Many years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I decided to get out as well as try new things. I approached the notion of visiting a nudist resort with caution, but the idea kept nagging at me.
I’m in relatively good condition, etc., and eventually decided to give it a try. Like everyone, the first time was nerve wracking. I paced back and forth naked in my room until getting up the nerve to go outside. It was just a few hours, and I was hooked. I enjoy going every summer now, as frequently as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and gratifying thing I have ever done.
-Larry
Ohio
A Neglected Chance
It absolutely was 1947 or 48. My family drove around to the shore. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mother and Dad were discussing where to go. Father wanted to go to Sunshine Park but Mother needed 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 was not mentioned. I later found Sunshine and Wellness magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to school and I inherited her occupation of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines intriguing. I liked the graphics!!
I began to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I found a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and started to purchase them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law occasionally raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was released.
It was while I was in college that I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I had become a part of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I chose to really go to Atlantic City instead. Perhaps my family would have become nudist. I later became a nudist, but I’m the only nudist in the family.
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-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothing Free
My first actual nudist encounter was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I wanted to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and mandatory bathing suits.
As a child I had been told that one didn’t go around naked, and while it was okay to change clothes in the existence of other males certainly it wasn’t done in front of females.
My first concern was that I I was not sure how I could be comfortable nude in front of other folks for an extended amount of time for no reason when I felt uncomfortable just being bare alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my dwelling nude even when I didn’t need to be.
as soon as I arrived at the resort I was met by a naked guy in the office who enrolled me and gave me the information on the resort. I was subsequently directed to a parking lot where I was met by another naked guy who was going to give me a tour of the area. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by looking out of place.
My tour finished at the lake and because my reason for going there was so I could swim bare I went into the water.
After I took a short walk on my own. As I passed other people a grin and “Hello” was in order, the shortage of clothing was of no value.
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 me. I was dried by the gentle breeze along with the warm sunshine. That convinced me that this was how we were supposed to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being bare. 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 would enjoy the comfort of being nude. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended a lot of nudist events. I have been on a number of naked cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be naked constantly except when it’s too cold or I am going into town.
Now, for me, being nude is my lifestyle.
-George W.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Experience
My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the preceding year I started searching the Internet for nudist locations and discovered there were several about 70 miles away. I always liked to attempt it and and didn’t understand 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 was not long before all my fears were gone. It felt so good to enter the pool and sunbathe with no bathing http://kazyz.com .
I met another couple that was there for the 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 is merely a relaxed feeling.
Now I’m 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. When you go bare it’s very difficult to have to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There’s nothing like the bare lifestyle!
-Tom B.
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two
I eventually modeled for the standard figure drawing class during the spring semester. Alas, the young lady who’d introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing class was little, only five students, and I got very comfortable modeling for them. Toward the end of the semester, the teacher 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 absolutely was over, I didn’t want to get dressed. Nearly everyone was quite friendly, and I wondered if the nudity was what made people open up.
I went home that summer, and by then, I had learned to look in the classified ads of newspapers 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 had 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 ground, 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 car and stripped down.
The camp wasn’t too packed, but I appreciated the pool and hot tub. A few teenagers arrived in the afternoon, home from school. I was not even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age.
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A couple of them vanished, but two girls returned, naked, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be nude and free around others, especially folks of the opposite gender, and not feel any angst or tension.
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 found a liberty that I ‘d never felt. I still hate to dance with clothes on. During every excursion, I hated to put clothing on and leave. And I hated the arrival of cold weather.
I am 44 years old now and quite active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still like to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I am fortunate to truly have a wife who enjoys nudism with me, plus our kids have taken to it also. I really don’t ever envision a time when I could ever stop enjoying bare diversion.
-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas