I am unsure the best way to decide one experience as my first,

because I’ve had nudist experience over my life which didn’t really appear like nudist experiences.
At about 8, my dad, uncle and myself spent a weekend at a “fishing hole’ – no cabin, but a mobile home out in the woods. It was fantastic, it was exhilarating and it made my dad and uncle look so ‘wild and awesome’. That occurred a couple of times over a few years.
My dad passed away when I was 12. My uncle/aunt were not nudists, nor even clothing optional – only relaxed. They had a pool and skinny dipping was the norm (two cousins, boy and girl younger than me). Many times we would roam in the house still naked, which after http://xnudists.com , looked just exhilarating.
My mom and I moved to a home in a busy suburb two years after, but it had a privacy fence and fine small in-ground pool. Naturally, I skinny-dipped always, and once fall and winter arrived, would go nude a few hours each day inside. The subsequent summer when we opened the pool, I was always allowed to have friends over, and two of my closest friends (male) began skinny dipping. There was always an additional sense of independence when going bare with others.
I eventually started to boldly swim in the early morning, to start the day the best possible method, understanding my mother was still in the house. It wasn’t so much that I was being more bold, more that I was simply more comfortable, and wanted not to be ‘slipping’ around in the nude. At first, I was naturally nervous, but she never made a major issue of it, asking me that first time had I outgrown my swimming trunks as I ‘d come in wrapped only in a towel. It was a nonevent, because once I left the pool and sat across from her, we began talking about my father, and her telling me how he loved going nude.

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It might have been the first, really actual dialogue about my father we had since he died.
The next morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she needed to join me for a swim. She said she’d be out later and she did. After what was bluntly a lot of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was only tranquil and completely open. We spent about four hours talking about my dad, our family, buddies, then movies, music and things I ‘d never presume to only ‘chat’ about with my mom. It was sort of an overcast day, along with http://videonudism.com/beach put a stop to the time that had flew by to our amazement. I said I despised we had to go in, and she merely picked up my towel with her stuff and went inside. We spent the rest of the day interior in a new routine of liberation.
So, there are three moments in time for me, and I do not even consider them my first encounter. That would be at college, my fourth weekend in school, but that is another story and I’ve all ready defined the notion of ‘long-winded’.

Focus all nudists! When you go hiking, consistently bring a compassand a towel!

It was late spring in 2001 and I decided to investigate the hills above the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated just a few months earlier from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late founder, Ed Lange, determined to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had bought 27 acres of mostly undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
The Malibu property was next to what hikers know as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The most popular trail supplies hikers and nature lovers a spectacular strategy to enjoy the area’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This kind of day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to go hiking, or so I believed. I’d hiked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Generally I would wear tennis shoes plus a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and a towel (just in case I ran into someone). These days, yet, I needed to be daring. I needed to trek without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely bare! Nothing but the trail and me.
As I progressed on my hike, I started to notice the fog rolling in from the shore. It wasn’t long before I made a decision to turn around and head back. Perhaps half an hour or so later, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I ‘d was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I realized I had been walking around in circles. I did not know which way was West (the ocean) and I could not find the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to stress since the temperature frequently falls drastically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
What if I cant find my way back during daytime? I continued on the trail, now going in a way I just knew was erroneous. After another hour or so, beach fucking heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor perhaps. Then a house seemed out of the fog. I considered to myself, I got two picks. If I go down the hill to the house, the folks there may telephone law enforcement. I made the decision to go down the hill toward the home.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a man plus a lady. I ceased and I shouted you-who! As the man and woman looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I am not insane. My buddies let me hike nude on their property.
Then I smiled. The girl said that she’d get me a towel and walked to the house. The man just looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the woman came back with a towel plus a tshirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the woman as I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the t-shirt. I then asked which way was the road. The girl pointed and said, Its that manner.
I have often wondered what went through the mind of that woman. I assume she could have just as easily called the authorities as help me. On the flip side, living up in a distant portion of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she’s seen a lot of unexpected things and met lots of interesting folks who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. On the other hand, perhaps she didn’t think it was uncommon at all. Ill never understand.
So if you ever find yourself naked and lost in the mountains, just remain calm, and remember, occasionally a huge grin will cover a lot!

