or to bring something in the common refrigerator on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms).
So, during 2 years, I had to keep my windows shut, then secluding myself a bit… The third year in Grenoble, I’d went into a bigger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I stayed more and more naked. Consistently fearing to be found… In April 2001, on an extremely small scaling road with no traffic, I even attempted once to ride on by bike in the buff, during approximately 10 km. That was a fantastic experience, but I didn’t have the chance to attempt once again…
My advancement in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public beach, where nudism is let. It is there that I ‘d my first real nudist encounter in public, without dreading homosexual advances, during summer 2003. I really loved it, and I now wait for the heat once more to spend new great times on this beach, with my girlfriend, who I am attempting to convert to nudism additionally. A couple of months before, I determined once again that I wouldn’t wear knickers anylonger. I packaged all my panties in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible location (except one slip for absolute necessity cases). As my penis is currently much more quieter, there’s no trouble at all, and I now never wear underwear, under any type of clothing, including jeans which I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she is still not really converted to nudism, she values the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The following steps will be :
First, the completion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife afterward) to nudism; I understand she will do it, as she’s not opposed to this notion, but it’ll clearly take a lot of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I ‘m… Afterwards, spend holidays in nudist resorts. I am hoping this will become the truth next year. Well, that’s all; Thanks to all of the people who had the courage to read my litterature until here

Two first encounters

I started appreciating nudism by sleeping in the nude. After I started to do my work across the house nude. My wife was surprised when I came downstairs nude one day and I really could tell her unwillingness.

One late summer day after working on the boat I was really warm so I drove around to the lake. Since it was mid-evening there were quite few folks at the beech so it was able to locate a secluded place. I walked into the lake and when chest deeply took off my swimsuit. It felt amazing. Before I walked out of the water, so as to not offend anyone, I put the suit back on.

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I’ll never forget the sensation of the first time naked in Lake Michigan.

Near the end of summer I walked from the lake into the dunes. I removed my swimsuit and was bare outdoors, other than my backyard, for the first time. I remember thinking to myself that I am a “nudist.”

After hiking in the dunes several times but concerned about clothed hikers I decided on trying a nudist club. The best part of visiting a club is that can question along the nature trail, go into the pool, etc. and not be concerned about other individuals.

Being at a club, it does not matter if someone is naked or not. YOU can be nude and love. I only wish I’d have started this earlier.

Everything I Thought It Would Be

After discussing a visit to Gunnison Beach here in NJ, my lovely wife and I chose to make the trip. I’m 40 and my wife is 41. We were both conscious that it was ‘clothes optional’ and I understood that most folks would be nude, but I think my wife thought it’d be a 50-50 split (bare, partially nude).

When we got there she was a little overwhelmed. She did not take her suit off at all. Nonetheless, after a while of sitting in our chairs and seeing the scenery, I felt I really could take the following step. I asked my wife if she thought it was OK, and she looked at me with a look that said, “are you crazy?” But she then said, “sure, do it.”

A few seconds later, I stood up and took off my swim suit. And guess what? Nothing happened. No earthquake. No bolt of lightning. Nothing. Everyone went about their business.

I, however, loved this new feeling…sitting in the sun, wind blowing…it was incredibly refreshing and freeing. I adored it. After a couple of beers, I asked my wife if she wanted to walk to the water with me. Again, she looked at me with a look that said, “are you crazy?”

I mentioned, “why not.” So, at first she didn’t want to go, but after a second she said sure. That was fairly intimidating. I’m walking in my birthday suit through dozens of men and women.

Anyway, the water was beautiful. Swimming sans clothes was a first for me also…and it was another fantastic experience. I made the walk from our seats to the water 3 or 4 times, every time enjoying it increasingly more.

I would like to go back and try it again. My wife is now talking about going back and removing her top. Hey, whatever makes her comfortable. We are going to see how it goes.

-Craig J
New Jersey
Our Bare Experience

When I was a lad the words “naked” or “nude” were not part of my family’s vocabulary. The sole nudity we understood started with your shower, and ended as soon as you could catch your towel. My brother and I never went shirtless or barefoot. We were never even permitted to wear sandals or flip-flops. Being nude was never an option.

