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

actually started down the path to being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I really don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do remember that my parents view of it was not positive. So I’m pretty confident doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mom got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mom while my dad went to work regular. 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 in the home while they were gone to work. Generally I’d just do stuff anyone might do but I ‘d do it nude. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside nude.
At this time I should describe my area. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little bigger than half an acre. When they assembled the neighborhood they didn’t include an street. At the far back there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story after), some trees, and a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the back. On either side of the back yard were other dwellings with only a wire fence separating the lawns. This meant our property was open to seeing 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 privacy for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another area street.
My first encounters going outside bare were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would look to see whether 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 made the decision to find more ways to be naked outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to find a method to be bare when my parents were home.
I decided to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it would be my club house. Of course since I did not have a club I figure that didn’t matter. It would have just appeared to them like another one of these ridiculous notions I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I guess had truly been a fairly good sized workshop long time past, was in fairly good shape structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of soil and junk 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 make it private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a large 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 home and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave added protection from the view of the neighbors. I do not know how many hours that http://shockintown.com spent out there listening to the radio or reading while naked.
But none of this was enough for me. So I made the decision to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I began 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 house 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 chose to check on me and found I wasn’t in the room. Slowly I started to walk further and further in the lawn each night.

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Being that it was around midnight or after 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 wasn’t the biggest danger I took. At this time I also quit utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I made the decision to walk out the front door nude, in broad daylight, and round the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence solely for the encounter. Anything to enhance the sense of being nude. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous too.
Now comes the extremely ridiculous section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, http://thoun.com chose to take the rubbish out while nude. Maybe I was nave and really thought I could just get away with this since I looked to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk of being caught. Recall there was not an alley so garbage pick up occurred 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 didn’t understand) went by on their bikes, halted and stared for a moment. I turned and walked back in the house frightened I was going get in huge trouble. Nothing appeared to come of this over the next day or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
After that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a friend I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they generally did when the weather was nice. But when I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned that the kids had told their parents who had telephoned the cops. The authorities had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. But when they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t speak and the cops agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were very conservative and did not approve of nudism. They simply couldn’t comprehend why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outside nudist teen ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years after I would still sometimes be bare in while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I did not go around the house nude. Afterward about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body recognition. While my wife became a home nudist I taken social naturism as being a large part of my own life.
Now whenever the temperature allows I am nude at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites in addition to participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I’m participating in social nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have no problem with my naturism.

I am 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 had hardly any great opportunities to get starkers through my youth. So this was my opportunity, 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 then as I was calming of my towel, I thought “To heck with this” and took it all away. I was in paradise and although there were a few attractive women 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 enjoyable moment of my entire life and I realised that I had finally achieved my long dream of being a nudist. I eventually tore click out of the water and lay done on my towel to dry. So far better than a soggy swimsuit. I’d heard how friendly nudists were through site, so I plucked up the nerve to speak to aforementioned women.
It was going nicely at first, I told them about my trip etc, until one of them made a horrible opinion about my dick size (actually just typical) as well as the rest joined in. I was shocked my view of friendly nudists had simply gone down the pan. They began touching http://b-boyz.com , 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 wrong to typecast nudists just because of these 3 stupid women.
So I got in my rental car and drove to a spot I’d heard was great. I arrived and, more carefully than before, took off my clothes.

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After talking to several other nudists, who were kind as I ‘d expected, I walked round to the sports area. Now say exactly what you like but there is definately something captivating about seeing the “jiggle” when nude people are playing sports. The I met Joseph, a fellow Britain 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 recalled that I was NUDE. I was playing Badminton infront of another guy 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 should not have let those girls get to me and I now know for sure that most nudists are fine.
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I was sitting out by my pool soaking up sunlight.

My pool is pretty private. I was dozing off when I heard someone say good morning. I opened my eyes and outside my screen enclosure was the wife of my yard man. It was a hot sunny day. I was putting there nude and she was standing there hot and sweaty. It was to late to cover up so I just said the heck with http://tvamateur.net and invited her in to take a swim and cool off. In a flash she entered the pool area and stripped off her clothes. I have an outdoor shower. She rinsed off and then jumped into the pool. http://nudist-young.com/nudist-beach.html was surprised and happy that there was not going to be an issue. I offered a cold drink and we had a fine visit. She thanked me for letting her cool off and then got dressed and continued to finish her work on the yard. It turned out that she and her husband were nudist and later encouraged me to join them on their boat for a nude day on the water.