The very first time I was totally nude in public

, with strangers I did not know around, my husband and I were on vacation. We’d wake up quite early, before dawn, to be able to jog on the sandy shores while they were still abandoned.
We’d ended jogging on the beach, and halted in a secluded http://x-nudism.com/demo2.php near the hotel. There, we took off our clothes and walked into the ocean. At that point, 6.00 am, the shore was left, the sea, level and cold. There was a big rock reef on the sand, 40 feet inland from the shoreline, where we left our garments.
We were enjoying our early bathroom when we heard a yell. We looked up and what we saw was a large number of folks standing on the coastline.
They were mostly teenagers, of both genders, but chiefly males. They’d ridden bicycles from a nearby town, in order to spend a couple of days at the shore by themselves. They had brought their food and they were going to camp among the trees along the shore. It was quite obvious they were settling in to stay a great while.
We did not know what to do! Some of them came to us and as soon they realized I was naked, they got closer. They couldn’t believe it!
At first I was embarassed, but http://videonudism.com/firsttime/sexy-beach-pussies.php started talking and also the ice started to melt down. One of them asked me if I was shy. I was, but I said “no”. He phoned to his pals, “Hey, come and see this,” and more came. I discovered I was beginning to appreciate it. Perhaps I was the first woman they saw bare. I like to think so in my secret fantacies.
It was ten minutes before 7:00. We’d really been in the water a number of years and we were cold. My nipples were erect and protruding. And we left. I’ll never forget the look of expectation and amazement I saw on their faces.
as soon as I found myself standing on the sand, nude, in the front of them, my shyness flew away. They were admiring me… and I actually loved being naked for them!
We had time before the authorities came on their rounds to go into the trees and we stayed with them. No one got upset or angry.
They asked a lot of questions: Where are you from? Where do you live? Are you shameless? Do you do this all the time? I was fully relaxed and I completely exposed my nude body to them.
One asked if he could take pictures and he did. He took pictures of the group, some of whom had discard their particular clothing. He photographed my loving husband and I both alone and jointly. We gave him our postal address and money to send the images and we were pleasantly suprised when they actually arrived.
My first public absolute nudity proved to be a beautiful experience… I will never forget it.

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We met the group again later that day and stayed until sundown. The next morning my husband and I, bare, bathed, talked and joked with them again. The following morning when we got up, I was saddened to see they’d gone.

When I was 7 several of us were playing. Among the girls said she would get naked.

How cool. She asked http://kazyz.com to join her and no one did, so I said I ‘d. It was just so amazing to be there nude and natual like that. It was the first time I was ever naked with anyone and I adored it.

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I never had a chance to be naked till I was older. It was so awesome so many naked people. My family was amused and I remained naked with them. Then I went down the shore, took off my suit, and walked down the beach naked. So many folks naked and so many clothed. I loved it. I stood in line at a restroom naked and it was so neat. There were two girls watching me and it seemed so natural.
I spent the afternoon avoiding my family and being bare all day. I was solicited. My small dick was about an inch and a half soft and looked like a little mushroom cap.
Occasionally some girls would giggle when I walked by, but I did not care, I still loved being naked. I’m very thin and muscle and girls say good looking, but I am really small, so it was embarrassing at first.
Now, I go to nude beaches whenever I can, I love Haulover in Florida. I evern trim my pubic hair actually close and I really don’t mind if some girls giggle at family nudism pics . I really like it even though …
I go nude at my house whenever I can and when I go to school I am never going to wear clothes at home. I like to be naked as much as possible. Sure, I wish I was bigger, but nonetheless, it just isn’t significant. It does reach almost 5 inches when I am excited, still modest but oh well. Regardless how you seem, you should get nude as frequently as possible. It’s the greatest. I am hoping this will help other guys who are small or girls with small breasts realize that being bare can be amazing regardless of what you look like.
And, if you see a small guy, laugh should you’d like, but get to know him, he may be a great guy!!

In the last few years I’ve become an activist for nudism in our region and

really thought I had share some stories about how we go about it. Now I have a girlfriend who joins me in boosting nudism as well as the lifestyle.

It appears some areas like Boulder Colorado are going backwards instead of forward and this troubles me as it might start a trend in other cities as these things normally do. I am 300 miles away on the other side of the state, maybe happily, but I expect a movement will grow to reverse these laws and to train individuals concerning the true nature of simple social nudism. We as a community need to promote a better picture of nudity along with the nudist lifestyle.

Merely for example, here’s that which we are doing. http://x-pot.com made the front page of the local paper and were on TV 4 times and all of it was very positive. Next year we plan on hosting it again and again inviting the media to cover it, plus we hope to start some safe advertising to grow our group and offer free information for people who want to learn about our lifestyle. Our website has a decent amount of informative material on it already and we want to add more including a printable version so they can share it with others in a printed form.

This year my GF and I decided we no longer cared who understands we’re nudists, including her company and fellow co-workers, along with family, and guess what? We have had nearly no negative reactions. Some were a little shocked and said they could never do that, but most were curious about why we do it which opens up to the door for all of us to be ambassadors for the lifestyle and to attempt to support them to get over their negative body issues.

And it is working, slowly, a little at a time, but we are having an effect. Here’s some examples. One buddy of ours is very hefty set and was quite self conscious of her body and said she could never go nude around others. Nicely over the course of maybe 8 months I gave her reasons why she shouldn’t be embarrassed about her body and only slowly let her know about the nudist values and way of life. Finally one day she went to a private commercial hot springs with us and surprised us all by dropping her robe with nothing on. Since then she’s far more comfy being nude around others and in talking about it.

I can’t resist discussing this narrative.