As always, life goes on. School, work, nudists photos , children, divorce; all flew by in what appeared to be a short span of time. With the dawn of the Internet I found out about this matter call “social nudism.” I was intrigued and the notion grew slowly that I’d like to participate in this nude adventure. After my divorce, I began to sleep in the nude, which found to be a whole lot more comfortable than wearing pajamas. Still I lacked any social interaction with other nudists.

About this time I remarried. My wife, of Eastern European background, was open to our sleeping nude. After the children moved out to start their particular families, we began to be much freer with our clothes at home and we talked frequently about nudity and whether it was right or wrong according to Biblical standards. As Christians we needed to do the right thing. Examination of the Scriptures led us to the final outcome that simply being nude, and being nude with others was not in conflict with our Bible. We started to be naked at home increasingly more. We still hadn’t been able to go anywhere that let nudity.

Finally we had our opportunity one winter when we were on a Caribbean cruise. The ship docked in Jamaica. I ‘d already learned that we could get day passes at a resort that had an Au Natural isle. We took a taxi to the resort and checked in at the desk. They desired to show us around the resort but surprisingly my wife would not have anything to do with this kind of tour. She needed to get out to the island as soon as possible. I could not agree more. When we arrived, we found two lounge chairs in a sunny place. We had our clothes off in the blink of an eye. Like many others have said, it was so good to be nude. We swam around a little and then came the moment of truth – meeting other folks. We talked to a number of the other guests and we loved our time there so much we actually hated to leave. Being naked on the island was so natural and easy. We were hooked!

This summer we have traveled to three nudist clubs/resorts. We even ran in a clothes optional 5K race at Turtle Lake Resort in Michigan. We’d so much fun. My wife and I agreed that we should have done this earlier! Why did we wait so long?

-John Y
Our Michigan First Time

My wife and I frequently vacation in Michigan. We are home nudists for the last six months. By this I mean that we were staying nude sometimes after a shower and then we began being nude before bedtime. We drink coffee and eat lunch nude.

My wife was unwilling but she agreed that there clearly was no harm since we’ve been married more than 35 years. This summer we went north and found a disjunct lonely beach in northern Michigan. We walked for miles to locate a peaceful spot to read and sunbathe. Most beaches in Michigan are full of noisy children and upset parents. We merely needed seclusion to locate some peace and enjoy the sunlight.

Nonetheless, I went swimming after an hour of sunlight and my swimsuit got too wet to lay back on my towel , and so I took it off. My wife, who’s awfully shy and extremely religious was disturbed that we might be arrested for my nakedness. We are conservative Republicans and we usually do not condone criminal actions. But I explained to her that as long as nobody was seeing me nude I committed no crime.

She was getting hot and after much whining she also brought of her swimsuit and went for a dip at the lake. I don’t understand why being naked is a crime if you’ve a designated spot where it could be legal to be without your clothes. Anyhow we will start writing our representatives to change the laws in the Michigan National Lakeshore so that individuals don’t have to feel like criminals if they offend no one.

I do not understand why with the membership your organizations has, nobody has come up with a plan to legalize some regions of Michigan to be clothing optional. We must change the perception that nakedness is a violation that should be penalized by the law. A lewd act should be penalized but a naked body is no motive to be arrested or punished.

Oak Park, Illinois
Allow the Adventure Begin!

I have always found it interesting how different people define their “first time” nudist experience. While the first social nudist encounter is a significant occasion, I really consider two “first times” when I think of my nudist life.

First, is the conscious decision to adopt nudism as part of who I am as a person — to buck social standards, to accept something some others see as strange. From my first age, I’ve always loved being naked. Nevertheless, I was far from open about it, keeping it concealed, keeping it to myself, and like many others, only spending time naked when alone. Why? Fear. Fear of ridicule, embarrassment, and not being who others desired me to be.