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The most courageous thing I ever did nude? Well how about one of the bravest….well, in fact it was more impulsive than courageous.

A number of years back I was living in northwest Houston,,, hot, humid, Houston. Every morning (around 5 AM) before going to work I’d ride my bike for 20-30 minutes throughout the area. Normally I wore sneakers, a tshirt and shorts. Well this special morning I donned my tennis shoes only – do not ask me why. And Away I went into the morning.

The typical morning in our area at 5 AM was merely a couple of autos with people finding their way to the highway to get to work.

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This one morning I approached a stop sign that I usually just drove through…normally no cars about. Well a few automobiles were coming so I had to stop. And then a car pulled up next to me with three girls in the vehicle. They found my sneakers, etc and one of them lowered her window and said “nice sneakers” and they all laughed. I did too. So off I went but turned from my usual route to lesser traveled streets…and they followed. This went on for http://rudenudist.com of streets and I finally stopped. We had a short friendly exchange and through the laughter and quips I enticed them to bike with me the following morning. Again, we all had a good laugh. I never saw them again. It was very comical, and surely more intimidating than anything. I think my vulnerabilities were rather apparent! But, to be honest, I wonder what I ‘d have done had they shown up prepared to bike with me. And yes, I did bike in the nude on numerous other occasions but only when it was spain nudist girls than on this specific morning.

Well yesterday I finally had the chance to bare the nat- ural, and walk into the sun. To swim carefree in this world. in para- dice.

The shores in the sun. The feeling of the atmosphere on my body along with the coolness of the clear clean salt waters of the carabean ocean were beyond words. to walk in the most natural and free manner possible, like it was supposed to be be. Without a spirit to attention. their were hundreds others approximately
but they also were swimming carefree in this marvelous place, watching schools of fish swim by, and speaking to every other like they were best friends. Others were outside walking on the fine white sands of the seashore. We were discussing and unashamed, floating and swimming readily in the lovely blue waters of the bay, the sun warming us with its extreme life giving rays from above. Gone were the problems I’ve had in the past using a swimsuit filling up with public nudism and sand and binding in the worst potential of ways. It was wonderful not to have to sit down in a soggy swimsuit for a change. Walking down the shore could not have been easier because even though we all looked a little different, we were all actually the same, without any racial, social or sexual hurdles to beat.
My wife on the other hand was a bit uncomfortable to say the least. In my heart I know she’d have loved it if she’d have tried it, but there were too many issues for her to overcome before she could vindicate losing her body armor. Should you enjoy you could blame it on age, you could attribute it on her self image. You could say it’s the taboos someone has drilled into her head for a long time, the body is awful, and seeing it is a sin,or something. ( I actually don’t really know anyplace that this is backed up by facts!)

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You could say she’s a little set in her ways or a little hard headed. You could say she just thought nude was coarse and lewd, and consistently sexual in content. I have to confess I believe that it’s a shame that 90% of the worlds people are driven by these same miss guided principles. I think I am blessed to join the 10% or so who may be a little more amenable to these not so new ideas.
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I went to a nude beach for the very first time two weeks ago in CA. (Black’s Beach) I was alone, and as a guy, was

a little concerned about seeming like a perv and not needing to be gawked at by gay guys. So I chose a place on the beach looked comparatively safe. Not entirely isolated, but not near anyone. Well, after I worked up the nerve to discard my clothes, it felt great. Particularly when I went in http://fairpost.net .

So as my nervousness was subsiding, I just had fun swimming and enjoying the water.

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After a few minutes I realized there were two bare young women nearby, who came down to the water after me. (Largely I understood this because suddenly there were 5 or 6 men flocking the area also. What the heck?!) I was a bit annoyed, feeling like I was going to be lumped in with these other losers following the girls, though I was actually there first. Well, just as I was beginning to leave the water, I recognized the girls had a waterproof camera. So I decided to say something rather than just walk away uneasy. I acted like I was a little shocked and annoyed that they had a camera there. Then walked around to them reached my hand out and proposed that I really could take a picture of the two of those. (Keep in mind this is my very first time at a nude beach. I am quite conservative and have never even been nude with my girlfriend. Can you say NERVOUS?! But I just attempted to hide it.)