It was after dinner, we’d had a bottle of wine or four, and determined we wanted to visit the bar ashore for a drink – but of course we did not desire to get dressed. Somehow we did not see this as a issue. Into the dighy we scaled, motored away to the pub (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in we walked. There were just half a dozen people there, but not surprisingly our entrance was discovered. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he immediately got naked (though his girlfriend made him get dressed again – I’ve often believed that I expected he dumped her). We sat down as generally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our dialog, and in more came along. She was very flustered, garbled a few incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders.

We spent nearly two hours in the pub and had a grand time. Eventually most of the other patrons left, the bartender got naked, and yet the server took off her top. She and our hostess then compared breast jobs and discovered they had had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was definitely a memorable night!

We went without clothes, hence without pockets, therefore without wallets, so without money. So I suppose the best element of the evening was that it wasn’t only clothes-free, it was also drinks-for-free.

Labor Day weekend typically signals the ending of the summer.

This summer, I did not spend as much bare time outside as I would’ve liked. This was largely because of the closing of Eastover (does this mean we have to switch the name of the Yahoo group?). Not until the past week of August did I spend http://damateur.net in the sun. Thru a Meetup.com group for massage exchanges, I med someone for a trade which has a small lawn that’s some privacy. After our trade on each other, we spent some time in the lawn having a lite bite. It was kinda fine. The majority of my naked time was spent inside in my place, at B.A.N.G. (Boston Area Naturist Group) events, and at some bare yoga classes.
During the last week of August, I went to GNI for the last 5 day period. As always, it’s nice to be naked for a few days with old friends and making new ones. Again http://videonudism.com/nude held a massage workshop, and taking the lead from an Eastover fellow I also held a Massage Therapist Roundtable. One attendee that is a photographer was seeking people to model for him to experiment with different poses. Guess who signed up to help? I am sure you all recall the scorching sun we’d during the summertime. My first 2 days (Wed. and Thurs.)at the Gathering were comfortable albeit overcast, but could’ve been warmer. Friday the sun really came thru for the whole day and it was extremely warm.

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Saturday, the last complete day, most of us needed to put sun block on. Rather than go straight home the following day, I went to see an eastover aquaintance in another part of PA for several days. I was expecting to spend some more time naked at there place, but ironicly they don’t spend any time nude in their dwelling. I did not desire to force the issue; it is their house and I was just a visitor. Now, the summer is over.

Before the year is over I’ll probably make it to some more B.A.N.G. occasions and some more nude yoga courses. It would be nice to meet someone to see Cypress Cove or travel to a different resort with. How about the rest of you? How did you spend your summer nude?

The Sunday morning dawned bright and early and we had plans to check out of the apartment as soon as possible

, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the shore before driving back to Brisbane as well as our flight to Sydney.
Yet, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon along with the Hastings Street place being closed down for this occasion. The agent we had booked through was right in the middle of this place and we ended up parking farther away than our flat had been from the representative. This was our first hurdle soon followed by attempting to find someplace for breakfast, which ultimately proved too difficult and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to grab a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Talking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also discovered that accessibility to Alexandria Bay was potential from Sunshine Beach and was a much shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we quickly headed off and found a parking space from this side of the park.
The walk in was shorter, simply just more than 1km but had none of the spectacular scene of the Noosa side. Anyhow by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and began looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the beach there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be mainly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the previous day.
The site was easily located as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were immediately out of our clothing and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling around in her backpack she then pulled out her bikini and draped it over the branch, then the towel was carefully laid out, she sat down and started to disrobe halting when all she had on was the most miniature lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was really going to take that away, and she clarified that she might get naked later in the day, if her trust came again.
We placed there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was proposed, we looked up and quite a few folks had gathered in our vicinity and along the entire shore. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, and also the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both naked. When we got out onto the sandbank the water was about waist deep and we stood there and crashed against the waves as they rolled in, shortly Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to shore there was a line of five men simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. Not one of these guys had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d need to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank and the beach) we waited for these guys to move on before making the water. After a couple of minutes this hadn’t occurred so Angela used her normal diplomatic style and yelled at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also the guys scattered, allowing us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to http://crazypublic.com . We’d been settled for some time when a female voice interrupted our quiet.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had been naked but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us. We didnt have a problem with that and conversation readily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had suggested Noosa for the surfing and actually enjoyed surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the area suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was excellent.
We inquired in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had an issue with her being naked. Sarah went on to clarify that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting naked to upset him. Seemingly click , Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she’d walked in by herself expecting to locate some female company and they’d meet up later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was apparent that possessiveness proved to be a real problem between them. Anyway the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we’d a few swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained invisible. The four of us stayed nude for the remaining part of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and took a couple of pictures of the beach respecting naturist picture etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not examining and actually doesnt understand what’s happening with her life, except a vague plan of wedding Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life strategy I struggle to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we recalled the second rule of travel (the one after constantly carry a towel) consistently wear fresh panties we all had the new experience of being dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she meant following the bare thing when she got home and she said she’d, but I suspect it is just a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom just at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went in the toilets and removed the offending item and flew home commando.