How I found the marvels of nudist lifestyle

I decided to share my first experience with nudism for a very simple reason. I am sure that there are many girls as well as women who feel like I felt and who are not completely certain whether nudism is something for them. I’m here to inform you that it is but one of the best things on the planet and that everyone should at least give it a go. But, let’s start from the beginning.
I grew up in a little English town with parents who loved me and still adore me but who were raised very traditionally and who approached my breeding with the same rigorous strategy that they were given. They always stated that it did them no harm and that it makes up for a regular individual once he or she grows up. I had the misfortune (or, more exactly a fortune), of becoming best friends using a lady called Daphne really early in my entire life. Now Daphne grew up in a rather liberal family and I envied her. Whereas she went with her girlfriends on holidays, I had to go with my parents, or at least up until I turned 18. This was the first time I went abroad without them and I went with Daphne.
We went to Croatia, a small nation in the Mediterranean where it still feels like it is not spoiled by mass tourism. It was Daphne’s thought and it wasn’t until we got on the plane that she revealed her plans. We were going to one of the nudist camps that Croatia was renowned for back in the day and where there are still great nudist camps. I was lost for words. I ‘d no thought that Daphne was into this and as it turned out she was not. It was her very first time as well. She only thought it would be a fun idea. It simply goes without saying that I was mortified, but the sense of liberty of visiting seaside without my parents was intoxicating and I went along.
We made it to the camp late in the evening and we went to sleep straight away. The following morning, we were awakened by the scorching summer light and by amazing smells of the Mediterranean. We decided to be somewhat less daring when we went to the reception and they told us that they have their very own shore. We decided to get it over with promptly and we took off our clothes and did it. This is how the day that changed my life started.
When nude beach party got to the shore, it was full of nude people old, young, married, couples, children, you name it, they were there. I was so frightened that everyone will be looking at me that I nearly passed out. But I understood that no one cared. Everyone was going about their own business and we place our towels down to sunbathe. as soon as I lay down, I discovered the first reason why nudists do it. The feeling of warm sunlight all over your body, on your breasts and down lower was one of the most remarkable things I’ve ever felt. I’m nearly embarrassed that I started getting aroused the moment I sensed the warm sun on my vagina, it was as in the event the sun was caressing me and touching me in all the best areas.
Afterward, we went for a swim and that was when I discovered the second reason why nudists do it. The cool water, after all the heat of the sun was just insanely pleasurable. I felt my nipples hardening in issue of zeptoseconds and this sudden reversal of temperature almost gave me an orgasm. The single thing better than that was when we got out of the clearest water I’ve ever seen, back under the sun. The slow warming up of my entire body was completely new to me, with no wet bikini clinging eternally. It was unbelievable. I actually think that if I have touched my clit, I’d have come in a second. I managed to hold back, at least until we got back to our room.
It was literally the very best day of my own life.

First Nudist Experience using a Buddy

I never grew up thinking much of nudism, it just wasn’t on my head. In my mid 20s I discovered how much I appreciated being nude after I took showers, and also would start spending a growing number of time nude at home. I think I was a part time home nudist for a while, which was excellent.

After a while, I believed Iwant to try social nudism, but I was not certain if I had the nerve. Heck, I’d never even been nude in a locker room. Our school just had us change clothing, so down to panties was about the most exposure I ‘d with others.

After a couple of years, I finally decided to give it a shot. I had chatted online with plenty of nudists and located another man my age who lived close to me. One day I drove over to his apartment (hands trembling with the first timer nerves) to meet up. Rang the doorbell, and much to my surprise he answered the front door nude and encouraged me in. While I was caught off guard (I believed we’d discuss somewhat in person before nudity), I still believed it was trendy as well as a pretty good ice breaker.

So, I considered to myself “when in Rome” and within about 30 seconds of meeting, I’d stripped down in his front hallway! It was only like ripping off a bandaid! Of course it was a considerably more freeing and liberating experience than taking off a band aid. Much to my surprise, I was not embarrassed or self-conscious to be standing there naked in front of a complete stranger. It was exhilarating.

We hung out for a few hours, talked about nudism, watched TV, played cards (not strip poker, of course). It was a wonderful experience and I am glad I finally gave it a shot after all those years.

That was about 5-6 years past and I’m still participating in social nudism – whether it is at a friend’s house or at a nude beach or resort. Happy I finally gave it that first shot and never looked back!

