Gunnison Beach – 6 A.M.I was raised in a house where nudity was no huge deal.

We occasionally would swim naked in our fairly private backyard, and nudity in the house was, although not encouraged, surely not frowned on either.

As an adult there was never much opportunity to revisit those carefree moments of youth. I traveled a good bit with my work and learned of the sanctioned nude beach at Sandy Hook, NJ.

Finally I was in that area overnight and took the opportunity to go to the shore before beginning my work day. I got to the beach sometime around 6 a.m. and the beach was deserted and cold. I sat in my clothes on the sand and watched the sun come up. About 7:30 it got warm enough to take my clothing away and appreciate the sun, the sound of the surf and the breeze. By then a number of early risers had arrived at the beach, but it was still mostly deserted. I only had family nudism photos or so on the shore before I needed to begin my day.

I loved the sensation of being naked in nature so much that I went back to the seashore after my appointments were finished and loved the remaining part of the day on the considerably more busy shore, watching the sun go down before I left. At no time did I feel uncomfortable being nude in the business of other naked folks. Perhaps getting a little used to it in the morning before the crowds came helped a bit, but I believe that in case you approach nudism from the proper viewpoint it isn’t a sexually charged experience and so there is really nothing to be uncomfortable about. When you haven’t attempted it yet, I’d encourage you to give it a try. Its certainly amazing.

I’ve since been back to the beach many times and joined a nonlanded club where we’ve been able to enjoy day trips to landed clubs in the area. It’s all great but my favorite venue continues to be the shore with its surf and sand!

-Ryan N.
Baltimore, Maryland
Waited Too Long

My entire adult life thus far has been subjected to rules made to prevent embarrassment to the “company.” I have had to play by everyone else’s rules. Well for the first time I made the decision to take my first step of “liberty” and took a trip to Haulover Beach. WOW! What a awareness relief! To be there, with all those beautiful people who had no care what others thought of them…and there I was with them. How wonderful it was to feel the sun on my entire body. Swimming in the ocean without the confinement of a swimsuit. So pleasing. I can’t wait for my next visit. Regrettably, here in Miami there are not any clothing discretionary communities, so I am planning a vacation to one in Central Florida. I can’t wait. I’m so thrilled with my new found .

Miami, Florida
First time at nudist camp!

I was told about bare camp. Was interested! Didn’t go the first year but the next I did go. What a freeing experience! I joined AANR the very next week and this year became an Associate member! I appreciate it so much that I do proudly say I’m a nudist!

-Deb S.
Minneapolis, Minnesota

The chance of seeing a nudist club fell into my lap out of the blue. In those days I was dating my wife Claudia, but we had not taken a step forward. We were just building up the camaraderie in those days. Then out of a blue I was having tea at her place, when her mother entered. Shortly we got acquainted, then her mom mother asked me if I would like to join her and Claudia over the weekend at a bare resort. I found myself saying YES.All she counseled me was to feel friendly with everyone.

The next Saturday morning we were on our way. When we reached there, all I can say it was a nude forest, but very well kept.

Soon they both got there, clothing off as if it was regular routine. I also needed to take off. I was shy a bit, but to my astonishment no one troubled to look at me. Claudia’s mother, seeing me hesitating a bit, offered to show me the resort. I was surprised to see nude ladies/ women playing volleyball, other sports and swimming with nude guys. Not only this but men shooting photographs of their family in nude. This made me feel comfortable.

All I can declare is it was a greatest weekend I ever had. I felt healthy, and noticed that I ‘d developed more self-assurance. Now My lovely wife and I are regular members of that resort. We have made many friends there. I propose to all people around the globe take a rest and provide your life an opportunity to change.

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Best car ride ever

I consider my first time encounter to be when my(then future) wife and I were taking a road trip to Canada. It was in 1989 and we were driving up Interstate 81 through New York. It turned out to be a lovely day. My wife was driving the car and we had the windows down. We were both merely enjoying the ride and also the attractive landscape that was passing by and I started to get the feeling that I was wearing an excessive amount of clothing so I kicked off my shoes and got out of my top.

