Several years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my house, I decided to get out and try new things. I approached the notion of going to a nudist resort with caution, but the idea kept nagging at me.
I am in relatively good condition, etc., and finally determined to give it a try. Like everyone, the first time was nerve wracking. I paced back and forth nude in my room until getting up the nerve to really go outside. It was just a few hours, and I was hooked. I like going every summer now, as often as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and gratifying thing I have ever done.
A Missed Chance
It was 1947 or 48. My family drove over to the coast. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Father wanted to really go to Sunshine Park but Mother wanted to visit Atlantic City. Eventually, they decided to ask my sister and I where we desired to go. We both decided Atlantic City.
Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I later located Sunshine and Health magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her occupation of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines fascinating. I enjoyed the images!!
I began to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I discovered a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and began to purchase them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law sometimes raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was discharged.
It was while I was in college which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become an associate of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I made the decision to visit Atlantic City instead. Possibly my family would have become nudist. I afterwards became a nudist, but I am the only nudist in the family.
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From Skinny Dipping to Living Clothing Free
My first actual nudist experience was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I liked to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and required bathing suits.
As a child I were told that one didn’t go around naked, and while it was okay to alter clothes in the presence of other males surely it was not done in front of females.
My first issue was that I I was not certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for a protracted period of time for no reason when I felt uncomfortable just being nude alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my home nude even when I didn’t have to be.
When I arrived at the resort I was met by a naked guy in the office who registered me and gave me the advice on the resort. I was then directed to a parking lot where I was met by another bare man who was going to give me a tour of the place. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I was not going to embarrass myself in public by appearing out of place.
My tour finished at the lake and because my reason behind going there was so I really could swim nude I went into the water.
Later I took a short walk by myself. As I passed other people a smile and “Hello” was in order, the lack of clothes was of no importance.
I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.
Before going home I took a warm shower in the round building that housed the showers. As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying area humid, I went outside. That did it for http://termx.net . I was dried by the gentle breeze along with the warm sunlight. That convinced me that this was how we were intended to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being naked. I finished the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.
Little did I know at that time how much I ‘d enjoy the relaxation of being naked. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I’ve been on a number of naked cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be naked all the time except when it is too cold or I am going into town.
Now, for me, being bare is my lifestyle.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Encounter
My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the previous year I started hunting the Internet for nudist areas and discovered there were several about 70 miles away. I always liked to try it and and did not know if I had the nerve. I went down to Paradise Lake Resort and after checking in and having a brief tour I quickly continued to undress in the parking lot and head over to the pool place. It wasn’t long before all my fears were gone. It felt so good to go into the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.
I met another couple that was there for the very first time and everyone was so friendly. My wife never did undress and more than likely never will. No one cares what your body looks like, it’s just a relaxed feeling.
Now I am a regular at Lake Como, can not wait for the weather to warm up so I can head down there again. Additionally , I took part in the Skinny-Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. Once you go naked it is very hard to need to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There is nothing like the bare lifestyle!
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two
I eventually modeled for the regular figure drawing course during the spring term. Alas, the young lady who had introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing class was little, just five pupils, and I got really comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the semester, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing course. I agreed, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything off and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it was over, I did not want to get dressed. Practically everyone was quite friendly, and I wondered in case the nudity was what made people open up.
I went home that summer, and by then, I’d learned to look in the classified ads of papers for all sorts of things. I found an advertisement for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I needed to go and experience this. I went on a Tuesday in late May. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a naked woman on her knees on the earth, working in a flower garden. I went in the office and paid my day fee to the naked lady there. I went back to the vehicle and stripped down.
The camp wasn’t very packed, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A few adolescents arrived in the afternoon, home from school. I was not even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them vanished, but two girls returned, nude, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be naked and free around other people, particularly people of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or anxiety.
When I went back to the Ponderosa, it was on a Saturday, and there were many more people there. I remained for the weekly dance, and located http://youngnudest.com that I ‘d never felt. I still hate to dance with clothing on. During every excursion, I loathed to put clothing on and leave. And I despised the coming of cold weather.
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Click to viewI am 44 years old now and quite active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still want to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m fortunate to truly have a wife who appreciates nudism with me, and our kids have taken to it as well. I actually don’t ever envision a time when I could ever quit enjoying naked recreation.
Fort Worth, Texas