Well, the long story short, they laughed and I want to take their image; and we stayed there and had fun in the water together for probably another 15 minutes. Afterwards I worked up even more nerve, an went over to them on the beach with my camera and asked them if we could all take http://nudismnudist.com … which we did.

What a totally awesome experience! I have gone from being scared to take a shower in the men’s locker room in the gymnasium, to being comfortable in my own skin around practically anyone, including those two young, attractive women. What a confidence booster!

I went to Gunnison Beach last weekend and had a fabulous time meeting other folks. Men, women, and couples. I still don’t think I’m prepared to go au naturale with folks I know, but this is definitely a liberating experience that I intend to continue loving.

Being relativly new to the universe of nudism I ‘ve hardly any nudist experiances so mine would

probarly be my first bare experiance, although more recently I met a women at a seashore who told me her first naked experiance she was 17 years old and holidaying with family in the united states, her parents had gone sight seeing for the day and she made a decision to check out some of the neighborhood beaches. after some time of searching she found a wonderful calm little cove where there was know one else near and as the day had started out bad weather shrewd she’d not packed her bathing suit but as the day had brightened up she thought that she was not able to pass up the notion of a quick swim and as the seashore was desserted she didnt believe anything of stripping off and taking A dip anyway after some time of swimming she started to get cold and so swam to a small rocky island about 50 yards out. after heating on the isle she started to make back toward the shore after reaching the seashore she made the shocking discovery that while she’d been sunbathing on the isle the tide had come in and all of her clothing trainers and all had been required by the ocean. she was stranded no clothing no towel and what made matters worse was that she’d walked to the beach so she had no car, there was only one thing to do she would need to walk back through http://voy-zone.com in broad day stark naked, so she did it. she said that she should have seen over 60 people over that to mile walk back to her apartment an it was the most exhilerating experiance of her life. now thats intestines !


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Many years ago, when I was just beginning to

investigate social nudism, I was travelling across the state for a meeting or something. My route took me quite close to a nudist resort that I Had needed to visit. So I called ahead and arranged for a tour. I pulled off the principal highway, and down the ever increasingly smaller road. I was not wearing much to begin with, and pulled off the rest about half way down the little road. Eventually I reached the entry, and pulled in to a parking space in front of the office.

Since this was a nudist resort, I saw no need for clothes, and got out of the vehicle, and walked into the office absolutely naked. I walked in to locate the man behind the desk was clothed, family nudism pics as the two couples in line ahead of me. I felt truly NEKKID! He concluded with the first couple and we smiled at each other as they departed. The guy asked if I was the one there for the tour. He said there would be someone here shortly. I was a bit nervous, but no one appeared to care that I was naked.

A few moments later, I heard something outside the doorway, and turned to look. In walked a family of five. Husband and wife, with their three kids two boys and read that were between 18 and 16. All five of them were totally nude and barefoot just like me. It made me feel a lot better. My tour guide showed up shortly after that, and we were gone.

It was a peculiar encounter, but I recall it well.

I really don’t believe it was brave, but I locked myself out of the house once and was naked outside in the backyard. It was cool outside so I could not stay out too long and wait for my wife to get home from work. The hide a key was out front and it was in the center of the day. Had to go around front and get the key.

I might have run but decided just to walk quickly. Got the key and ended up injuring myself in the process. Should have hid a key in the backyard.

After I posted this reply I thought of one brave thing I did do. About 3-4 years past, we went to our nude beach. We had been there http://crazypublic.com . We hadn’t met anyone yet and there was these two couples, one of http://nudism.name had their 3 children with them. They were sculpting a mermaid in the sand. When they were almost finished I went down and looked over their creation and told them I had a polaroid camera in my back pack and also would take a picture and give it to them when they’d enjoy.

I could have been questioned why I had a camera or camera-less, they could have thrown it in the ocean, however they liked me, so I shot the picture, gave it to them and we are good buddies with them today. The women actually helped my wife feel better about social nudism so it all turned out fantastic.