In earlier days, I had enjoyed being nude from time to time, but always either at home or with a girlfriend. I was always intrigued with the idea of visiting a nudist camp or resort, but also thought I would probably be aroused as soon as I got there. About 7 years ago, when I was 49, I took a short between-jobs vacation to southern Florida, and worked up the nerve to visit Haulover Beach. I parked, walked through the tunnel under A1A, and as soon as I emerged, I saw that almost everyone was nude, and everyone was cool. I went not too far and found a good spot, with just a little separation, put down my towel and other stuff, got naked, and loved it.
After catching some rays for a while, I went to the ocean and took a swim, which was also great. Then I walked up and down the beach for a little bit, before returning to my towel to soak in some more sun. When I got back to my hotel, I got nude and stayed that way except for when I had to go out for dinner. I visited again the next day, and it was another great experience.
Since then, I have visited Haulover a couple more times, and have also visited nude resorts in Florida, once staying for a weekend and enjoying 2 solid unclothed days. It truly is a great feeling. I hope to meet a woman to visit nude beaches and resorts with, either as a friend or as a partner.
I meet a kind of nudism in 60-ties as a young guy (14) visiting my cousins, girls and boys, in a small village. We used to go for swimming in river. We were poor and have not any swimming suits so we take off our clothes on the opposite sides of bush and meet in water. The water covered our nudity. Once I was the only boy between girls and they allowed me stay together for common sunbathing. Few years later I met coincidently nudists in bulgarian beach and joined them. So do I up to now. Now in winter we met once a week early on sunday in swimming pool
I wonder if anyone else had an experience like mine- where this kind of experience will produce a mental state that changes you for life. When I was a teenager I would go on these naked hikes along a creek. It was something to do when you are a horny teenager growing up in a small town. I would leave all of my clothes hidden somewhere- and then wear only my shoes- while I walk at least another mile down the creek. I thought that the thrill of getting caught was fun. Of course, one day I got my wish. It was a young man and woman. I continued to look at them from a distance (at a different location) and to my thrill she says to him, "Would you like to take your pants off." He did that for her. She started to make love with him- and I know that she noticed me watching them for the second time. I did not bother with introducing myself, but I did enjoy watching them while they were making love. After this experience, I felt very happy as if I had some kind of positive mental breakdown. And since this experience, I have never had any amount of guilt about my body (or sex) so this is a good thing.
My first time was by accident, I got nude on quite beach in ibiza and went for a walk down the beach only to come back to find clothes gone. I had to walk the very long walk back to the hotel, passing crowds of people in the streets, because it was my first time nude in public streets I got an erection and couldn't hide it, so I just walked as if it was normal which nearly made me cum. It ended a good day as I enjoyed the long walk naked and fully erect for all to see.
That is a nice naural way to start and I suspect the hard part is adjusting toothers who may not e a nude state. It is nice when you can join others and share that comon ground and teh wonderment of it all. Thomas
Today was my first day in the open as a nudist, yes for few years I've been at home naked. but never out in the open with other people.
I arrived at the bech we only have two where I live and one is always packed (swanborne) and the other is over 1 hour drive from my place (port kennedy).
I walked down to the beach and w3as semi surprirsed how sparsley populated the free section was, so I walked furth along trhe footpath to another entrance found a position and laid down for a few hours.
I was happy with my clothes off no embarassment or other phyiscal occurences happening. I'm not perfect shape wise and its was pleasing to see lots of different sizes and shapes. some makign me feel happy about my own shape.
can't wait to do it again, just love to ahve somebody with me to share the experince
I was 24 when in Spain and went on a boat trip that went past a nudist beach was shocked at first but then it liberating. The following day I went there and have been a naturist ever since. It's nice to be free of clothes and go into the sea swim and not spend the day in a wet pair of trunks or struggling to change without being noticed.
