Many years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my home, I chose to get out and try new things. I approached the idea of going to a nudist resort with caution, but the thought kept nagging at me.
I’m in relatively good condition, etc., and finally 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 couple of hours, and I was hooked. I enjoy going every summer now, as often as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and gratifying thing I’ve ever done.
A Neglected Opportunity
It was http://girlnudist.com or 48. My family drove around to http://beach-photos.net . We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The next morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Dad wanted to go to Sunshine Park but Mom needed to go to Atlantic City. Eventually, they chose to ask my sister and I where we wanted to go. We both determined Atlantic City.
Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I later found Sunshine and Health magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her job of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines fascinating. I enjoyed the graphics!!
I began to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I found a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and started to buy 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 which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become a member of a resort in California that I remembered May’s Landing from the time my sister and I chose to go to Atlantic City instead. Maybe my family would have become nudist. I later became a nudist, but I’m the only nudist in the family.
Another narrative, when I possess the time!
From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothes Free
My first actual nudist experience was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort because I needed to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and mandatory bathing suits.
As a kid I had been told that one didn’t go around nude, and while it was acceptable to change clothing in the existence of other men definitely it was not done in front of females.
My first issue was that I I wasn’t certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other folks for a length period of time for no reason when I felt uneasy just being naked alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my house nude even when I did not have to be.
as soon as I arrived at the resort I was met by a bare guy in the office who enrolled 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 area. I undressed before the tour because even though no one understood me, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in public by looking out of place.
My tour ended at the lake and because my reason for going there was so I really could swim bare I went into the water.
After I took a quick walk by myself. As I passed other people a smile and “Hello” was in order, the lack of clothing was of no significance.
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 as well as the warm sunshine. That convinced me that this was how we were meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being bare. I completed 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 bare. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended plenty of nudist occasions. I have been on numerous naked cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be nude constantly except when it’s too cold or I’m going into town.
Now, for me, being naked is my lifestyle.
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 hunting the Web for nudist areas and discovered there were several about 70 miles away. I liked to attempt it and and didn’t understand if I ‘d 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 around to the pool area. It was not long before all my fears were gone. It felt so great to go into the pool and sunbathe without a bathing suit.
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’s just a relaxed feeling.
Now I am a routine 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 naked it is very difficult to have 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, Part Two
I eventually modeled for the regular figure drawing class during the spring session. Alas, the young lady who had introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing class was small, only five pupils, and I got very comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the semester, the teacher asked me to model for her general drawing class. I concurred, 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 didn’t need to get dressed. Almost everyone was really 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 ad 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 girl 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 car and stripped down.
The camp was not very packed, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A couple of teens arrived in the afternoon, home from school. I wasn’t even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them disappeared, but two girls returned, nude, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be naked and free around other people, particularly individuals of the opposite gender, and not feel any angst or anxiety.
as soon as I went back to the Ponderosa, it absolutely was on a Saturday, and there were many more people there. I remained for the weekly dance, and located a liberty that I had never felt. I still hate to dance with clothes on. During every excursion, I loathed to put clothing on and leave. And I despised the arrival of cold weather.
I am 44 years old now and very active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still love to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m fortunate to truly have a wife who enjoys nudism with me, and our children have taken to it also. I actually don’t ever envision a time when I could ever stop loving nude diversion.
Fort Worth, Texas