-Bryan S
Richmond, Virginia
I knew I was a nudist

Even at an extremely young age, I enjoyed being nude. I had two other brothers growing up so I found it hard to have any privacy to be bare. My parents had over 6 acres of property as well as on a hot sunny day I would go off by myself and strip off all my clothing and lay in the sun.

As I got older and moved out on my own, I started to sleep naked; nothing is more relaxing than that to get a full night’s sleep. On the weekends, if I wasn’t going anywhere I would be naked round the home for the whole day and do whatever.

Six years ago I eventually decided to really go to my first nude beach located at Playalinda Beach. It didn’t take myself really long to be nude like everyone else. For the next four years I kept going back once or even twice a year. My only regret is that I didn’t go sooner. This past September I finally ran my first nude 5k race at cypress cove. I appreciated so much that I’ve signed up for two races this year.

Now, whenever I can I ‘m always nude in my house or at a nudist resort being free of clothes and worries; there is nothing like it.

-John V.
Naturism Takes Flight

Sometimes, I’ll jokingly comment that I owe my thanks and my love for naturism to my company. You see, I work in the airline travel industry as a flight crew member. Back in when airlines offered onboard magazines as an amenity for flying customers, I was nonchalantly thumbing through the pages of one of the publications entitled “Outside.”

It offers its readers info and guidance about outside recreational sports equipment and travel. Among the pages of the particular dilemma comprised a vibrant pictorial advertisement for Lee Baxandall’s, “World Guide To Nude Beaches & Recreation”. The name of Lee Baxandall will be understood by any experienced naturist or nudist alike (of which I was neither at the time). Lee first took up the action of naturism in Wisconsin as an Eagle Scout. Later, in 1980, he became the founding member of The Naturist Society. He is also an inductee into AANR’s Nudist Hall of Fame. But I digress. His highest guide to nudism in natural settings peaked my interest. With pencil & paper, I jotted down the address of where to purchase my copy of the exhausted record of locations where one can vacation, camp, swim and socialize without wearing a single stitch of material. A number of weeks prior to my encounter with Mr. Baxandall’s guide, I had organized an upcoming week of holiday alone in beautiful Maui, Hawaii. After receiving my copy in the post, I instantly turned to the section of nudist beaches located in the Aloha State and discovered “Little Beach”. When it was time to board my flight for Maui (this time as a regular dude and not a working crew member), I anxiously anticipated the second I’d eventually experience an entire week on the sand and by the ocean wearing nothing but my skin along with a smile. That first anticipated ‘bare’ second has now come and gone. And my memory of it brings many descriptive words to mind: natural, liberating, freeing, exuberating, lusty yet nonsexual, energizing, rejuvenating and much more. And for me, the ‘so-much-more’ comprises spiritual reconnection. I believe my nakedness will not belong to me, but instead to Creation. NAKED is how I was ‘created’ and brought into the world. THAT, within , makes it religious in nature for me.

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It makes it a good thing, balanced and pure; nothing to be ashamed of nor to hide. Rather, I see my nakedness as something to embrace and to be lived. I need to let it breathe my existence. Inside my view, to deny my nakedness is to denounce my Creator’s creation. I do not want to silence that breath. It is a gift. I desire it to thrive. I want it to grow. And in doing so, I express my sincerest kind of gratitude to the “Giver” of that gift; oh, and gratitude to my employer for carrying that magazine on the airplane. And for giving me the coveted perk of air travel. It’s an ideal means by which to find and experience more of this lovely planet’s Au Naturel destinations. Today, I still love flying high Au Naturel!

Long Time Nudist

When I was still a kid I always felt good when I was bare, so I’d always make sure I needed to walk to the restroom to take a bath and back to my room naked. as soon as I turned 8 years old I started sleeping nude and also would sit around or lay on my bed in my room bare all the time, and when no one was home, I’d always be nude in other portions of my house.

as soon as I turned 12 years old I had a friend and streaking was a huge craze then, so we would streak every opportunity we got. Sadly my family would not have agreed for me to be a nudist, so I CAn’t tell them, nor be naked in front of them.

When I moved into my very own house I was naked all the time. I tried to persuade my girlfriends that they’d enjoy being a nudist but most would not try it, and also the ones that tried it didn’t like it, but I constantly continued being naked all of the time since it is the only way I wish to be.