I recall with such clarity my first nudist experience at age 11 when my dad invit4ed me to go on a camping trip with his friend. It turned out extra special because this friend had a son, Eric, also of my age. His friend pick us up at our home. Introductions were made all around, we packed our equipment into the car and were off. The drive was to take three hours so we brought out something to do to pass the time. We wound up talking then drifting off to sleep. He and I both awoke to the car's driving on an uneven road leading to the lake. What a thrill to see the lake. It was so big, beautiful, and blue; just like pictures in a travel brochure. As soon as the car stopped he and I took off running to the sandy beach where we just looked and tabbled. When we got back to the campsite the dad's had erected one large tent. I was surprised because I assumed dad and I would share our tent but he hadn't brought it and I hadn't noticed till then. The day was warm so dad suggested we go for a swim. The lake was cool but not cold so we went into the tent to get ready. To my surprise and near shock, both the dads just stripped off their clothes, laid them on the sleeping bags and went out. they didn't even look back at us. I'd never seen another naked man before so I was really surprised. I'd been too busy looking through my bag for a swim suit to see that Eric was naked too. More surprise. He told me to stop fooling around and get undressed so we could get into the lake. I was outvoted; what could I do? I stripped. Outside the temt Eric said that he'd race me and we tore off down the path. When we go to the water the dads were laughing, joking, and splashing each other so we joined in. The play turned into a game of grab ass tag. We were soon tired and got out to lay in the sand. Dad came by and told me he was proud that I had gotten naked together. He wasn't certain what I'd do. Since Eric stripped down, he thought I'd join. We got wet once more to lose the sand and went back to the camp site. I was still ready to do something so Eric suggested we go for a hike. We put our shoes on, then rubbed sun screen on with Eric and I putting it on each other. It felt kinda weird standing there naked while another boy spreads lotion on my back side. We spent an hour walking along the lake just talking and getting to know each other. Erik told me that his family were nudists and he was raised that way. Told me of places his family had visited. When we got back to camp, the dad's were fixing dinner. One of the best I'd ever eaten. Somehow being outdoors makes food taste better. That night we all slept naked. The entire week without clothes really made an impression on me. We all four got together again and again to camp in the nude.
I don't know why it was Greece but when I was 22 I went to a little island called Keffalonia (Cephalonia)and went to the beach at Sami ( one of the two principal towns) and just stripped naked. It was the sun, the Metaxa, the ouzo, the beer, the honey soaked cakes. We sat at the beach chatting with some folks who had been camping and I went swimming, it was dark and I felt free (we were on leave from the Army in Germany) and I could not stop myself. My friend was mortified - the first day and ratted me out "He's sitting here balls ass naked" he told the campers when they came by. But, swear to Athena, that next day he was out there just as naked as me.
My first time when I was in the army we wher in Bosnia in 1992 we hade at that time a out post with radio masts and all that (call relay) because it was in the middle of a fold with just a 432(armard personal carries) the 432 is how you get ther lol as you are ther for upto 2 weeks at a time we made a shower out of a brush pole with a bucket with holls in it one of us sits on the eag of the 432 holding the bush handal one of us pouring water in the bucket .and then just take it in turns it was very funny to see so I gess that was my first time
Our first experience was to do a little skinny dipping in her dads backyard pool late one evening. It so happened that her sister came out and wanted to know what we were doing. We told her that we were skinny dipping. She laughed and left us alone. Later that year we took a trip to Panama City Beach and I talked her into removing her bikini top and rolling her bottom down to expose a lot of her hair and white skin. She did not get embarrassed when several guys walked up to check out her tits. The next year we started tubing at a local river campground. My wife and her sister would go off to one of the beach landing areas and get nude and wave at the people floating by. After her sister and dad left to go home, my wife and I stayed for a few more days. We made several trips down to the beach area and she would lay out nude for several hours. Many a guy would pass by and see her and whistle or shout to her to sit up or stand up to show more. She would sit up and show her tits to just about anyone passing by. Later it advanced to having guys over to the house or the trailer at the park to play strip poker. She loved winning, but definately was a good sport about being the first one naked. She would walk around and tease the guys by laying her tits on them or grabbing their pensis and giving them deep kisses. All in all, things turned out great at many of those parties.
When I was growing up, we lived in a rual area less than 50 yards from a creek. All of us kids in the small neighbor hood would go to the creek where we had a good "ole fashion swimming hole." All of us, boys and girsl, would just strip down and go swimming. Nothing sexual ever took place. We just swam. The feeling of being nude has been with me ever since but never found the time, place or friends to get that feeling again. Since I am retired, I have put in a pool and hot tub in my back yard, witch is very private, and I enjoy the ability to feel the sun and freedom of being nude.