Moreover, there was a specific level of self doubt that perhaps my nudist hobby was “a bit peculiar.” Perhaps it was only a period. It was not until early maturity that I finally said, nope, this isn’t weird, it isn’t a period — it is pure, it’s wholesome, it’s authentic, it is entertaining, and it is lovely. More to the point, it is part of me. I’m quite proud of that determination. It is an achievement every nudist or naturist shares.

My first “social” encounter wasn’t at a club or a beach or anything like that. It was in my dwelling. It was the night I got up the nerve, turned to my wife and said, “I think I Had like to be naked around the home occasionally…..just because I like it. Will that freak you out?” Clearly, she understood I clearly enjoyed being naked, but I had never sought out time to be nude only for the pure enjoyment of it. Needless to say, she didn’t mind. I will never forget the exhilaration of walking into our living room, just moments later, fully nude.

Ever since then, I’ve had many “nude adventures.” As much as I cherish each if them, they all return to the day I first determined nudism was really going to be a portion of my own life and also the nighttime I shared it with the love of my own life. I am a better person for it — more joyful, more understanding, more accepting. I’m happy to say I have never looked back!


My dad tells me I ‘ve a habit of following the path less travelled, and so it was with becoming a nudist.

When I was sixteen one of my mates, Tony, proposed we go and take a look at the neighborhood nude beach. Not having seen a real live naked girl before I immediately agreed and we set off.
When we got there we took up a position where we could see everyone on the beach, but we were concealed by trees. I wasn’t comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the shore and sit in the crowd. Tony said that would be too bizarre so we stayed hidden for about twenty minutes, and I saw my first nude woman (and my fiftieth, all on the one day).
Walking home Tony asked, What do you think makes people would like to go naked on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, but there has to be something to it otherwise why would there be so many folks on an out of the way seashore. Nonetheless, in the back part of my head was a idea that maybe I’d like to attempt, but would I have the nerve.
The idea continued to grow and enjoy most beginners I began sleeping nude when possible, and questioning round the house nude when the chance arose. This had me becoming more comfortable bare, but the thought had grown to a desire to attempt the nude beach.
So, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the seashore ascertained that I ‘d be bare in the sunshine. I laid out my towel, took off my top and short pants, but couldn’t go any farther. I couldn’t tell myself to take off my Speedos so I sat there hoping for inspiration.
Over an hour after I still hadn’t progressed, when three girls, only a few years older than me, laid out their towels next to me and seconds later were naked. After a few minutes, among the girls turned to me and said, This a nude beach only the perverts sit down here in their Speedos.
Im sorry, I said. It is a new experience for me and Im nervous about being nude.
Get over it, she said. There’s likely a 120 members on this seashore, why would yours be special. If you are not definitely going to be bare you probably shouldnt be here.
Her friends where nodding in approval, so I got up and went for a swim hopeful of finding courage to drop my swimmers. It didnt come I packed up my stuff and headed home.
Later that afternoon my girlfriend, Anna, asked me where I was during the day. I told her roughly where I had been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the nude girls again?
No, I was trying to find out what it is like being nude on the beach?
What? Were you down there naked? she inquired.
No, I not could convince myself to lose my pants.
Well, maybe we can try again tomorrow, she said.
Tomorrow morning you, and I, proceed to the shore and strive for an all over tan. Perhaps if you have some support you may be a courageous lad.
So the following morning the two of us walked round the path to the seashore, as with each step the butterflies grew in my stomach. We climbed down onto the shore and took up position close to the middle in the high tide mark.
The beach is small by any standards at about 40 metres long, and five metres of sand at high tide. With the 20 or so nude people, it suddenly appeared quite crowded. We laid out our towels and dressed down until I was in my swimming costume and Anna in her pink bikini.
Are young nudist pictures going to take those off? she said.
Im going wait awhile, Im a bit unsure at the moment.
OK, we can lie here and talk.
Anna afterward laid face down and we chatted about all the things adolescents roam over, discussing who of our friends were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our strategies for the rest of the summer holidays.
Anna then requested me to undo the ties of her bikini top and also the conversation continued as it had before. Soon after she lifted onto her elbows showing the profile of a lightly tanned breast, although the tan lines of her bikini stood in comparison.
