I am french, so please excuse me, my english can feature some errors… I am 25, male, soon married, and I Have been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, in which the idea of nudism itself is regarded as a pervert thing. Hence, I hadn’t even heard about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I have likewise never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summer. I was then merely 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I watched a report on TV, with a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some fairly funny things in this TV programme : everybody was fully naked, including all of the guests as well as the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing just a hat and a butterfly-node, along with the partner only a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, I thought about going bare…
click , then I attempted to sleep bare for the very first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was chilly, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and noted that I was nude. But anyway, I found it rather great, because I felt very free (I normally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I attempted to remain bare the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a excellent day. I did all the standard things in the nude, and this was exceptionally plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather depressing to need to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had caught me, and I’m still addicted to it !
But as I still feared the possible reaction of my parents, I did not sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to stay nude as long as possible when my parents were away.
About one year after, I ‘d abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more often. One morning, my mother, who came every morning to awake me, discovered my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But astonishingly, she did not have a very negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I had described her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T shirt and chemise during the nighttime, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first success ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and staying nude at home whenever possible. Two years after (in 1994), I wanted to strive to be naked outside for the very first time. I ‘d the chance that there were little woods near 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 place 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 freedom was remarkable… I attempted to renew this encounter 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…
Throughout that period also, I attempted to go without panties. I did it a few times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfy, I couldn’t prevent my dick to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for years. During the summer 1996, I made an important step : I shown to my mom, that I wanted to stay nude at home. One day, while she had gone away for a couple of moments, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message explaining that, when I would go out of the washroom, I would remain nude because I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would be no way that I would swear because I did not like it, and she accepted that I remained bare. She revealed herself as being more open minded than what I could think… So, I spent nearly one month nude, only swearing when my dad was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The remaining time, I remained naked in my bedroom. It was simply one of the very best summers I’ve ever had !
Following 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, when I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I had my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-naked less than 10 times, because I just had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military choice, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the neighborhood 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 small lakes and beaches were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week-end). But the following time, there was nobody… I halted, installed myself in a little isolated grass area, and got bare. For the very first time in my life, I was naked in public, with others who could see me. I enjoyed 2 amazing hours. I went back there fairly often during the next 4 years, with good experences, and much more bad ones…
For the great ones, I’ll mention that I’ve meet my first bare girls here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, fully naked, reading a book or enjoying the silence and also the landscape.
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A lot of folks could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was quite weel permitted in this area except during the week-ends in the middle of the summertime.
But I also found, for the very first time, that nudism may also be related to sexual perversion… Plenty of queers are used to meet around these lakes, nor hesitate to try to have sex with any bare guy they see… I had to reject them quite regularly, and I ‘d normally no problem, but I finally stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid further problems.
I tried to really go to plenty of other “bare spots” in the area, however they were finally all homosexual 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 life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a road, with 3 neighbours). I began to stay bare here more and more frequently, only cursing for going out (in group or to ride on my bike), or to bring something in the common fridge 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 guts to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not knowing what their reactions could be : French people are http://voyeurwebz.com as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism is still like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows shut, then secluding myself a bit… I also documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these times, which supported 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 stayed increasingly more bare. I even started to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and the showers in the nude. Always fearing to be found… In April 2001, on a very little climbing road free of traffic, I even attempted once to ride on by bike in the buff, during roughly 10 kilometers. That was a terrific experience, but I didn’t have the chance to attempt once again…
My improvement in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There’s, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is permitted. It’s there that I ‘d my first actual nudist encounter in public, without dreading gay advances, during summer 2003. I truly enjoyed it, and I now wait for the heat once more to spend new good times on this shore, with my girlfriend, who I am attempting to convert to nudism also. A couple of months before, I determined once again that I wouldn’t wear panties anylonger. I packed all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible location (except one slip for absolute importance instances). As my dick is now much more quieter, there is no issue whatsoever, and I now never wear underwear, under any kind of clothes, including jeans that I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she is still not actually converted to nudism, she appreciates the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but certainly. The following steps will be :
First, the completion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I understand she’ll do it, as she’s not opposed to this notion, but it’ll definitely take lots of time until she’s as comfortable with nakedness than I ‘m… After, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I am hoping that this will definitely become the truth next year. Well, that is all; Thanks to all of the folks who had the courage to read my litterature until here