My first time was today aug 7th 2011 and I am in love with it. I never felt so free and the world opened up imed. Now just need to find some friends that like going there to as none of the people i know are into it. Well Thanks for letting me share I
It was 1982 and my parents had gone away to Queensland . I had so stay back at a friends place to do my school certificate exams.My parents had dropped me of at there house on the Friday morning before school so that they could make an early start for the drive. Steve and myself went to school as normal and when we got home in the afternoon we went down the beach for a surf.. nothing out of the ordinary .
When we got back from the beach we went out the back to wash the sand off our boards . Steve was hosing himself off and stripped naked in front of me but still nothing out of the ordinary as we often stripped down naked to get changed after having a surf at other beaches. I did the same and dried and wrapped a towel around me to go inside.
When we walked through the kitchen to go dawn the hall Steve's Mum was standing in the kitchen naked cooking dinner. I was a bit shocked as i didn't know that they were nudists. Later sitting around the dinner table Steve's Dad asked if we had had a good surf and if we would like to go to another beach the next day.. I said sure and everybody else agreed.
Now let me fill you in .. Steve is there second child and 16 years old.. the same age as me.. he has 2 sisters one older 18 and the other 14 both very attractive just like there mother.
The next morning after breakfast we packed our stuff in the car and headed off down to the beach . when we pulled up I realised that we were at the local nudist beach . I commented to Steve and he just laughed and said "didn't you know " I went red in the face but didn't want to make a scene, so just shrugged it off and headed off with them..
Once on the beach every bode stripped off but i stayed clothed to avoid embarrassment. Everybody had great all over tans , even Steve, but I had never noticed before.
I sat there for a while trying to hide my growing embarrassment while every body enjoyed the sun on there naked bodies.After about an hour I got used to it and started to think what was all the fuss.Shortly after I thought what the hell, If you can't beat them join them, so I stripped off and just laid they getting used to my new found freedom.
The beach was starting to get quite a few people on it now and it was getting quite warm so we all headed into the water for a swim. What a difference that was , swimming naked felt so different ... I loved it..I was converted.
We stayed at the beach all day and I stayed naked the rest of the day. When we got home my bum was a bit red and sore but I had had a great day .
The following weekend we did the same , but this time there was absolutely no embarrassment . We has only been at the beach about an hour and i was coming out of the water after a swim and I was walking up the beach when 2 girls were walking the the other way into the water and i recognized one as my ex-girlfriend Lisa. ... what a shock for both of us . I never imagined here to be a nudist.. but we got talking later and she had been going to nudist beaches all her life . We hit it off again soon after that and had many great times at the beach until she had to move away with her parents . We have since caught up on facebook after about 25 years and have become good friends again although she is married with 3 kids of her own and they have all been brought up in the lifestyle
isn't it odd, it seems such a big deal the first time you visit a naturist beach, you think everyone will be staring at you, but the truth is you're more likely to get stared at if you're not naked.. and within 15 or 20 mins you're wondering why we have such an obsession with clothes and why every beach isn't like that,
after all you're either sunbathing or swimming in the sea....
and what possible point is there for wearing anything for either activity??
in my oppinion...clothes were invented to keep you warm when its cold...if its not cold...you don't need them...
Ok, it was 1986 and I had just started dating my wife, Eli, when we went to supper at her 'dear friends' Graeme and Jane. Well they told us about some committee changes at their 'club'.
I said we were planning to take our caravan to France and meet some friends this summer, but that line kinda went ignored, I thought. They then asked if we would like to join them as visitors for a day at the naturist club to see if we liked it, (interesting the club is a naturist club, and they admit this??? They are not what I thought - they seem normal). My suppressed childhood and schoolboy intrigue with H&E meant I wanted to say yes, but mumbled no, and then Eli said we had too much to get ready before the holiday, there you go we were off the hook.
On leaving that night Graeme shook my hand and placed his other on my shoulder and said quietly 'if you change your mind let me know and I can arrange for you to come to the club...no problem friend'. I kissed Jane and she hugged me and Graeme and Eli hugged and kissed as we left.
