, 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 generally involved that guts contractor, booze. Now here we were sober, with total strangers, and going to get bare. We were abruptly introduced to social nudism when we walked into the office. And we thought Fridays were everyday, hah. Our membership guides went out of their approach to calm our fears, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we’ve changed clothes in a parking lot before, we can actually say its the first time we ever took it all off. My God. Out in the open. Where we could be observed. Are we crazy?
Our guides gave us the tour and clarified rules, etc. (Damn, everyone is nude.) They also gave us a history of the club and introduced us to some of the members. (Damn, we are naked also.) By time we made it to the shore, we were starting to relax. Well not entirely, after all we don’t have any clothing 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 throughout the area with most of the trailers. Walking down http://nudebeachpicture.net of the road, buck nude. Whoa, that is one we wouldn’t have thought we had do. There are some really creative people. Some of the trailers and cabins were extremely pleasant. However, the people were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing care, and washing cars without a stitch of clothes. We’re bordering on sensory overload now.
Getting back to the shore, we decided to shower. Between nerves and our hike, we’d worked up quite a sweat. Another new experience, 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’t take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, Mother Nature chose to send some thunder boomies in. We wondered what nudists do when it rains. After all, there’s no clothing to get wet. But we soon found out that it is chilly, and whether or not it rains hard enough can hurt. Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was getting close to the membership societal hour anyway.
While waiting, we spoke to a quite enjoyable aged lady. We could not help but reminded by http://voyeurwebz.com “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the brain is already dead, it didn’t register that we were speaking to an individual who could very well be our grandma and she’s naked.
It was at the social hour that the final barriers were broke. Outside we could keep our space as well as the invisible barrier, but here we were in extremely close proximity to nude guys, women, and kids. 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 prepared for the luau, but sadly 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 stay.
Seriously, following the first fears wore off, which actually did not take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All of the members were quite friendly and could not wait to brag about their club. The majority of our dread was more on what to expect compared to the nudity aspect although body approval is probably the hardest part of a social bare surroundings. I did overlook my pockets. After all, what do I do with my hands?
Then it was back to the car and what the hell?? We got to put clothing on. That sucks.