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First-Time Nudist Experience

Naked Boater

I think I've been a nudist all of my life.
I remember sneaking out at night and stripping down and running around my yard. I would even sneak out and go skinny-dipping in our pool. I was actually caught by my mother one time.
But my first time with other nudists was the summer of 2006. It was for the Guinness World Record for skinny-dipping. My wife actually went with me to MAHESO (Maryland health society). She didn't get naked, but I did, and it was the most liberating thing that I had done up to that point in my life. Everybody made me feel welcome and they were all so friendly. My wife felt uncomfortable so we had to leave immediately after the swim. I think she was uncomfortable because she was the only one wearing clothes.
Since then, I have been to a few local swims near Baltimore (MARNA), and I've been to Gunnison beach in New Jersey. I even snuck away to Cypress Cove for about an hour while on vacation at Disney World. (That did not go over well.)
My wife hates it and so I haven't been anywhere for about four years now. So to keep her happy I only get naked around the house. I do miss being with others that share my enthusiasm for nude living.
Maybe one day I will be able to convince her to join me.

First time not last

When I was 14, my aunt flew me out to her and my uncle's house in Phoenix, Arizona. I knew the weather was warm there but had no idea how hot it really was. I had been there a week and used the pool daily but every time I went swimming they would give me a little frown.

The fourth day there, I asked my aunt why she and my uncle never swam. She told me it was more comfortable if swimsuits were not used. I thought this a joke but she explained that they swam natural and since I was here, they preferred not to swim. I said I understood and went out to the pool. While in the pool, I took off my swimsuit and it felt so good. I threw my suit on the pool deck and a while later my aunt came out. She saw the suit and smiled. She said I was precious and said it was good to try it.

I was embarrassed and a little shy. She asked if I wanted something to drink and she went in, brought me a Coke, and put it on the table. She went back in and I got out completely nude. I was uncertain until my aunt came out and said it was okay to be naked and enjoy the sun. She smiled at me and went inside. I stayed naked the rest of the day, not sure about how my uncle would take to seeing me naked but he was fine with it.

After dinner, that night we all swam nude and my uncle explained how they did things and was proud of me. Seeing my aunt and uncle naked was new to me but I got to where I was comfortable. My aunt called my mom and asked if I could stay. Mom agreed to let me stay another week and most of the time I was nude. I loved being naked and getting a tan all over. I also loved spending time with my aunt and uncle.

The extended week ended too soon for me and once I got home, I would try to find places where I could go naked outside. I did go naked when no one was home and would even call my aunt and tell her I was. She would laugh.

I now love being naked and go to resorts and beaches as often as I can.

Since Childhood

I think I may have been a nudist pretty much all of my life, though I did not come from a nudist family. Early in life, as young as six, I remember taking off my clothes anytime I got the chance, but always alone. My father was Air Force, so we moved around quite a bit. Tennessee, Arkansas, California, New Hampshire, Oklahoma, and I always found places I could go outdoors, be alone, and be naked, but never really understood how I felt about being naked until a summer in Arkansas.

About a mile from our home there was a small pond where my brother, sister, and I would frequently go fishing. We took an old picnic table top to the pond once, nailed a couple of small logs to it, and created a sort of outrigger boat. It was fun. When I was about 13, I was at the pond by myself one day and decided to row around for a little while. I didn't want my brother to know I had been at the pond (my parents were at work), and since the "boat" floated very low in the water, getting you pretty wet, I decided to take my clothes off to get on the boat. That was the most liberating feeling I had ever had. The sun was very hot on my skin, but the water coming through the boards of the picnic table seemed to keep me very cool. I spent about 2 hours there, rowing around that little pond.

From then on, into my 20's, no matter where we moved, I found places outdoors where I could disrobe and enjoy being in my own skin. Sometimes I would just lay in a field, sometimes take a walk through the woods, but feeling the wind and sun on my entire body.

I met my wife in 1990 and we were married in 1991. It has been 25 years of happiness that I would not give up for a minute. Throughout our life together, we have enjoyed nudity together. We frequently camped on company property in the woods, went to hotels in other towns and spent weekends nude in the room, but always just the two of us. We now own a lake house at a reservoir near our home, and when we are there, just the two of us, we are almost always in the buff, mostly sitting on the deck playing cards. I even hung a light over the kitchen sink last week in the buff, even though the window over the sink faces the dirt road that is frequented by folks out for a walk. A couple months ago I told her that I thought I could go to a nudist resort. She surprised me a little with her reply of "We could go to a clothing optional resort and you can go naked, but I don't think I want to."