We continued talking and individuals continued to file on the seashore, plus a real crowd was starting to form. There were also a large number of yachts and motor boats taking up moorings in the bay. Some of these boats had just one man on board, while others had entire families on board, including some with children the same age as Anna and I. The common theme was that almost all on board were nude.
Anna proposed a swim and bound to her feet leaving her bikini top lying on the towel. I must have revealed my surprise, as she grabbed my hand and said, Come on slow poke, get into the water. I had no alternative and we were soon up to our belly buttons in the water.
Peter, have you noticed we are the only two people on the beach wearing costumes? she said.
Yes, but
Why dont we take them away in the water and swim around for a while and see how we feel?
Yes, but
There clearly was no argument Anna had her bikini bottom off in a single movement and was then tugging at the side of my swimmers.
Its OK I can do this myself. So I did and for the very first time, since I was two years of age, I was nude in public.
We frolicked in the water, pushing each other under, hanging off the anchor lines of the moored boats, and diving for the bottom. The water was cool, as it always is in the weeks before Christmas but the heat of the day more than made up for the small chill getting in. Visibility under water, without mask and snorkel, was reasonable, but only really clear enough to see where rock and sand joined, we could not see any detail like fish and coral that will have been apparent with some gear.
While swimming, I had hung our swimmers around my neck, so they did not accidentally vanish, and we always stayed in at least waist depth water. Anna appeared entirely at ease in the water, flashing her bottom each time she glided underwater. I wasn’t that comfortable, but the veil of water supplied some security. Eventually we decided it was time to get out. I slipped my swimmers back on to leave the water and Anna gave me a look of pained despair, but she put her bottoms back on and we went and laid back on our towels.
I towelled off, and re laid my towel to lie in the sun. Anna only dropped down on her towel, rung the water from , and laid back.
Are you comfortable? I mean, topless in front of all these people, I mumbled.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Simply asking, thats all.
Well relax a bit, topless on a nude beach is no big deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Im not comfortable out of the water. Not just yet.
Dont worry about it, Im just ribbing you. Can you get my water bottle out and hair brush out of my beach tote? she inquired.
I needed to stand to get her stuff out and when I had found the drink bottle, I turned to find Anna slipping out of her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you really comfortable? I mean, naked in front of all these individuals, I said.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Only asking, thats all.
Well relax a little, naked on a nude beach is no huge deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Im getting the point, I said
I looked up, I looked down, I looked all around, and I was the sole individual on the shore that was not bare. What where my options I handed Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and instantly rolled onto my belly.
Anna giggled and I said Whats amusing Im nude arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with this kind of white bum!
Then I detected the place that had been covered by Annas bikini bottom was the same light tan as her breasts, as well as the penny finally dropped.
Youve been here before havent you!
Yes, with Mum, Dad and my sister many times, but I wouldnt come here on my own.
So you’ve got an all over tan?
Yeh we tend to not worry much about clothing around the home or round the pool.
So your family would be nudists then?
Yes, they’re and so are you now!
And I’ve been ever since.

First time bare in public? Thatis a great question.

So young that I can not recall. My maternal grand-parents were practical and frugal, and that set the attitude towards clothing. Do not get your clothes dirty. “If you are going to play in the mud, take your clothes off.”
As a child, I had a vitamin D deficiency, and there were two solutions, cod liver oil (yuk) and more sun. Since sun was free and my parents didn’t have to induce me to take it, playing nude was the alternative.
Being raised in the rural Lower Mainland of BC, most of it was rural then, researching (hiking) with your playmates (boys and girls) was the common task (no sports fields), if you got too warm, you went skinny dipping in the following creek, no big deal.
As a kid I didn’t have a bathing suit or a tuxedo. “Why purchase something that you’ll barely ever use?” Going to the beach was a special event, maybe twice annually, and when we did, it was to one end of the shore. Mum had a bathing (the only one in the family). Father went in the water in his panties. Granny brought another house-dress to wear in the water. Grandpa, my brother and myself went in the water nude but dressed on the shore.

