Clothing Optional,First Time Nude under the Sun

Being a Christian, I naturally had been taught the body shame and disgrace of being nude, especially in front of others. But for some reason, while I was about 12-13 years old, I was on a farm and found out that running in the pastures and woods was fun naked. Over the years, I would find places alone to be nude. But something was just not right. First, I was alone in my feelings and couldn't talk to anyone about it, and two, my religious teachings still gave me a guilty feeling.

When my wife and I were in our 4th-5th (in my late 30's) year of marriage, I started to look into naturism a lot more seriously, but my wife was against the idea. Not that she was against being nude with each other since we did that a lot around the house anyway, but was afraid of the social idea. She thought I was going to some sex crazed wierdo bunch. And of course she doubted that there were any more than a couple of real nudists in the whole state anyway. So that would make me stand out even more.

I found a magazine called Nude and Natural Issue 16.1 I believe. It was the issue that published the "205 Arguments and Observations of Naturism". I took that home and read it through. Then a few days later I showed it to my wife. We discussed it, prayed about it, studied it and decided to give it a try. She wanted to talk to our pastor about it at first, but I told her that we can't always depend on what they say on this. I already know what they will say, "No". So our beliefs are in vain. Either it is between us and God or it's not. So we decided to keep it between us two and we've been at it now for about four years. Keep in mind, we are not just sneaking around our church to do something "sneaky and underhanded", but doing this on our own because of our beliefs. Later we hope to tell our pastor and church. There is a couple we may tell fairly soon.

So we decided to visit Bar-S-Ranch in Riedsville, NC. It was a wonderful experience and my wife enjoyed it too. But for some reason, she always wants to go home earlier than I would like to, so we left around 3:00 pm, but boy did I resist! I was enjoying my new found freedom and was aching to go back. Our next trip was at Whispering Pines, also in NC near Myrtle Beach, SC. We liked that place a lot better, even though it is much smaller, and have been back. We have not joined any clubs or organizations yet, but our life has been much better since then. Eventually, we'll get settled down (yeah, right) and maybe join a club and go a little more regularly. The nearest club is about 65 miles away.

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While in the Caribbean.

I was vacationing at a resort in the Caribbean. The first two days were spent on the beach sitting in a soggy swimsuit and being chafed by sand. I signed up for a day boat trip and picnic at a beach on an island away from the resort. As we were leaving, I discovered that the excursion was to an island with a nude beach! I decided to go anyway, thinking no way was anybody getting me out of my suit. I stood firm and, in fact, was the last person to give in and shed my swimsuit - I was the last one to get dressed to return to the resort.

Why hadn't someone told me about this sooner? I was hooked, and that was over 30 years ago. The phrase, "nude when possible, clothed when practical," definitely describes me. I do wear at least shoes when vacuuming the house though as I have a habit of running over my toes with the vacuum cleaner.

Although I have been sleeping nude since my early teens, my first experience with social nudity just took place in August 1998. I had been reading about nudism on the Internet and grew curious how being a nudist might actually feel. I was going to San Francisco on business and did a search for Bay Area nude beaches. Having a free day in the Bay Area, I chose to try Baker Beach, just South of the Golden Gate Bridge.

I parked in the crowded lot adjacent to the textile part of the beach. Then, wearing a t shirt and trunks, I walked onto the beach till I reached wet sand. I hiked North along the water’s edge toward the Golden Gate, still not sure where the nude portion of the beach would start. The view along Baker Beach is truly spectacular! I began to see some naked buns up ahead on the wide, sandy beach. Then, there I was among a whole bunch of nude sunbathers! There were also some fully clothed people on that section of beach, walking dogs, just enjoying the ocean, or gawking at the nudists. Also, there were several groups of Asian surf fishermen. They had their lines out in the surf, the poles held upright by metal supports driven into the sand. The fishermen seemed content to fish and talk among themselves, ignoring the walkers and the nudists altogether.

I made my way to a large outcropping of rocks that sort of mark the end of Baker Beach. There, I was faced with where to go and what to do next. Still in a t shirt and trunks, I walked up into the soft sand and began to look for an inconspicuous spot to sit and map out my plan of action, or inaction. There were people in groups of 2, 4, or more along the bank at the back edge of the sand. I picked a vacant area along the bank where there were both men and women. There were two couples a short distance from me, nearer the water. One couple was nude, the other man was nude and his companion was topless. Another group of obvious veteran nudists were setting up a volleyball net in front of the couples.

I removed my shirt and sat down on the towel, trying to gather up my courage. There were so many butterflies in my stomach, my scalp tingled and my throat went totally dry. Some other people, I noticed, also had on trunks so nobody seemed to notice my plight. I did not want to be branded a gawker, so I decided to count to three, then take off my trunks. 1,2,3, Nothing! I was frozen in place. 1,2,3, still frozen! I must have counted to 90 by threes. That ploy, obviously, was not going to work. I then decided that whoever said the first time is easier for men than women had grossly overgeneralized!