Before I got married my fiancee knew I was a nudist and also would continue to be a nudist after we were wed, and after 25 years of marriage she understands I will always be a nudist.

She’s not a nudist. As well, my children aren’t nudist. Lucky for me my family understands being bare is the way I’m comfortable, and also don’t mind that I am consistently nude. I loved being naked, and always will.

I’ve been a nudist for 49 years and no way I’d ever change.

Buffalo, New York
Breaking Down Barriers

On a recent visit to a Florida beach resort, while swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, the unbelievable craving to be nude in the water was too much to suppress. I found myself out beyond any other swimmers and removed my trunks. I remained there for what seemed like hours loving the feel of the water and a liberty like I ‘ve never experienced before.

I am a 51 year old man and never would have thought to do something similar to that in a private pool let alone the Gulf. The exhilaration I felt left an indelible picture of the freedom and awareness of one with nature that I would like to keep up.

Upon returning home I instantly joined AANR and am actively seeking a local resort to go to. It’ll be my first “official” exposure (no pun intended) to a naturist environment and I welcome any ideas.

Thank you for opening up a new phase in my life.

Downingtown, Pennsylvania

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

I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring in 2001 and I chose to research the hills over the brand new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated only a couple of months before from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late creator, Ed Lange, decided to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had purchased 27 acres of largely undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
The Malibu property was next to what hikers understand as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The popular trail provides hikers and nature lovers a brilliant approach to relish the region’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This particular 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. Ordinarily I’d wear tennis shoes along with a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and a towel (just in case I ran into someone). Today, nevertheless, I wanted to be adventuresome. I wanted to hike without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely nude! No tennis shoes, no towel, no baseball cap, no water bottle. Nothing but the trail and me.
As I had done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I progressed on my hike, I started to see the fog rolling in from the shore. It was not long before I decided to turn around and head back. Maybe half an hour or so after, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I had was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I recognized I had been walking around in circles. I did not know which way was West (the ocean) and I couldn’t locate the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to stress as the temperature regularly drops drastically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
What if I cant find my way back during daylight? I continued on the trail, now going in a direction I simply knew was incorrect. After another hour or so, I heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor possibly. Subsequently beach girl seemed out of the fog. I considered to myself, I have two choices. If I go down the hill to the house, the folks there may call the police. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze.

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I made the choice to go down the hill toward the home.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a guy along with a woman. I ceased and I yelled you-who! As the man and girl looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not mad. My buddies allow me to trek naked on their property.
Then I smiled. The woman said that she would get me a towel and walked to the house. The guy simply looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the woman came back with a towel and a t-shirt, 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’ve frequently wondered what went through the mind of that girl. I suppose she could have just as easily called the police as help me. On the other hand, dwelling up in a distant part of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill bet she has seen a lot of unexpected things and met a lot of fascinating folks that have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I can only theorize what her version of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day a naked man came down the hill toward their house and asked for a towel and directions. On the flip side, maybe she didn’t believe it was uncommon in . Ill never know.
So if you ever find yourself nude and lost in the mountains, just stay calm, and remember, sometimes a huge grin will cover a lot!

Meet my daughter Vasiliska

Hi, my name is Britney and I’m lesbian. It doesn’t really have anything to do with this particular story other than I was really prepared for a girl like this. Her name is Vasiliska. She is Russian. But I’m getting ahead of myself. There’s nude pussy beach to this story and I truly wanted to share it along with you. For one, this was the first time I ever went to a nudist beach, which is an experience in itself and this was also the day I met this gorgeous girl from Russia, so amazing and so hot that I never believed I’d meet anyone like that on holiday.
It was last year and this was the first time I went to Europe. Me and a couple of my buddies went on a month-long holiday visiting Spain, France and Italy. We were checking out a few of the very delightful cities on the planet and also a number of the maximum beaches that I have ever seen in my entire life. And it was excellent. It turned out to be a real fantastic holiday meeting new people, getting wasted around the place and so on. In case you should put a gun to my head and ask me which of the countries is the greatest and where we had the best time, I could not tell you. They were all amazing and we met so many great folks that I simply couldn’t give you one. Yet, there’s something that occurred in France that made it my favorite portion of the excursion and that is the girl in this picture, Vasiliska.
We met at a bar there, among the biggest areas for young tourists and locals equally in Marseille that is an insanely interesting and wild town. She was there with some friends of hers as well, most of them Russians who studied in France and who were also on vacation. Let’s just say that it proved to be a wild night. And when there is anyone who knows how to party, then it is the Russians.

