My first time nude was in 1986 at Rincon Beach in Santa Barbara, California, when I was 16 years old. I had been nude at home when no one else was home and was and still am a swimmer so I was used to having next to nothing on.
I saw a publication in the travel portion of the bookstore about California nude beaches and detected Rincon was the closest to me. Pre GPS, I got out a Thomas Guide and figured out where to get off the expressway.
I had a Speedo on beneath just in case I backed out and still needed to enjoy the seashore with next to nothing on. I walked the shore to the nude place, put my towel down, dropped my shorts, and sat down. It took just about 30 minutes I’d say to start being comfortable and to actually get up to walk around. Any anxieties of “delight” went away immediately and has never been a difficulty.
I seen this beach nearly everyday during the summer making the one hour drive each way.
My next obstacle was getting my girlfriend years afterwards to attempt. She was reluctant in the beginning, and also would say she’d do it, but would never remove her swimsuit when we got there. After a couple of times, she eventually went topless and then nude. It finally became prohibited to go naked at Rincon and there’s nothing closer to appreciate.
Nudity was appreciated in our house ever since. After marrying, we bought a house with a totally private backyard and may enjoy the yard and pool nude. We made it a point to raise our kids nude additionally (now ages 4 – 10) and they don’t have any problems with it.
A close friend I work with knows I am a nudist , and it has come to our house with his wife to attempt. He eventually brought his two children and they took to it right away when seeing our children naked additionally. The wonderful thing is kids take to it naturally and it’s not as hard as when you begin it at an older age.
I’m now 43 and appreciate living in a nude environment. I look forward to the ending of the day when I can strip my clothes off at home and just be comfortable with nothing. Still being a swimmer, a Speedo is sometimes too much for me and I wish they still had the previous days at the YMCA where swimming was done nude.
Van Nuys, California
First Time 50 years or 1 month
We moved to CA when I was 33, purchased a house and had a pool constructed. I quickly started skinny-dippin’ at nighttime. My daughter would often join me. When she left home to join the Navy I started cleaning the pool in the nude, in the day of course. When I was 44 my firm sent us to the Bahamas to put in a missile tracking station. They’d a nude beach which my partner and I seen. She claimed it was nude because there were never any people on it. I began taking off my skimpy swim suit after a week or so and after about a month I simply left it in the trunk of the automobile. One day we’d walked about 3 miles down the shore and turned to go back. Around the first bend in the shore we saw 3 couples walking toward us in city clothes. It was high tide so we went into the water so they’d have room to pass without becoming wet.
When they were even with us they asked if we lived on the island and we replied “yes.” Then they barraged us with questions-what did we do for recreation, cost of living, etc? We rather pointed at the shore, water and some nice shells we’d picked up. As we got to our car one of the guys inquired if I was not sort of embarrassed being the only naked man in a group of eight. I looked down and said “Gosh, I’M nude! You know IT’S a nude beach and I would think you had be embarrassed wearing clothes.” Fast forward thirty years, my wife fell into delicate health and I lost her five years after. Our last serious chat she suggested http://videonudism.com/nudity marry again and I should join a “nudist colony.” After she passed I spent a miserable month and then recalled her idea. I printed out the free first time visitor pass and went to Glen Eden. I met many nice folks, swam a lot, basked in the sun and that night I slept all night with no tears. The next week I took the motor home and dogs and went again for just two nights. Again I slept like a baby all night. Imagine what? The next week I joined and got a Gold Seal gate pass. I only live 17 miles so I go out about every other day and my sleepless nights have virtually vanished. So now, was I a nudist when I skinny dipped in my very own pool or on my first trip to GE?
What did you expect?
After several years of wrestling together with the notion,
http://macgallery.net made it to a naturist resort in beautiful Palm Springs. I was minutes away from stepping outside for my first ever experience, when someone knocked on the doorway. Without thinking I popped it open to locate a lovely but completely clothed lady standing there. Apparently she had the wrong room number. I’m proud of the very fact that I did not even flinch. Her direct eye contact was as if it was set in stone. But, when she turned to leave she actually “got an eye full” as she walked away.
My first idea was something like, “Well, what did you expect, feathers?” So, with that thought in mind I went outside and started the finest and most relaxing holiday I ‘d ever had. Naturally, I haven’t looked back,
except to laugh. At that time, I became a
practicing naturist and I’m proud of it.
-Doug from Michigan
Adding to my bucket list
My first experience was at Blacks Beach in La Jolla California. I was there only out of boot camp and while in my “A” school I kept hearing about the nude beach in La Jolla. I had started a bucket list of stuff I wanted to do in life a number of years earlier and got to thinking….why not? I could add this to my bucket list!! I am 3000 miles from anyone I know, it would be amazing to say that once when I was 24, I went to a nude beach.
One of my “A” school friends and I chose to give it a shot on our last weekend in San Diego. We were a bit nervous as we headed to the beach. Eventually when we got there, we opted to walk up and down the seashore with our clothes on and then decided to drop our clothing!
We were both amazed at how quick we became comfortable with being naked, we actually felt more ill at ease when we’d clothing on and nobody else did! We stayed for a number of hours, swimming, enjoying the sunlight, and having a fantastic time. Amusing story about that trip, I dozed off on the seashore. Not certain what I was dreaming about, but I started to get an erection and it woke me up and I needed to sit up and cover up, and was pretty embarrassed. In 22 years since that time, it is still the sole spontaneous erection I’ve ever had at a bare resort. When people ask me questions about being a nudist, that’s only one of the most often asked questions, plus it just doesnt occur.
When I returned home from that first experience, I believed that was it. I didnt know it existed elsewhere. Several years later, after moving to South Carolina, I somehow found out about a resort in the Columbia, SC area. They have an yearly even called Nudestock and I spent the weekend there and was caught! Now everywhere I go, I appear to see what nudist resorts are in the area.
I have a whole change in my self body image. Before my first encounter I was really self conscious of my body….now I ‘m extremely confident in my body. I feel amazing when the sun, winds, and water caress my body…it is entirely a fully freeing experience! I talk openly about my encounters and have taken several individuals for their first encounters and never has anyone had a poor experience.
Summerville, South Carolina
Free at Last
My first time bare experience occurred when a friend of mine talked me into going to a clothing optional get together at health club with her. I was incredibly nervous the whole week before but I was comitted to doing it. We entered the club and went to what was marked as the women’s locker room to undress. The very first thing I saw was a man taking his briefs off. My friend saw my confusion and laughingly said “everything’s coed here.” We got a couple of lockers. She was naked in no time. I ‘d taken my top and short pants off but froze there; too anxious to take anything else away. I kept looking around at who else was in the room and was just plain nervous. I tried to unhook my bra but my hands were shaking so badly I couldn’t manage it. My buddy took care of it for me. So there I was topless. I quickly shed my panties and place everything in the locker before I lost my heart. What a feeling once I walked out of that locker room entirely nude iin front of 100 people. It was exhilirating and embarassing at the exact same time. But there I was concealing noothing. We headed for the pool. Swimming around naked felt so nice and it kind of felt I was covered. Next came the sauna for about 5 minutes to dry off. By the time we exited the sauna I felt entirely comfortable with being naked and wondered what all my nervousness was about. I was hooked. This was great. So liberation. We went over to watch the volleyball game for some time. When that match finished I joined the next game. OMG. Was this great or what? Here I was bouncing across the volleyball court completely naked and loving every second of it. It struck me that in about a half hour I went from petrifed to take my bra away to cavorting naked. I was so free. We stayed for over two hours and I hated to put clothes on after. LOL. That was it for me. I became a nudist. That was about 20 years past and I’ve never looked back.