My wife and I are both 39 with 17yo lad and 16yo girl. We’re interested in joining a local nudist resort but are somewhat worried about their ages and ideas.

I frequented nude beaches, bare bun fun runs, clothing optional hot springs and swims on my own from 18-22, when I met my soon to be wife. She was raised quite conservatively. At 24 I spoke her going to a couple spots, and she was surprised to enjoy it. At 23 we had our lad and we both got too busy to really go. At 31 9/11 happened and we decided to appreciate life. We went to hot springs on own and loved it nevertheless. So we have taken the kids twice a summer since then. At their ages they jet followed parents. But where we go is quiet, it has often been simply family for a number of the time. When others are there, everything has gone smoothly. Children love it and dont even think of it as unusual, they’re below the water much of tye time. This summer they’ll be elderly – 17 boy and 16 girl. By
only might we plan to visit hot springs this summer, wife and I are referring to jointing and I go to once a year together. She’s worried our lad will feel strange and get erections. I told her that nudists do not get erections because naturism isn’t about sex. I’ve never seen an erection at a nudist area. Of course I really don’t go often. I have been doing some research, not much, and have read that erections do in fAct happen rather habitually. I’d like to know if this is in fact true.

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Youthful boys? Adolescents? Guys? I can in comprehend in teenagers but I never even got close to one so I ‘m surprised even disappinted. I liked how innocent the spots appear. Again I told the wife they don’t happen and she has no reason to think I’m erroneous since she never saw one while there. By the way I’m worried that our lad might be susseptable to erections sine last summer he got one at the hot springs for the first time. He wispered it to me when I asked to help me begin lunch , therefore I let him stay in water until it went away. I never told my wife. I just figured it may have been the warm water creating the erection as that has occurred to me, but at my age, I can control it better. It may have instead been the elderly teenagers in the next pool over.

So I suppose what I’m inquiring long windedly is what are the chances a 17yo will get an erection in public? A 39yo? What is the easiest way to request them to join mother and dad in this lifestyle, or do we merely drag them there whether they like it entirely or not and say it is an adult conclusion, kids don’t vote? Will it be tougher on tye daughter compared to the boy? Thanks! Any ideas are apreciated!

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

I’m french, so please excuse me, my english can include some mistakes… I am 25, male, soon married, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for nearly 3 years now. I was born in a family, where the concept of nudism itself is regarded as a pervert matter. Thus, 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, naked.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summertime. I was then only 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I saw a report on TV, with a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some quite amusing things in this TV programme : everybody was totally nude, including all the guests and also the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing just a hat and also a butterfly-node, and the spouse only a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, I thought about going bare…
The following night, I then tried to sleep naked for the very first time in my entire life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was cold, and wondered what could occur if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was bare. But anyhow, I discovered it fairly good, since I felt extraordinarily free (I usually slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I attempted to stay naked the entire day. As the weather was hot, it was a excellent day. I did all the normal items in the nude, and this was extremely plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather depressing to have to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had found me, and I’m still addicted to it !
But as I still feared the potential reaction of my parents, I didn’ in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to remain nude as long as possible when my parents were away.
About one year later, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping naked more and more frequently. One morning, my mom, who came public nudism to awaken me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping nude. But astonishingly, she did not have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d clarified her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T shirt and slip during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first victory ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and staying nude at home whenever possible. A couple of years later (in 1994), I liked to try to be nude outside for the very first time. I ‘d the chance that there were small woods close to the building where we were dwelling. With the other children, 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 away. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of independence was remarkable… I tried to revive this experience a couple of times, 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 quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I CAn’t keep my dick to erect at any time, and my erections were plainly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for years. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I shown to my mother, that I liked to stay bare at home. One day, while she’d gone away for a few instants, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message explaining that, when I’d go out of the washroom, I’d remain nude since I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would be no way that I’d affirm because I did not like it, and she accepted that I stayed bare. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I really could believe… So, I spent almost one month nude, only swearing when my father was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The remaining time, I remained naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was clearly one of the greatest summers I Have ever had !
After this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high-level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I had to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was prevented to sleep nude during one year, except during the week end and holidays, once I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I ‘d my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-nude less than ten times, because I only had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military choice, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the local TV channel aired another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist people were used to go. As this wasn’t far from dwelling (50 kilometers), I went there on my bicycle. The first time, there were no nudists as the little lakes and seashores were overcrowded (it was the 15 August week-end). But the next time, there was nobody… I halted, installed myself in a little isolated grass region, and got naked. For the first time in my life, I was bare in public, with other people who could see me. I loved 2 amazing hours. I went back there fairly regularly during the next 4 years, with great experences, and more poor ones…
For the good ones, I will mention that I Have meet my first nude girls here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, totally naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence as well as the landscape. A lot of people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was fairly weel tolerated in this region except during the week-ends in the center of the summertime.
But I also found, for the first time, that nudism may also be correlated to sexual perversion… Plenty of homosexuals are used to meet around these lakes, nor hesitate to try to have sex with any bare man they see… I had to reject them fairly frequently, and I ‘d normally no difficulty, but I eventually quit to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid additional troubles.

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I tried to visit a lot of other “nude locations” in the region, nevertheless they were ultimately all gay meeting points. I did not go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. 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 began to remain naked here more and more frequently, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to bring something in the common icebox on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms). When my neighbours were all away, I even could go out on the balcony in the nude.
I never had the nerve to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not understanding what their reactions could be : French people are quite less open-minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism remains like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I had to keep my windows closed, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these types of times, which encouraged myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The third year in Grenoble, I’d went into a larger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained more and more nude. I even started to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and also the showers in the nude. Constantly fearing to be found… In April 2001, on an extremely little climbing road free of traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during roughly 10 kilometers. That was a wonderful experience, but I didn’t have the chance to attempt once again…
My improvement in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the shore of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is permitted. It is there that I had my first real nudist encounter in public, without fearing homosexual advances, during summer 2003. I really appreciated it, and I now wait for the heat once again to spend new great times on this shore, with my girlfriend, who I am trying to convert to nudism also. A few months before, I decided once again that I would not wear panties anylonger. I packaged all my panties in a bag, and kept them in an inaccessible place (except one slip for total necessity cases). As my penis is currently considerably more quieter, there is no difficulty at all, and I now never wear underwear, under any type of clothes, including jeans that I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not really converted to nudism, she values the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The next steps will be :
First, the conclusion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I know she will do it, as she’s not opposed to this idea, but it’ll definitely take a great deal of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I ‘m… Later, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I am hoping that this will definitely become the truth next year. Well, that is all; Thanks to all the folks who had the nerve to read my litterature until here

First Time Encounter

This might look a bit strange, but I first got interested in nudism when I was about ten years old. I read the Adam & Eve story and wondered what it would be like to be naked outside. So I went out to a patch of woods near our house and took off my clothes.

It felt amazing with the sun and air on my naked body. I was hooked from then on.I still go for walks in the woods for a naked hike. I started going to a nudist camp in southwest PA called White Thorn Lodge. I’m intending to join WhiteThorn Lodge this year.

I additionally have being to Avalon Resort in WV.they’ve a nude motorcycle show there in the summertime. is always a good time.

-Bob H.
Mannington, West Virginia
Fearful, But For What?

Every summer from my late 20s to 30s I ‘d go to the office of Goodland in Hackettstown, NJ and inquire all sorts of questions and chicken out and go home. Eventually the year that I turned 40 I got brave enough to really enter the gate and figure out what I was missing.

When I disrobed in the parking lot I felt totally relaxed. This is actually the first time that I went into the pool and allow the suns rays dry me and felt the breeze gently caress my entire body. The feeling was quite refreshing.

Today I go to Rock Lodge with my fiance. Rock Lodge was her first encounter. At Rock Lodge I experienced two firsts. It was the very first time which I walked in the rain nude and I also had the chance to drive my car that way too. We locate the folks there to be very friendly and we feel quite relaxed there.

What I was afraid of I ‘ll never understand but I’m happy I took that first step many years back.

-Jim A.
New Jersey
Proud To Be an Advocate

Having been exposed to nudist magazines as a child, I always embraced the joy of being nude. It wasn’t until I went off to school that I was able to really join a club in Spokane, WA. What a thrill having the ability to be with other like-minded people of all ages. Upon moving to Seattle I had the opportunity to join another club in which I attended monthly swims.

While I’m somewhat detached from the west side clubs and resorts here in Oregon, I more than ever committed to the nudist lifestyle and promote it every chance I get with relatives and buddies. I can’t think of a better way to spend time home or when the weather is nice outside. When you have tried it, you will never look back.

-Rod N.
Pendleton,, Oregon
How My Wife Became a Nudist

I met my wife in 1961. We were married in 1963.

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I was hired by TWA in 1966. I selected San Francisco as my domicile. When we moved to California, we lived with Sharon’s mum until we found an apartment. We were hired to manage the building we lived in.

About 1968 we were listening to a radio show. The subject of the show was free beaches. I knew what they were but Sharon didn’t have a clue. I had not brought up nudism with her since I had a bad experience with a past girlfriend I attempted to introduce to nudism.

Sharon asked (in a kidding manner,)”You want to check that out, do not you?”

I mentioned, “Sure!” She said not without her! I said, “Fantastic!, let us do it!” The next week the show had individuals from nudist resorts talking about national naked weekend.

The host asked why people would go to a resort and pay earth fees when they could go to the free beaches. They gave several great reasons. Sharon said the resorts seemed better and if we go we’ll go there. I asked her if she needed to really go to Santa Cruz. We put on suits, shorts and t-shirts. On the way I pulled off to a side road. Sharon asked where I was going; I said it was a surprise. When I pulled in to a drive, she inquired again.

I told her it was a spot we heard about on the radio. She was uneasy. I said since we were here let’s take the tour, that we didn’t have to remain. We took the tour, the guide said if we needed to stay drive in, take our clothes away and appreciate! I was able to talk her into staying .

She asked if we needed to get nude right away. She said no, get cozy, than get bare. We drove in, I got bare, but Sharon didn’t right away. It took her no time to take all her clothing off. She said she felt out of place with her clothing on.

We were nudists until she got cancer. Sharon passed away 9/11/2001. Not a good day! I restarted nudism after her death.

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
My First Naked Encounter

It was May 1960, I was a student at U of Champaign. I had been reading nudist magazines since I was in high school, starting about 1950. At first I looked at the graphics, but after becoming bored I started to read the magazines. I decided that someday I’d prefer to be a nudist.

I joined the Air Force after I graduated from high school. I continued to purchase magazines while in the A.F. but at that time the law occasionally raided the nudist camps so I never tried to go. I was now free to go and I was in comfortable driving distance to a nudist camp, Zoro Nature Park.

I drove to the camp. When I arrived the lady at the gate inquired if I’d written to get permission to go to. I said no. She called the owner, Alois Knapp. He came to the gate, asked me if I was a nudist and how I knew about Zoro. I told him I ‘d been reading nudist magazines for many years and needed to become a nudist.

He let me go in the camp for the day but asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said yes, but she was at school in Rock Island, Ill. He said to bring her next time I came. I said I’d attempt. Following the spring session was over we both went home and restarted relationship. In about three weeks I requested Josie to go with me to this camp I’d visited in Indiana. I told her it proved to be a real nice spot, the people were nice and friendly, there was a pond to swim in, volleyball courts, etc. I said I thought she would enjoy it.

She asked me what was this “nature park.” I told her there were trails through the woods. She kept asking to find out more and I eventually told her we could go skinny-dipping in the pond. When she discovered that she asked if this place was a nudist colony.

In those days there was no Internet for advice so I ‘d nothing to guide me to explain nudism to her. She called me a pervert, slapped my face and broke our relationship. Gee, I wish I had known the way to describe nudism to her before asking her to join me for that visit to Zoro!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada

I have a very tough job.

I do not work in a mine or something such as that, but this is a position that holds innumerable duties, including the supports of hundreds, if not thousands of people who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, seven days per week. I also have a family that I see in passing; I think I have three children right now, one girl and two boys. My wife used to be hot when I wed her, but I haven’t seen her in three months and she could have grown an arm out of the side of the head, I probably would have missed it. I’m telling you all of this because you have to understand the reason why I go on a one-week holiday each year, all alone.
I take no one. I don’t take my wife. I definitely do not take the kids. I usually do not take my mobile or my computer. As far as everyone I know is worried, I usually do not exist for those 7 days. And I always make it my business to go someplace where it is exceedingly unlikely I’ll meet any Americans. I usually do not wish to hear our accents and I do not want to feel like I’m on exactly the same planet as the people I socialize with during the other 358 days of the year. Last year, for example, I went to Croatia, this small country somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little state with great beachfront and with amazing food. But all of the tourist stuff does not matter. What matters is that my life changed while there. But I’m getting ahead of myself
I got to this small spot where I was staying early in the morning. The sun was only coming out and I decided to take a walk down the beach before anyone gets up and comes to the shore. I was tired as hell and I lit up a smoke as I was walking down the seashore. There was no one there. Literally no one. A couple of seagulls and that was that. And then I saw a body in the distance, coming towards me. A jogger. As he was getting closer to me, I can swear to you that I really could see the entire world in slomo. As he was running past me, I could see his chiseled body totally under his sweaty clothing. I could smell him, I really could feel his heat.

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And then he passed me and I forgot it by the time I got to the resort.
The next day, I went swimming early in the morning and at the exactly the same time, he came running past. I watched him again and I recognized that he was seeing me. Now, for a guy who has never had any gay encounters in his life, I was a little confused that I was checking out this man, this blond chiseled hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. didn’t have the knowledge of what to think. I mean, I wasn’t afraid or like that, I’m not an asshole. But it was confusing, that is for sure.
The next morning, as I was taking my morning swim, my new buddy didn’t come running. He came by boat and just showed me with a gesture that he desires me to come into the boat with him. I did it. I have no idea why, but I did it. He told me his name was Andrei in the most beautiful Russian accent English I ‘d ever heard and I told him my name. I asked him where we were going and he told me that I’d see.
When we got there, I recognized that it was this little, completely secluded beach where no one has set their foot in decades and where no one could perhaps drift to. We disembarked and as we got to the beach, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, totally nude, with small beads of sweat running down his torso and with his fat dick hanging down. You can just imagine what happened that day and I can tell you this, my first experience, was something that I never dreamt would happen, let alone with a complete stranger, a Russian guy even. It was the very best day of my own life. And that’s him. That’s my Andrei.