and loved the feeling of being naked.
There were times once I went out in to the back yard and that feeling of the atmosphere all over my body was, and still is, indescrible. During my teen years I wasn’t a recluse in my love of naturism and would not be afraid to acknowledge to my love of being bare. Consistently in the context of the dialog, I never shoved it in peoples faces so to speak, but if the dialogue had a leaning toward skinny dipping or the like I would say that I have no problem joining in or taking part.
Right up to the day I got married I ‘d not experienced social nudity like in a club or seashore. Of course my wife knew of my love of being bare but at that time did not join me in my bare time. It was in the 2nd year of union that we wnt on a camping holiday to Europe with friends. We travelled through Belgium, Holland, Germany, Denmark and Sweden. On the return trip we stopped for a couple of nights on the Isle of Sylt which is only off Germany near the boarder with Denmark. My wife was there when she was quite modest as her family was stationed there with the RAF. There’s been nude beaches on Sylt for years.
When we had set up the tent our friends went off into the town and I asked the wife if she desired to check out the beach. To this she agreed. It was just the different side of the road from where http://nudists-young.org had camped so off we went. We walked through the dunes and came out on to an excellent beach where everybody were nude. The wife looked at me and grinned saying go on afterward I understand you would like to join in. So I did!!!
This was my first time nude in a social setting and it felt marvelous to be nude with others who loved the same feeling I did.
We sat down on the shore and just relaxed for some time. The wife at this point was still textile. I’m not one for sitting around for long spans and went for a walk along the waters edge. I’d like to add at this point that whilst we’d been in Sweden I had sunbathed naked on a couple of occasions when we were in the dunes by http://antinude.com and the wife had gone topless. On returning from my walk I seen a sight that’ll remain with me forever, my wife was lying on her back fully naked. This was such a wonderful sight that I have to admit it gave me my first erection on a nude beach. I did spend at least the next five minutes lying on my front in the sand.
She said that she had felt the odd one out with others naked around her so she joined in. When we decided we better walk back to the tent we simply picked up our clothes and walked as far as we dare before putting them back on to cross the dunes and also the road back to the camp site. On the walk back she told me that she now understood why I liked being nude as the feeling was out of this world and we made arrangements to spend more time on the shore the following day which was the last before the long drive home.
When we got back to the tent our buddy were back from town and asked us where we’d been so we told them we had been to have a look at the nude beach. They inquired what it was like and if there were many people there. We responded by saying there were two more when we got there… you should have seen there faces.
From that day forth we have loved a nudist lifestyle and not hidden the fact we’re nudists from friends or family. That was 37 years ago this summer. Some of the family still believe we are wierd but who cares… we don’t.
Propagate the word.. Bare is finest. Bob..