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I mean, these were all girls who were barely legal, like my Vasiliska here, hardly 19 and already insane as hell, having the ability to drink gallons of booze without even getting tipsy. When I met her, I understood she was something special and the following day I realized how special she is actually. Specifically, that night, we agreed that the two of us, just the two of us are going to go to a beach together.
I met her the next day, still hungover like hell and she was looking like she just had the most refreshing night ever after a night at the opera. I’ll never be able to comprehend those Russians. Regardless, she said that we were going to a nudist beach and I played it great. I said alright. I didn’t desire to let her understand how nervous I was. And we went. It was a bit out of time, but she had rented a car and we were there in less than an hour.
We got to the beach and there were maybe a dozen folks there, not more. They were mainly locals, a couple of families and two or three couples. It was quiet and was romantic. And then Vasiliska took off her clothes. I was lost for words. Firstly, she had the most beautiful skin I’d seen in my life, so creamy and so fresh I almost came. She was also completely shaven and had the most delicious-looking pussy I’d seen to that point. And her boobs, they were just perfect. They were so supple and so perky that I just needed to bury my head in them. But I managed to keep my cool. I asked her if I could shoot a photo of her and she explained that I could. And that is the photo you can see here. Oh yeah, she also had those nipple rings that I thought were just too tacky. Not on Vasiliska. She looked so lovely that I just feel in love with her there and then.

I first realized I enjoyed and loved practicing nudism some years back.

My closest friend whom I went to high school with (and we have been out of high school for bout 2 weeks when she and her husband invieted me over for the weekend(Fri,Sat,and Sun),is where I was first introduced to nudism.
Yes, she and I were really close friends,but for some reason I didn’t know she was a nudist(or a least she was at/and in her house. can clearly remember when she called me on the telephone and invieted me over for the weekend. She asked me to come down and spend with she,her husband/and family,but that she and her family absolutly adore being barefoot and nude(practice nudism),and that she and her family would be barefoot and entirely nude in the home once I got there.
When I got to her house she answered the door,and just as she told me on the telephone she and her family were barefoot and naked. I was really quite comfortable with this,I think she was nervous to see my reaction,but she told me on the telephone to expect this,so I was toatlly comfortable with it and that is merely what I told her.

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She said fantastic and invieted me to take off my clothes also and practice nudism with her and her family,and that is exactually what I did.
Being barefoot@bare is an absolutly amazing feeling. I took a vacation three years ago and while investigating the most effective alternative I found it,so I called for some info(spoke with one of the college girls that worked there as well as the young woman who owned it.
The girls told me it was an absolutly beautiful ,tranquil location with a lot of activities,but the majority of the tasks “everyone participated “barefoot and naked”(including the staff). I told the young woman that was excellent and sounded wounderful,so I made the booking. It was quite a relaxing and excellent 10 days
I do have amazing friends(although a tiny group and largely women)),they love practicing nudism and even though there is only 6(in town),the other buddies(3) who practice nudism dwell half hour away from me. Although we are only bare the the home,or each other’s house. All of us have regular jobs and wear clothes.