We drove along for a little while longer and I began slipping my trousers off. My wife looked at me and asked, “what are you currently doing?” I told her I was getting comfortable. Not long after that I slipped out of my undies, and was cruising up Interstate 81 naked as a Jay bird.

It was amazing!

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My wife thought I was mad. I think she still does but she has stuck with me for almost 20 years.

Now I realize that wasn’t a group nudist experience but it absolutely was the first time that I declared myself a man who likes to be naked. I do have to also include that that car ride was the greatest memory I have of that trip.


I was raised in a very traditional Jewish history. We were assumed to dress modestly

at all times. I never considered going nude in private, much less in public.
Then one day I came home from work very tired. I just needed to put on my nightie and get into bed. But it turned out to be a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first–which is obviously the one thing I consistently did naked, though I never gave that any thought.
I came out of the shower and dried off. I was not sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted. I just fell on the bed, too tired to even notice that I hadn’t troubled to put anything on. I fell asleep in minutes.
as soon as I woke up, I was a little surprised to realize that I ‘d not only had I slept bare the entire night, but it was the best night’s sleep I ever had. The following night, I wasn’t so tired–but I could not stop thinking about how great it felt to sleep nude. So I chose to try it on purpose this time.
I got into bed naked, also it felt very good. I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I did not need to get up and get dressed. But of course I had to.
From that point, it was a relatively short time till I was usually naked when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt a little bit guilty for awhile because it went against everything I were taught since childhood. However, the comfort outweighed the remorse.
However, the thought of letting other girls see me nude in public–much less men!– never crossed my mind. I still had some Jewish modesty. Being a Californian, from the greater LA region, I’d learned of nude beaches. But I ‘d no desire to visit one.
Fully being a great Californian though, I did spend lots of free time on the beach in the summer–constantly wearing a bathing suit, obviously. And one day, while I was changing out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I began to consider how great it felt to take it off. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to contemplate the prospect of skinnydipping.
One really hot Sunday in August, I made a courageous decision: I was going to find out if I had the nerve to beat my straitlaced breeding. I got into my car and drove south to San Diego, and parked at the cliff over Black’s Beach. For almost 20 minutes, I sat in the vehicle, attempting to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I’d see naked women and men. I nearly didn’t go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me.
But as I began to turn the key to drive away, I could not do it. I was determined that the time that I spent driving down there wasn’t going to be squandered. I’d come to see a nude beach, and I wasn’t going to leave without seeing it.
Slowly, I began to walk down the trail to the seashore. Really that is the only method you can do it, but I was going slower than necessary. Eventually, I reached the base, and might hardly believe what I was seeing. There were lots of men, most of them nude. There were women in all phases of dress and undress. There were families with young kids.
I found an uncrowded area and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no notion what I was really going to do next. Part of me wanted to pull everything away and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt horrible for being in this kind of place.
I shut my eyes, and thought, and thought some more.

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The thought of taking off my clothes in front of men–how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes off, and they had no problem with letting guys see them.
The ocean appeared more and more inviting. The remorse weighed on me. Even if I remained clothed, simply being in such a place and seeing such sights was wrong. For nearly an hour, I was lacerated. I went back and forth–and eventually, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyhow, it couldn’t be any worse of a sin to participate. If these people saw me naked, they wouldn’t be seeing anything they hadn’t seen before.
Quickly, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything off, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away. I felt amazing. I was skinnydipping in public, in mixed company, and enjoying it completely. I came out of the ocean, and the feeling of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt terrific.
From that minute on, I was a new individual. ‘m still a traditonal Jew. eat only kosher food, and I don’t drive on the Sabbath. I still proceed to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Holidays. But I’m a Jewish nudist, and I love it.

My first nudist experience came when I was 17 (I am 24 now for reference).