We have not yet had the opportunity to go to a resort, but we still spend a lot of our time in our natural state. I hope to get to one soon, though, as being naked is what I like best, and I would like to spend some time with other like-minded people.

Did It!

Well I finally did it yesterday! I had thought about it a lot but never really had the courage to be nude in a social environment. I have been what you call a closet nudist for a while but I rarely can get my wife to join me. But I have become comfortable hanging around the house nude more often and lately I have been nude for the an entire day on the weekend. We have a semi-private back yard and lately I have been fairly bold and hang out in the yard. So after my latest weekend adventure, I thought I need to try nudism in a social setting. So yesterday was the day. I had a business breakfast to attend and I will admit I was quite nervous and could not really eat without upsetting my stomach but afterwards I headed to the nearest nude resort in our area and was still nervous on the drive. I got to the gate and had to wait to be let in as a guest and it took quite some time for the man to let me in but I was still a bit nervous sitting there. Well I paid the fee, filled out the paperwork and he told me where to park for the day. The only disappointing thing is that he told me that I could not wander the woods as he said he had campers and did not want to have me disturb their privacy, so I had to stick to paved roads in the resort to walk around. I had read that a walk was the best way to become acquainted to the style but oh well. So I drove to the pool and got out of the car and immediately stripped down to my nudeness! It felt so very natural and the nerves were settled down and I felt great. I went immediately to the pool area and found that no one else was there! What a disappointment. I will admit the season is about done here but no one! Well I set up my towel and decided to try out the pool, it was cool but felt so very good on the skin. Eventually a few people did show up and I remained quite calm and there were no nerves, I was jumping in and out of the pool quite naturally. Some one did talk to me and asked me why I decided to do it. I guess I would say, why not. No one had ever seen me naked (that I know of) other than my wife and now I can say at least 7 other people have and it was not a big deal. I can hardly wait for next summer to give it a try again. I loved the experience!

The First Peel

My first club experience took place at Rock Lodge Club in northern New Jersey. It was a 90 minute drive from home near Sandy Hook, NJ. I was more than a bit curious how it would go and what my reaction would be. After all, I am a bit past it physically but game for just about anything once. I had signed up for mail and had just received a 'welcome weekend' message. I made plans to varoom north and scratch the curiosity itch that Saturday.

I arrived at the gate and did the intro. A few minutes later the gate was shoved open by my host on the email. He told me where to park and to head back to the office. Within about ten minutes I was back along with 3-4 other new guests. I began to relax. This was going to be relaxing. It would be fun in a quiet sort of way. The hostess gave us the quick tour of the facilities and the minimal rules.

I went to my wheels and peeled down to takkies and a ball cap. I strolled and made quiet greetings. The site has a lake with a .34 mile path around the edge. I went to do that and met other folks dressed much the same. Everyone was friendly. Being polite when there is absolutely nothing to hide took away all pretense.

After one trip around the lake I found one of the paths that went up the hill. It was a bit of a jolt to realize I was doing a hike in the woods essentially in my birthday suit. I soon forgot what I was wearing and concentrated on looking for the blazes.

I felt FREEDOM engulf me. I probably walked a mile up and down and sideways. The site contains 145 acres with much of it in woods.

Upon return to the main beach I settled in with a book and simply relaxed. Various members stopped by and chatted. All shapes, ages, and sizes.

As I became more comfortable I took more careful note of who was there. The usual mix I suppose. There were a few families with younger children. The very young were naked. The older kids tended to be wearing swimsuits. Most adults were nude. All were behaving themselves.

Lunch came and went. I munched through my brown-bag.

Later that afternoon I started walking around the lake in earnest. During one of the laps I noticed a young mom stopped up ahead. She had two young children in tow and for some reason they had halted. When I came up to them I saw the concern. There was a snake near the path. It was benign. I helped her get the kids moving. The incongruity of the event didn't register until later. There had been no embarrassment at all. FREEDOM.

So how was it? It was GREAT. I've been back once and will go once or twice more before the weather chills down, the winds howl, and the snow flies.

I also attend Gunnison Beach at Sandy Hook in Gateway N.R.A. It is a much shorter trip. I enjoyed both. They are very different. One secluded. One wide open in the public view. Both exude FREEDOM.