Would you think that my family was very spiritual at this time? They were, but “small apparel” meant don’t flaunt your wealth, not hide what God created, your body. When I was a teen/young adult there were a lot of areas in the Lower Mainland that we would go to and celebration and skinny dip, but many of them have become regional parks now. didn’t have a problem with nudity, she’d strip anytime and anywhere. I was too conservative.
When I was dating my second wife, Germaine, I in invited her to Wreck Beach. The response was “I Will go, but I’m wearing a bathing suit.” While pursuing one of my sons, she fell out of her top, and away it arrived. About 10 minutes after, “What the hell.” and away came the rest. The subsequent year the climb/hike became a difficulty for Germaine, so we looked for a nudist club. We found and joined the previous Sunny Trails Club in Surrey, and have been part of organized nudism ever since.
We’re likely not accurate Nudists/ Naturists because we really believe that nakedness is natural and not sexual. They truly don’t, or there won’t be so many rules to show that it isn’t. Do not do this or that, or do not wear this or that, because it might seem to be sexual. More on this at an other time.

Ah, nudists! Through the years I’ve grown to really appreciate nudists and nudist

hangouts in general. Now, as a youthful kids, closer to infancy, I remember we always made like Tommy from the Rugrats and continuously stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran round the house attempting to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something different. (Eventually they recorded all our clothes 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 among . Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I had to go through my parents divorce, then the awkward decision of attempting to figure out who to live with. Initially, I resided with my mother for a couple years. I still remember all the different roommates we had living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, folks from many walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well rounded with numerous belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good friend in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you have to “practice being nude” since we all are under our clothes anyhow, but those who favor that lifestyle do have a tendency to drop those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of merely being nude on a regular basis, he always made sure that it would be acceptable with the rest of the roommates including my mother, my sister and I, before he seemed undressed, so that everyone in the house wouldnt be too bothered when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked guy running around the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I ‘d been brought up, I wasnt bothered by it. When I wanted to have non-nudist friends over, I would be sure to tell him so ahead of time and he would instantly go throw on a set of shorts with no complaint. So that the system we had in the family worked just fine.
My mom was very openly enthusiastic about nudity also, as well as all those other taboo issues that come up awkwardly when youre a teenager 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 dwelling not that being nude was a huge matter. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of total approval!)] Mother was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home nude, run around the backyard nude, but not run around a nudist park. Social nudity outside with several hundred other folks merely wasnt her thing.
It was, nevertheless, Georges thing, and he belonged to a local nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I recall asking him about the area and he always replied enthusiastically about it as being nice and also a fun area, but I wasnt quite ready yet.

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He made a standing invitation for my mom, my sister and I to go whenever we determined it was time, but he would not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s entire understanding of what the conduct rules were there. Finally, maybe a year later, my mother and sister did go with him, and enjoyed the experience very much. But by then I had moved out and lived with my father and stepmom and was being raised in a fairly sheltered, spiritual sort of manner. This whole nudist thing didnt appear sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less receptive to the concept of being nude around others until a few years after.
Then came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mothers house I finally got the guts to ask George if I could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with my mom, and it was, so away we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy youngster I was, I didn’t run around dropping my clothing right away. Rather, I believe the first few times I fastened myself in the pool and scarcely left it, except possibly to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a youngster. You didn’t? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to naked badminton…) It wasnt that I was uncomfortable in the area, because everyone was extremely pleasant and supportive. I guess I played badminton to avoid staring at individuals. It’s hard not to stare at fifty or so folks lounging about like lizards in the sun without a shred of clothes on. Specially when you’re fourteen. Obviously, when you’re fourteen, you also thank for your youth and taut skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were their bashes.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Ok, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there is Thanksgiving, but damnit! There must be something in between!” Then they realize there is Election Day (which is not actually something to observe these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they’re hard to find). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a party and have plenty of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the holiday at hand.
On one such holiday, I can not remember which, they had one very talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, in the event you’ve never had a paintbrush dragged across your bottom, well let me tell you, it tickles! I made the decision to get up enough nerve to have the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to just under my rear. It looked wonderful, really! Everyone was telling me how awesome it looked, on me and only in general. I believe even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they will put anything on television – even a bunch of ol’ nude folks. But so I pranced around all day, displaying my backside to every adoring onlooker. Afterwards, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I started looking forward to it almost every weekend, as I ‘d made many friends there of all ages, and enjoyed being able to just lounge about in the sun. I appreciated it so much, after a couple of years I quietly began telling some of my buddies about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. Later the same year I brought there my boyfriend at the time (even though he proved to be a whole lot more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still after 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 couple of years, I invited quite several pals to join me at the resort, and all of them wound up having a terrific experience! As it is possible to view, this lifestyle is something that now I really enjoy sharing with folks I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I appreciate running around my very own house nude whenever I get the opportunity (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 have my mom and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years back.
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.