I made friends with a girl in high school that year named Veronica, and I later came to find out that she and her mom were both nudists.
A couple of weeks after that, I was invited to dinner at Veronica’s house with her and her mum. Veronica’s mom was not home when we got there so she invited me to go swimming with her in their pool. Veronica of course stripped down naked and dove in, but I was a bit more apprehensive. I hadn’t been raised with the same type of acceptance towards nudity that she had, and as a result I was a bit uncomfortable being naked in front of anyone, not to mention I was quite embarrassed about the size of my, well…you know.
Anyway, I elected to go swimming in my tightey-whiteys since I didn’t have my swimsuit on me, and we had a great time in the water together.

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At some point my knickers slipped off in the water and I did not even comprehend it. After getting out of the water, I heard Veronica giggle and she said to me that I looked good naked. Of course I immediately turned crimson and covered myself up, but after she pointed out that she had al read y seen me naked and there was not much use trying to conceal it anymore, I relented, and despite my previous worries jumped back into the pool nude.
Much to my surprise I loved how much enjoyment and free swimming naked was, and telling this to Veronica she reacted by saying that is how she felt regular and that’s why she adored being a nudist so much. Not long after that Veronica’s mother returned home and was quite surprised to see me naked, to which I joked that her daughter had converted me. I made the decision to stay russian family nudists for the rest of the day, had dinner with them naked, and that experience ultimately opened my eyes to what a wonderful lifestyle nudism is.
After I went to college and moved out on my own, together with plenty of encouragement from Veronica, I determined to eventually become a nudist full time like her and I Have been one ever since. Veronica and I likewise started dating that year and we are still together.

To make a very long story as short as possible, I started out sleeping in the nude as an teenager,

and I’d also sometimes go skinny dipping.
In my twenties, after graduating from university, I spent some time doing some travelling. My first actual encounter of organized societal nudity was at the Swanbourne Beach near Perth, Western Austalia. This was in April, which is in the early autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. I recall the weather being absolutely bright and beautiful as well as the water of the Indian Ocean being warm and crystal clear.
After Australia, I headed to Japan, where of my school buddies was working as an English to Japanese translator. Some of his colleagues and I did a night out on town, which included a visit to an onsen, which is a geothermal hot spring. In accordance with , both genders bathe totally naked in an onsen. I discovered lying about in the hot water of an onsen to be among the most relaxing experiences ever.
As positive as these experiences were during my journeys, I ended up in my thirties immersing myself in my career, so I did not need to much time to do much in the way of clothes free recreation. It’s just lately that I’ve really been able to arrange my free time so that I’m able ot get away more on the weekends. Nevertheless, I ‘m having the time of my life now that I am capable to participate in clothes free activities on a regular basis.

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Take care and remain bare.

On my 4th day at Wreck beach, arriving there at 10AM,I found a great area to lay out my towel and soak up some rays, bare of course.

A few hours after I could hear some female dialogue near me, so I sat up and grabbed a bottle of water to drink. I said; hello. One of them asked me how often I go to Bust Up. I replied that I was from Edmonton and that this was my 4th day here. They were locals from Vancouver and this was their first time at wreck beach.

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At this stage, they’d gotten around to removing their tops.

Then, another one asks me ‘How come not one of the men get Boners?’ To which I replied ‘That hardly ever occurs on a nude beach,believe it or not’. I then asked them ‘How do you like this location, so far? The consensus was ‘ We don’t have loud mouth jerks hitting us up every 5 minutes like at the other shores!’ At this stage, all 3 removed their undersides. I said ‘Welcome to the Club’.

Now, I told them that I’m going for a dip in the ocean to cool off. When I got back to my towel, one of them noted that the water has to be cold! I’m one who is rather large in the flaccid state, but the cold shrivels it up!

We chatted for a while longer, then we went our separate ways due to some younger guys that looked to be packing the place that were clothed in board shorts and T-Shirts.( ).

I think the 3 Young Ladies are SOLICITED on the Nudist Lifestyle.

