I started appreciating nudism by sleeping in the nude. Later I started to do my work around the house naked. My wife was surprised when I came downstairs naked one day and I could tell her hesitation.
One late summer day after working on the boat I was extremely warm so I drove over to the lake. Since it was mid-evening there were very few folks at the beech so it was able to find a secluded place. I walked into the lake and when chest deep took off my swimsuit. It felt amazing. Before I walked out of the water, so as to not offend anyone, I put the suit back on. I’ll never forget the sensation of the very first time bare in Lake Michigan.
Towards the end of summer I walked from the lake into the dunes. I removed my swimsuit and was bare outdoors, other than my backyard, for the very first time. I remember thinking to myself that I am a “nudist.”
After hiking in the dunes a number of times but concerned about clothed hikers I decided on trying a nudist club. The best part of visiting a club is it is possible to question along the nature trail, go into the pool, etc. and not be concerned about other people.
Being at a club, it doesn’t matter if someone is bare or not. YOU may be nude and enjoy. I just wish I would have started this earlier.
Everything I Thought It Would Be
After discussing a visit to Gunnison Beach here in NJ, my partner and I made the decision to make the excursion. I am 40 and my wife is 41. We were both conscious that it was ‘clothing optional’ and I understood that most folks would be naked, but I think my wife thought it would be a 50-50 split (bare, partially nude).
When we got there she was a bit overwhelmed. She did not take her suit away at all. Nevertheless, after a while of sitting in our chairs and watching the scenery, I believed I really could take the next step. I asked my wife if she thought it was OK, and she looked at me with a look that said, “are you insane?” But she then said, “sure, go for it.”
A couple of seconds later, I stood up and took off my swim suit. And guess what? Nothing occurred. No earthquake. No bolt of lightning. Nothing. Everyone went about their company.
I, nevertheless, adored this new feeling…sitting in the sun, wind blowing…it was incredibly refreshing and freeing. I loved it. After a couple of beers, I asked my wife if she desired to walk to the water with me. Again, she looked at me with a look that said, “are you insane?”
I mentioned, “why not.” So, at first she did not want to go, but after a second she said sure. That was rather intimidating. I am walking in my birthday suit through dozens of women and men.
Anyway, the water was lovely. Swimming sans clothing was a first for me also…and it was another great experience. I made the walk from our seats to the water three or four times, every time loving it more and more.
I’d love to return and try it again. My wife is now speaking about going back and removing her top. Hey, whatever makes her comfortable. We are going to see how it goes.
Our Nude Venture
When I was a lad the words “naked” or “nude” weren’t part of my family’s vocabulary. The sole nudity we knew started with your shower, and finished as soon as you could grab your towel. My brother and I never went shirtless or barefoot. We were never even allowed to wear sandals or flip-flops. Being naked was never an option.
As always, life goes on. Faculty, work, marriage, kids, divorce; all flew by in what appeared to be a short period of time. With the dawn of the Internet I found out about this thing call “social nudism.” I was intrigued as well as the idea grew slowly that I’d like to engage in this nude experience. After my divorce, I started to sleep in the nude, which I found to be a whole lot more comfortable than wearing pajamas. Still I lacked any social interaction with other nudists.
About this time I remarried. My wife, of Eastern European background, was open to our sleeping nude. After the children moved out to start their own families, we started to be much freer with our clothes at home and we talked regularly about nudity and whether it was right or wrong according to Biblical standards. As Christians we wanted to do the right thing. Evaluation of the Scriptures led us to the conclusion that just being nude, and being nude with others wasn’t in conflict with our Bible. We began to be naked at home more and more. We still hadn’t been able to go anyplace that let nudity.
Finally we had our opportunity one winter when we were on a Caribbean cruise. The ship docked in Jamaica. I had already found out that we could get day passes at a resort that had an Au Natural isle. We took http://tvamateur.net to the resort and checked in at the desk. They needed to show us round the resort but surprisingly my wife would have nothing to do with this kind of tour. She needed to get out to the island as soon as possible. I could not concur more. As soon as we arrived, we found two lounge chairs in a bright location. We had our clothes away in the blink of an eye. Like many others have said, it was so good to be nude. We swam around a little and then came the moment of truth – meeting other folks. We talked to a number of the other guests and we loved our time there so much we really hated to leave. Being nude on the isle was so natural and simple. We were hooked!
This summer we’ve traveled to three nudist clubs/resorts. We even ran in a clothes optional 5K race at Turtle Lake Resort in Michigan. We’d so much fun. My partner and I agreed that we should have done this earlier! Why did we wait so long?
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Our Michigan First Time
My lovely wife and I often holiday in Michigan. We are household nudists for the last six months. By this I mean that we were staying nude sometimes after a shower and then we began being naked before bedtime. We drink coffee and eat lunch nude.
My wife was reluctant but she concurred that there clearly was no harm since we have been married more than 35 years. This summer we went north and found a isolated lonely shore in northern Michigan. We walked for miles to discover a peaceful spot to read and sunbathe. Most beaches in Michigan are full of noisy kids and upset parents. We merely needed seclusion to locate some peace and revel in the sun.
Yet, I went swimming after an hour of sunshine and my swimsuit got too wet to lay down on my towel , and so I took it off. My wife, who is awfully self-conscious and very religious was disturbed that we might be arrested for my nakedness. We are conservative Republicans and we don’t condone criminal acts. But I explained to her that as long as nobody was seeing me nude I committed no crime.
She was getting hot and after much whining she also brought of her swimsuit and went for a dip at the lake. I don’t know why being naked is a crime if you’ve a designated location where it could be legal to be without your clothing. Anyway we’ll start writing our representatives to alter the laws in the Michigan National Lakeshore in order that people don’t have to feel like criminals if they violate no one.
I do not understand why with the membership your organizations has, nobody has come up with a strategy to legalize some areas of Michigan to be clothing optional. We must alter the perception that nakedness is http://damateur.net that should be punished by the law. A lewd act should be punished but a naked body is no reason to be arrested or punished.
Oak Park, Illinois
Allow the Adventure Begin!
I have always found it fascinating how different people define their “first time” nudist experience. While the first social nudist experience is an important occasion, I actually consider two “first times” when I think of my nudist life.
First, is the conscious choice to adopt nudism as part of who I am as a man — to buck social standards, to accept something some others see as unusual. From my first age, I have always loved being nude. Nevertheless, I was far from open about it, keeping it concealed, keeping it to myself, and like many more, only spending time naked when alone. Why? Panic. Fear of ridicule, humiliation, and not being who others wanted me to be.
Additionally, there was a certain level of self doubt that perhaps my nudist hobby was “a bit strange.” Maybe it was just a phase. It was not until early adulthood that I finally said, nope, this is not bizarre, it isn’t a phase — it’s pure, it is wholesome, it is genuine, it’s enjoyable, and it is wonderful. More to the point, it is part of me. I’m quite proud of that decision. It is an achievement every nudist or naturist shares.
My first “social” experience was not at a club or a shore or anything like that. It was in my home. It was the night I got up the nerve, turned to my wife and said, “I think I Had like to be naked around the house occasionally…..just because I enjoy it. Will that freak you out?” Clearly, she knew I certainly appreciated being naked, but I had never sought out time to be nude just for the pure enjoyment of it. Naturally, she did not mind. I’ll never forget the exhilaration of walking into our family room, just minutes after, fully nude.
Since that time, I’ve had many “naked adventures.” As much as I cherish each if them, they all return to the day I first decided nudism was really going to be a portion of my life as well as the night I shared it with the love of my life. I’m a better man for it — more joyful, more understanding, more accepting. I am happy to say I have never looked back!