Phew... later on the way home, Eli mentioned that Jane was a bit wild and was a bit of a hippy in the sixties and got naked at any chance, she had got Graeme into the club scene and they both loved it, then I am not sure why, she said 'I am not sure I could do that kinda thing'...So that was that, you would think. I now think I understand that part about my exciting new girl friend...'the naked thing'... is for us only in the bedroom,... or at least when we are alone, well we are all human.
So middle of July, work closes for two weeks, we head to Saint Palais sur Mer, near Royan with caravan in tow. Meet the folks we hardly knew on campsite and settle in. BBQ first night lots of wine and beer and jokes about the nude beaches and skinny dipping in France...did we miss something the previous week before we arrived?
Next day supermarket and stuff and late afternoon trip to beach, drove past a sign on road that said 'Plage Naturist. FKK Stade.' After dinner rather than go get drunk with the crowd immediately we decide to go walk off the food. Nice evening stroll along the beach at Grande Plage, we walked over a mile as we liked to do and eventually met a couple with no clothes on walking hand in hand like us. We passed and said 'Bonsoir' admiring the fact they were naked and not a care in the world, I said to Eli 'Looks like we walked up to the naturist section' she replied 'yes isn't this beach here just lovely?.
We walked about another 400metres and decided to head back, after smiling and passing the couple again, I just tentatively came out with 'Fancy trying this beach tomorrow then?' The reply almost astounded me, 'Yes why not this looks a great beach,' in truth it is no different to the adjacent clothed mile or so.
So back to campsite, glass of wine off to bed early for us, neither of us could sleep much. Anyway by 8:30 next morning breakfast and chores done two hours ahead of normal schedule, we decide we better pack lunch and get sun cream on, then head to the beach. Was Eli as nervous as me? Surely must be. Will she bottle out? Will I get an erection? Will anybody notice our white bums? Just get rucksack in car and head to beach, slowly , do not appear to be in a rush.
By just after 9:00 we are walking down the path beside the sign for the naturist beach, hardly speaking, later find both of us with butterflies and a slightly sick feeling in stomach. No turning back we head onto the beach, it is quiet but a few folk are there, we stroll to middle of the area and about 20metres from a naked couple rubbing sun cream onto their naked kids. Eli lays out towels and mats and I get an umbrella erected, Eli is getting her top off and sits down on the towel, I decide now or never and remove my Tee shirt and sit down and both of us remove our shorts and everything at same time. I look at Eli and admire her sitting there naked and she smiles at me and asks for her book. I look around, no one is staring at us, we do not exist, everyone seems so calm. Newcomers to the beach say 'Bonjour' to regulars...the all over brown ones...this is normal. Still no erection but I am finding not a sense of excitement but more a sense of well-being.
After an hour and I feel I need to have a swim to cool off before re-applying sun lotion, as it is very hot, so I ask Eli if she wants to go for a dip, 'God yes I am bursting for a pee...' so we walk to the sea, passing loads of people just as naked as us.
We have a swim for about half an hour, it is so great to swim naked the first time, you never want to wear a costume again. Then we walk onto the beach and Eli suggests a walk to dry off, so we walk up the beach to the clothed area, passing a lot of people doing the same, playing games in the sand and just being so normal. Yes we meet a couple of groups of clothed folks, either walking to the naturist area like us or coming to have a peep, but we do not care...two days earlier I would have died if I thought I had to walk past clothed people, naked.
We turn round and walk back, Eli comments that there are all kinds of folks, old, young, couples, families, we hear all kinds of accents, English, French, German, Dutch... We get back to towels and by now I realise I never want to go to a normal beach again. Seeing all these naked women did not get me aroused at all, Eli did not lose control looking at all the naked men.
So we eat lunch, the rest of that day, we swim, we walk, we read, it is fantastic to spend another three hours on the beach. Only at the end do I notice the beach is packed and there are people all around and all naked. We are 2 metres from folks around us and we have casually exchanged welcomes with the ones most immediately next to us.
Reluctantly we decide to head back to the campsite as we have to be careful of the first time exposed parts, but we both feel we do not want to leave. We follow the same routine the rest of the two weeks on that holiday, except after a few days we did find other beaches nearby like Cote Sauvage, which has fantastic surf and mixed with textiles (we were ex-textiles by then), most nude though. We went home without putting on trunks or bikini again that holiday and were completely brown all over, wearing a huge smile, just desperate to tell some friends what we did.