, it was our first time at any given nudist facility.
Our previous experience had just been with a few select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and typically included that courage builder, alcohol. Now here we were sober, with total strangers, and going to get naked. And we believed Fridays were informal, hah. Our membership guides went out of their approach to ease our anxieties, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we’ve changed clothes in a parking lot before, we can actually say its the very first time we ever took it all away. My God. Outside in the open. Where we could be viewed. Are we mad?
Our guides gave us the tour and clarified rules, etc. (Damn, everyone is nude.) In addition they gave us a history of the club and introduced us to some of the members. (Darn, we’re naked too.) By time we made it to the beach, we were beginning to relax. Well not entirely, after all we do not have any clothes on in front of all of these folks.
After lying in sunlight for awhile and slowly starting to grow accustomed, we decided to take a walk round the area with most of the trailers. Whoa, that’s one we wouldn’t have thought we’d do. There are a few very creative people. A number of the trailers and cottages were really fine. But the people were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing cars without a stitch of clothing.
Getting back to the seashore, we chose to shower. Between nerves and our hike, we’d worked up quite a sweat. Another new encounter, taking in a shower, outside, naked, with every Tom, Dick, and Betty walking by or joining us. The brain has now gone dead. It can not take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, Mother Nature chose to send some thunder boomies in. After all, there’s no clothing to get wet. But we soon learned that it is chilly, and whether or not it rains hard enough can damage.
Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was becoming close to the membership social hour anyhow. While waiting, http://wnude.com/nude-beach.html spoke to a really agreeable elderly woman. Since the brain is already dead, it didn’t register that we were speaking to an individual who could very well be our grandmother and she is naked.
It was at the social hour the final barriers were broke. Outside we could keep our space along with the invisible barrier, but here we were in exceptionally close proximity to naked guys, women, and children. Just as the brain was beginning to come back to life, it shut down again.
As the social hour was breaking up, the skies cleared. Everyone was getting ready for the luau, but regrettably we needed to leave and get back home to our daughter. After smelling the pig roasting all day long, it was a disappointment not to be able to remain.
Seriously, after the initial fears wore off, which really didn’t take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All of http://nudismpictures.net were very friendly and could not wait to brag about their club. Most of our apprehension was more on what to anticipate than the nudity aspect although body approval is perhaps the most difficult part of a social bare surroundings. I did overlook my pockets.
Then it was back to the car and what the hell?? We got to put clothing on. That sucks.