Though I’ve considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I am 41) I

actually began down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I really don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents opinion of it wasn’t positive. So I’m fairly sure doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mother while my father went to work everyday. With my mum working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I began by being nude within the house while they were gone to work. Normally I’d just do things anyone might do but I ‘d do it nude. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I needed to get outside naked.
Now I should describe my area. It was an older blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little bigger than half an acre. When they assembled the area they did not comprise an alley. At the far rear there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story after), some trees, plus a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the rear. On each side of the back yard were other homes with only a wire fence dividing the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on both sides. They’d fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was average sized with a drive and no fencing or seclusion for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another neighborhood road.
My first encounters going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I assumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I chose to find more ways to be naked outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to find a way to be naked when my parents were home.
I chose to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my own private naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I did not have a club I imagine that did not matter. It’d have simply appeared to them like another one of these crazy notions I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I suppose had truly been a rather good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good condition structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of dirt and trash had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to make use of the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a sizable open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave additional protection from the view of the neighbors. I really don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while naked.
But none of this was enough for me. So I made a decision to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the right or left side of the home with a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while nude. But since it was dark no one could see me from the road. The only risk was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I was not in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further in the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this was not the biggest danger I took. Right now I also quit utilizing to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door naked, in broad day, and around the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence just for the experience. Anything to improve the sensation of being nude. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the truly foolish part of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the garbage out while naked. Maybe I was nave and thought I could simply get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the delight of the risk of being caught. Remember there wasn’t an alley so rubbish pick up happened in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the street taking a bag of garbage. And would not you know it some neighbor children (who I did not understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a minute. I turned and walked back in the house frightened I was going get in big trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
Later that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they generally did when the weather was fine. But when I came up I saw they were not happy. It was then that I learned the kids had told their parents who had phoned the police. The cops had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the kids that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t discuss and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were quite old-fashioned and didn’t approve of nudism. They simply could not comprehend why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outside nudist adolescent ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I’d still sometimes be nude in while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I didn’t go around the house bare. Then about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In reality, I learned that they really go together. By seeing naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body acceptance. While my wife became a household nudist I taken societal naturism as really being a large part of my own life.
Today whenever the temperature allows I am naked at home. I have written for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites as well as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I’m participating in social nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts.

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All my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.

Duecer, teen boys get spontaneous erections quite commonly and everywhere they chance to be.

Showing up nude in public where there also happens to be warm water, a good wind, and naked females romping about is going to make your son’s arousal significantly more likely. I recommend that you refrain from insisting to your wife that erections do not happen at nudist sites, particularly among adolescents, because that statement is way off the mark.

You commented that you did not mention anything to your wife about your son’s erection in the water (“I never told my wife.”)

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The boy is quite likely able to sense your need for secrecy in this matter and that fact alone will make him uneasy about it, or even ashamed.

The next time he gets an erection in your presence, be casual about it. Tell him it’s part of life, there’s nothing wrong with having one, he is a completely regular boy and there isn’t any need to be embarassed. But do underscore the necessity to behave appropriately if (when) it occurs around others, by not waving it around like a big flag and to only dismiss it if he can not easily conceal it. Not bringing others’ attention to it’s the best course of action. If someone does notice, he should remain cool as if nothing is going on.

And as one poster already implied, ensure that your daughter will not make fun of him if (when) she sees him with an erection. Thirteen year old boys may be about those opinions.

I also suggest having a discussion with “the wife” and acknowledge the information you gave her is not completely correct. She is going to almost certainly spot your son with an erection one day at the resort. She needs to understand he’s having them, and providing correct info regarding the matter will lessen her shock and embarassment. In case your wife understands how likely and normal erections are for a young adolescent boy, she can take it in stride when it does happen and not make your son feel bad about an uncontrollable body function.

I’m now on a gap year after school, and my parents allow me to go on a trip by myself to France.