Now this is an experience still gives me nightmares up to this

I was an associate of a group before and we would usually practice at night when everyone’s off from school or work at a friend’s garage, we were all about exactly the same age, around 20-24, I was 20 then and among the most youthful so was our pianist who was also a girl, my sister who was not an associate of the group, would often join us when we practice since she likes hanging out with the guys… then we had the men: the drummer, the lead guitarist, the bassist, the rhythm guitarist and (extra) percussionist
On this specific night however, two more guys joined the practice solely for the heck of it… right in the middle of one song, the lights went out!

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after a couple of minutes of panicking, we found out from a neighbor that it was a citywide blackout, as well as the lights will not be back until after about 2 hrs
We were devastated! we desired to practice for , so we decided to stay and wait for the lights to come back on so we could practice some more… and so we remained…
But it was getting hotter and the mosquitoes kept buzzing around our heads if not biting us… one of the guys suggested we go take a dip in the little river just behind the house… everybody said yes so we all trooped down to the river…
However when we got there, we realized we didnt have bathing suits!!!LOL… so I said: well it’s dark anyway, why don’t we just take off our clothes and dive right in?! someone chirped: great thought!
All the guys got busy taking off their shirts and short pants, and jumped into the water inside their briefs…it was pitch dark and we couldn’t see a thing no matter how much we extend our eyes!!!lol but my sister and i and the pianist (we were the only girls there) were fairly uncertain..we didnt need our underwears to get wet, or else our parents might find out we didnt “exactly” practice but went swimming in the river instead…we’d be grounded for sure! so we said among ourselves: they won’t see a thing anyway, so let’s just take evrything away and jump into the river fast!!!!
So we discard all our underwear bra and panties and everything in and dived right into the cold water!!! whew!! what a relief!! the water felt cold on our warm and mosquito-bitten bodies and the men didnt even know that we took off even our underwears!!! hahaha
While swiming though, a number of the guys would come near us and splash water on our faces, some would try to shove us playfully but we had to stay away from them as far as possible..or else they might find out our secret!lol
After a couple of minutes cooling off in the water, everyone had had enough, so we all decided to get out of the water and merely wait for the light to come back on inside our buddy’s house…
The 2 girls and I decided we should get out of the water together with the men so that they would all be too busy getting into their own clothes that they won’t see us placing our underwear back on
So we got out of the water together with the guys…
while we were still attempting get into our underwear hurriedly…would u consider???? the fucking lights suddenly went back ON!!!! and it was so bright you wouldnt even believe it was !!! it took us a split second to understand the lights came back on, when we did, we needed to pick up our clothes and scamper behind a vast tree for cover!!!
The guys were briefly blinded by the flood of light so we guess (hopefully) they didnt see anything..except for the flash of some naked buttocks and the panties left lying on the earth!!!lol… and yes, those were mine (both the panties and the buttocks)
They all just laughed and tried to make light of things while my sister rushed dressing up so she is able to pick my panties up from the earth and give it back to me…
After that, we all went back to practice laughing but nobody mentioned anything about seeing whatever… However I doubt if they didnt talk about it when us girls aren’t there