I never thought I ‘ll be able to go nude on a beach

Before I begin writing anything else and before I share with you my story of my first nude beach encounter, I believe that
I must say a few things about the girlfriends I went with. These are my three best girlfriends that I’ve known for years, ever since we began first grade. We remained great girlfriends all these years and every year (when we can afford it), we go for a holiday down to Mexico and check out a brand new place every year. It has been our little tradition for a couple of years now and we have had some crazy times south of the boundary. Nevertheless, this last year was actually something else. It was the first time we went to a nudist beach and I only need to discuss our experience.
We initially believed that it’d just be another one of our excursions, all four of us were really psyched to go and we actually wanted the holiday. Furthermore, we chose to go someplace where we could actually kick back and relax without having to party all night long. We decided on a location called Riviera Maya that is just south of Cancun, but in addition just south enough to avoid all of the crowds that plague Cancun. When we got there, it absolutely was like paradise. You know those shores with the insanely white sand and crystal clear waters that merely tempt you to jump in without even checking in? Well, it was one of those areas. I could recommend it to basically everyone.
And for a few days, everything was going as planned. We were relaxing on the shores entire day long, went out for a couple of drinks in the evenings and we were, if we are honest, being a dull group. Actually, it was getting a bit too monotonous. I mean we were still in our 20ies and regardless of how tired you get over the course of the year, you do want some fun when you go on a holiday. That’s when one of my girlfriends, , said that there’s a shore where nudists go, something of a mixed beach at which it is possible to go either clothed or in the nude. This was something we never tried before and we decided that it will be a good way to spice things up a bit. We also expected that there would be some men there that we could check out in the nude. You never know, right?
The very first thing that we noticed when we got to the shore is that everyone was in their swimming suits, men, girls, everyone. We were a bit disappointed and we already thought that someone has misinformed us, possibly even as a prank, sending four girls to a “supposed” nudist beach and then laughing their heads off picturing us waltzing naked to a regular shore. As turned out, this was not true. The nudist section of the shore was a bit down the beach and we soon began noticing an increasing number of people enjoying their day at the beach in the nude. There were ladies in topless, girls that were totally nude and even a few really hot men all naked and showing off. One man really had something to show off if you know what I mean.
That’s when it hit us we were extremely self-conscious. Or at least three of us were. Tyra was naked before we could put our towels down and I can tell you that it absolutely was a glorious sight to see her in all her curvy good all bare and not worrying about a matter. I made the decision to give topless a go and also the picture which I sent you is only that. Tyra in the middle, all nude and without a care in the world.

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Me in topless and our two girlfriends with their backs to the camera, still not feeling daring enough.
The following day, nevertheless, we were all nude as the day we were born and I can let you know that it’s the best thing a girl can do. The independence is intoxicating as well as the sun feels so amazing on the nude skin.

It absolutely was my first experience at a “Landed Nudist Club”.

It was at a pastoral facility now called Drake’s Ridge in rather rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with strategies to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I had a Nissan pickup with a high-rise cap which I ‘d outfitted as a one man sleeper for camping. It turned out to be a warm late spring day as well as the weather looked like it was really going to be showery. I checked in, and was assigned a spot to camp. I instantly undressed before I did anything else. After all, that was why I was there.
When I has finished setting up my “campsite” I strolled around the grounds a bit. There weren’t a lot of folks there yet, but the ones who were, were quite friendly. was open, but being early in the year, the water was plenty cold, despite the warmness of the evening. As it got dark, I wasn’t really prepared to go to bed yet. I noticed that there was smoke coming from the chimney at the lodge.

It was still drizzly, but not chilly whatsoever. Still, I believed that a fire might be fine to drive off the dampness. With that thought I got a book from my things and headed for the lodge. Inside there were several chairs and sofas in a semi-circle round the fireplace. I put my towel down on one (nudists consistently carry towels to sit on), sat, and opened up my book. People drifted in and out, and I spoke to a number of them, including Ellen, the owner/manager who was still waiting for people to come and check in. She turned out to be rather active in the national naturist organizations, and was also a political activist who had done a lot to further the cause of nudism in different legal arenas.
It was during this time that a van pulled up outside and in came a family. They consisted of Mother and Dad with three kids. There was a 13 or 14 year old girl, a boy of 11, and a younger girl who appeared to be about . Overhearing their conversation with Ellen, it was evident that they were regular members, and had a long-lasting camper already set up. The kids were obviously fidgety after the car ride, and the parents looked like two people who had worked all day before starting on their weekend excursion, in other words; tired. It wasn’t very late yet, so the parents sat down on a couch opposite me and began to relax. The children, on the other hand were in no mood to take a seat. As kids usually do, they had their own program. “Mom, can we go to the frog pond?” After a moments thought she replied, “That’s good, but take your clothes off first.”
I was instantly struck by several ideas. First of all was, “What a truly odd thing to hear a Mother say to her children in a public place. The 2nd thing was, “That makes lots of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the kids got wet and boggy playing in the rain. They would rinse right off. Here was a Mom who wouldn’t have a lot of laundry to do after the weekend. My third realization was a feeling of belonging. I was eventually in a world that made sense to me. I was one of a group who had managed to lay aside the artificial, and live in a way that was comfortable and natural.