I’ve been a closet nudist for a while although I ‘d hardly any great opportunities to get starkers through my childhood. So this was my chance, I located a quiet clothing optional beach and stood there, wondering if I was going to take the plunge. I slowly took of my top and threw it on to my towel afterward as I was calming of my towel, I thought “To heck with this” and took it all away. I was in heaven and although there were a few attractive girls nearby, I never got an erection. I ran the same as a madman to the sea and was instatly one with the surf and sand. This was the most gratifying moment of my entire life and I realised that I ‘d finally accomplished my long fantasy of being a nudist. I finally tore myself out of the water and lay done on my towel to dry. So much better than a soggy swimsuit. I’d heard how friendly nudists were through web site, so I plucked up the nerve to talk to aforementioned ladies.
It was going nicely initially, I told them about my trip etc, until one of them made a terrible opinion about my penis size (really only typical) and also the remainder joined in.

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I was shocked my viewpoint of friendly nudists had merely gone down the pan. They began touching their boobs, presumeably trying to get me erected, and I walked away fighting tears as I covered my genitals.
This wasn’t how I ‘d imagined my FTE to be and I thought it was improper to typecast nudists simply because of these 3 dumb girls.
So I got in my rental car and drove to a place I’d heard was good. I arrived and, more cautiously than before, took off my clothes. After talking to various other nudists, who were sort as I had anticipated, I walked round to the sports area. Now say exactly what you like but there’s definately nude beach watch about seeing the “jiggle” when nude people are playing sports. The I met Joseph, who I helped set up a badminton court, which we played each other on. It was only after I had won the first game, that I remembered that I was NUDE. I was playing Badminton infront of some other man with my balls out (Thus the name) and I did not care. This was sensational, everyone here was naked but I wasn’t staring. Now I realise that I shouldn’t have let those girls get to me and I now know for sure that most nudists are nice.
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My first public bare expericence was on vacation in Mallorca.

My girlfriend and I had been staying in a lovely low rise beach side hotel on the south of the isle and had a great weekdriving round the island discovering new towns and seashores It was our last day and we decided to stay local to the hotel and take a walk along the shore. It was vey hot in the late 80’s. We walked about half a mile past two other big hotels until the shore was backed by sand dunes. We carried on a few hundred yards more and then dropped our bags and towels. It was a beauiful area with gold sand, a clam sea and in the heavens.
I was soon stripped down to my shorts and my girlfriend to her bikini bottoms, (she always sunbathed topless). After using generous levels of suntan lotion we settled down to sunbath. The beach was abandoned and we felt like the only two souls for miles. We chatted away for a little while and then the conversation moved on to how tanned we’d got over the past week and comparing the white marks around our waists.
My girlfriend said it looked absurd how we’d walk around bare all the time at home and yet we covered up when we swam and sun bathed. She proposed that I try slipping off my shorts as there was no one around.

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This was amazing because I had always thought about it but was never certain how exactly to introduce the idea to my girlfriend. The finally choice was made that we’d both go naked on the beach there and then. We had a quick look about and then undressed.
Well what a releif, you can not beleive the difference, the feeling of the sun and the wind was amazing and we both agreed we should have done this at the start of the holiday and not on the last day.
It didn’t take long for us to get in the water, another exceptional and pleasurable experience, we swam about for a while and the my girlfriend left me to do some snorkling still entirely naked and loving it.
A couple of hours after we saw a couple approaching along the sand in the distance. We were not quite sure what to do so we set baked and feigned not to see. They need to have walked passed us and they settled down about 50 yards further along the seashore.
They were in there early 20’s, they set out there towels and were obviously interested in the undeniable fact that we were sunbathing naked. She was topless with string bikini bottoms and he wore Speedos. After a while I was getting so hot that I needed to return in the ocean, I decided just to behave normal and walk to the waters edge with only and goggles.
I felt fairly positive after a while and went in and out of the water several times but my girlfriend stayed on the beach, still bare but reading.
A bit later on the couple along the beach took to the water, they were splashing around and generally having a great time, it was soon obvious that they had removed their swim suits while in the water and were now nude themselves. It must have been their first time as well because their tan lines were as poor as ours. They too spent the rest of the afternnon nude and even played beach tennis for a little while. I feel good that even though we did not discuss we must have given them some assurance to try it out, I just expect they’d another week to appreciate it.
On the way back we walked nude until we could see the sunbeds and some folks from the very first resort. It was a wonderul experience, one that we’ve repeated many times since.