After sitting on my towel like a stone statue for about 20 minutes, I finally got up the courage to carefully ease my trunks off without getting up. Nobody cheered, nobody giggled, nobody cared! I was now sitting completely naked among a hundred or more other people. The sky did not fall! My first reaction was one of relief. My second reaction was, Hmmm, this does feel pretty good. Third reaction, I think I might like this. Fourth reaction after another 30 minutes, Wow, I know I like this!

By now, the volleyball game was going with two coed teams. Two more females arrived, pushing their bikes through the sand, and promptly stripped before sitting down with a group of their friends. The couple directly in front of me was now nude, she having removed her shorts. Thank goodness, my fear of getting an erection at the sight of numerous naked women was totally unfounded. Again, I was relieved to have that concern behind me.

After an hour or so on my towel, I began to get restless. I was nude now, but still frozen to the towel. A fellow a few yards away passed by and asked me to watch his things while he walked around. I nodded and mumbled that I would keep an eye on his stuff. When he returned, I asked that he watch my towel and meager belongings so that I could leave for a few minutes. With a burst of will power, source unknown, I rose and slowly ambled to the water’s edge. Careful to avoid the fishing lines, I waded ankle deep in the cool Pacific and back down to the rock outcropping. It was a peaceful feeling to wade in the ocean and listen to the surf. The sun and sea air felt so good on my naked body. I then sat on a low rock, next to a rather large sleeping woman, and watched the progress of the volleyball game for a few minutes. The woman awoke, noticed me sitting on the rock, and nonchalantly began reading her book.

Most of the volleyball players had dark, all over tan, but one young gal had very distinct tan lines, so I thought she must be a newbie, like me. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, jumping for the ball, serving, and laughing as she stumbled in the sand. I laughed too and realized that I was enjoying my first day as a nudist. As I meandered back toward my towel, I passed several pairs of men who appeared to me to be gay. I didn’t bother them, they didn’t bother me. I thought briefly about chatting with one of the couples. They were both lily white and spoke to each other with a distinct New York accent. But, I lost my nerve and moved on past them to my towel, my security blanket, without uttering a word.

The remainder of the afternoon was uneventful. I left my towel every so often to go down to the ocean. That kept my butt from going to sleep! Mostly, I basked nude in the sun and felt all the tenseness melt away. The butterflies also departed and I began to understand why so many nudists talk about the freedom and wonderful release they experience while naked.

My first experience with social nudity wasn’t very social. I only spoke a few words to one person all afternoon. But the personal benefits of taking that initial plunge have been fantastic. That day led to others, mostly at local resorts. I was able to spend a day last year at Red Rock Beach, a smaller Bay Area nude beach just South of Stimson Beach. I am now more comfortable chatting with other nudists, both on the Web and in person when I have the opportunity.

Thanks for letting me share this story with you. Perhaps it will bring back some similar memories for you.

My own experience with nudism started in England when I was 11 years old. I attended a grammar school which had it's own swimming pool. After PE classes we went into the pool in the nude. It was the wonderful feeling of the water flowing over my naked body that convinced me even at that early age that swimsuits were not for me. I've avoided them ever since.

Shortly after I married for the first time I suggested to my wife that we visit a nudist club. She was reluctant but we often went to a well known beach where nudity was the norm. Gay stripped off and enjoyed sunbathing in the nude but would not venture out of the sand dunes onto the open beach. I kept on persuading to come with me to a club where we could practise social nudity. Eventually and to my great pleasure she agreed and we arranged to visit the naturist club near to where we lived. When we arrived we found the grounds to be deserted so Gay had no problem with undressing and settling down by the pool.

After a couple of hours she had to leave for a dental appointment. When she returned another car followed her into the parking lot. A man got out, she got out, they undressed together and came to join me. Gay was hooked, she was a nudist and from then on we often took our vacations at nudist resorts in England and at Paradise Lakes after we moved to Canada. We told her parents that we had become nudists and really enjoyed it. They were most intrigued but would not join us, although they did start sunbathing au naturel in the privacy of their back yard. After Gay and I emigrated to Canada we bought a house with a pool and completely private backyard where we could be nude whenever we wanted which was often! We soon found that several of our new friends also enjoyed swimming and sunbathing in the nude. We introduced other friends to social nudity through the simple expedient of suggesting "why don't we all go skinny-dipping?" Few refused and most enjoyed it. In this way nudity became the norm at Brian and Gay's place.

Ultimately our marriage broke down and we separated. It was then that I met Georgia who is now my second wife. When we were planning one of our vacations together I naturally suggested that we go to a nudist resort. She also was reluctant at first but we talked it over and she agreed on the grounds that I wouldn't ask her to do something that wasn't right and on condition that we would leave if she didn't like it. So, in February 1987, off we went for two weeks at Paradise Lakes. We arrived late in the evening after a long day of travel. After we checked into our condo I said "let's go to the hot tub." "What, with nothing on?" Georgia replied. "Of course" Isaid. So off we went. We arrived at the hot tub, took off our robes (it was a cool evening), showered and joined a few other couples in the water. After a few minutes she got out and sat on the side to cool off. Her words to me were "there's nothing to this, you don't even notice" that you and everyone else are naked. She had become a nudist then and we had a great vacation. She told me that being nude in a social situation with other people did wonders for her self esteem and body image and she wished she'd found naturism much earlier in her life.

Since that time we've enjoyed the nudist lifestyle together. We are frequently nude around the house and of course we are always nude in our hot tub. We joined the nudist club near Ottawa for a few years but left when it fell into a state of decline. We always take our vacations at clothing optional or preferably nudist resorts and have visited Paradise many times, Cypress Cove, Como and Hidden Valley as well as resorts in Mexico, Cuba, Spain, Yugoslavia and Lanzarote. After I retired we spent our first winter in Florida at Paradise. Now we have a winter home a few miles away, but have recently become members at Como which we find more to our liking than Paradise as we are not party animals.

So I've been a lifelong nudist myself and have been lucky to marry two ladies whose first experience of social nudity was good and who enjoyed the lifestyle as much, if not more, than I do once they had been introduced to it. Georgia insists that when we go on vacation we go to a nudist resort or at least somewhere that is clothing optional. As I found out all those years ago, and she agrees, swimsuits are to be avoided at all costs!

 

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My wife was a closet nudist, and I brought her out in the open at Cypress Cove. The first time we went was a week before we got married. It was great as she didn't even get out of the car before she was nude.

Then the next weekend we got married, and went back where we camped for two days. It was marvelous as when others around us found out we were just married, thanks to the office blasting it, we had a feast. One old couple from Germany brought salad, another couple, and their kids brought burgers, a gal brought hot dogs, and some young teens brought cookies, and a pie. We had a feast, and very good time.

Well we didn't know it but the tent was a bit see through when the lantern was on so one girl tapped on the top and said we were giving a bit of a show. Well we quickly extinguished that light.

From then on we have been to over a dozen camps all over the east coast, Texas, and Florida.

I am 51 and she is 50 now and still nudists.

 

If a year ago anyone was to tell me that my wife and I were to visit a naturist resort I would have said NO WAY! Not because I would not have gone but because June would never even give the notion a second thought.

With our 25th anniversary coming up we started choosing a place to go. We decided on Greece. When I told June that we would be on a topless beach she said "that's fine but I won't be one of them". To prepare ourselves for the sun we went to a tanning salon. June really liked the way she looked with no tan lines, I was rather impressed on how nice she looked as well. The idea of going topless was no longer rejected out of hand.

Our first day on the beach was an eye opener for both of us. I had never before seen so many woman topless and strangely it didn't have the effect on me that I thought it would. June just kept quiet on the matter and took it all in stride. When we finally laid down to soak up the sun June spent 5 min. trying to keep her breasts covered with her top without the strings attached and then finally said the hell with it and took her top off. This is a woman that would never have gone from the bathroom to the bedroom without her housecoat just a week before. For the rest of the week as soon as we arrived at the beach "off came her top."

The second day she was reading some reports I had printed off the net regarding nude beaches in Greece. This was almost going too fast for me but I kept my mouth shut and let her explore the possibilities. On our 4th day we rented a car and went in search of the nude beaches. We came across a large but secluded beach just outside an army barracks. Only one other couple was there and we went past them about 50 feet. For the first time ever we took our clothes off in a public place. The feeling of excitement, freedom and nervousness was exhilarating. While on the beach I asked her when we get home if she wanted to find a place nearby to sunbathe nude. Her answer was quick and short. YES!!!

I found some beaches on a few web sites and posted a message on the NetNude site asking about Beechgrove in Scarborough. Jan C. replied that she was unsure about the beach but to try New Forest in Sharon Ont. After a couple of false starts due mainly to nervousness again we finally visited. Now being on a nude beach in a foreign country with only one other couple is one thing. But to go to a resort with many people around close to home is quite another. I was hoping I would not embarrass myself with an unexpected erection but it was too late to turn back now so off the clothes went. Again just like on the beach in Greece the feeling was wonderful. All nervousness disappeared. The people we met kept us at ease and made the experience a very pleasant one. We spent the rest of the afternoon meeting people and exploring the grounds. As the day wore on the thought of having to put our clothes back on was depressing. The drive home was quiet. I was unsure if June was happy with what we had done or not. When we got home I asked her if she wanted to go back? Her answer again short and sweet. YES!!!

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