I became a nudist in a very indirect way I was planning my forthcoming summer holidays

and was trying to decide between and Port Stephens and was discussing the two options with numerous work collegues and eventually my supervisor. He said he would be holidaying in Port Stephens and was full of recommendations so I continued my research and found that Byron Bay was really going to be too pricey and continued the conversations with my manager about Port Stephens.
He told me he’d be spending the majority of his time at Samurai Beach, and that it’d good surf and also an extremely friendly crowd.

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So on this particular info I studied Samurai Beach and found it was .
I eventually booked some accommodation and when I told him this I said, So, Ill have the ability to go to the nude beach with you and also your family, wont I.
He closed his office door and we had a long conversion about naturism, and that this was not a matter for general distribution at work. He also surprised me by inviting me and a friend to travel with his family Samurai Beach prior to the summer holidays and see if naturism was for me.
After a conversation with my closest friend, we agreed this was an excellent thought and have set a date for early November.
But my first time came a lot quicker than that. Two days after my supervisor and I were assigned to spend two weeks working in New Caledonia and could fit in a day or two on the beach or out on an associate’s boat researching the atolls and cays offshore from Noumea.
The day we arrived we went to the beach at Anse Vata on the border of the capital city of Noumea. I ‘d not anticipated to spend any time on the shore so that afternoon I started on the shore in a pair of gym shorts and top. After fifteen minutes, I realised that I was out of place with that amount of clothing on as it looked every woman on the seashore was wearing no more than a thong even the 14 and 15 yo girls.
So I stripped down to only the thong I was wearing under my shorts it looked odd wearing so little in front of my boss (he was wearing his Speedos) but he appeared to not even detect, which actually made me more comfortable.
That was the Sunday and we worked solidly until the following Friday which we’d away in preparation to work the weekend. As I said he’d arranged for the two of us to borrow a boat and do some quest so at 8:30 we left from Port Moselle in a 24 foot half cabin runabout and headed for Ilt Laregnere.
As soon as we had cleared the marina he was down to his Speedos, and proposed that I could strip down if I needed. I told him if he needed to go naked, I didnt mind so as we cleared the harbour and passed the last house he was nude at the wheel and I was wearing only my thong. We sailed on for an hour before we pulled up in the leeward of a gorgeous white sand island inside a coral lagoon.
As my manager set the anchor I decided it was now or never and I slipped out of my thong. Besides the two of us there wasn’t another soul to be seen we spent the morning snorkelling (naked), sunbaking (naked), eating (naked). I dont now why but the feeling of the water along with the sun on my body was so different exhilarating than it had been a few days before when I was wearing only a little more.
Just after eleven another boat arrived and dropped four couples and six teenaged kids at the shore before the boat vanished, presumably back to Noumea. After they’d set up camp of a few umbrellas and towels on the sand, the adults stripped off completely – shortly followed by the adolescents. I was astounded to see adolescent boys and girls naked in front of each other, and in front of their parents, and mentioned this to my supervisor.
We then had a long discussion about naturism and how it crosses all age groups and after all I was only several years older than these children. Then he proposed we should swim in and say hello and have a chat. This appeared like a big measure to be naked in front of strangers but he convinced me into the water and onto the beach.
After a string of Bonjours and apologies for poor French we immediately fell into conversation and were offered drinks and an invitation to stay for lunch. We purchased the boat into the shallows and spent the rest of the day with our new friends.
All up we spent seven hours nude that day and I think it was among the very enjoyable days of my entire life. I was very surprised by the generosity and friendliness of the folks and also the easy with which the kids interacted. I found the youngest was 13 and the eldest 18 but there was a continuous rapport among them. It was obvious that naturism was worth investigating.