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First-Time Nudist Experience

A Missed Opportunity

It was 1947 or 48. My family drove over to the shore. We spent the night in a motel at May's Landing, NJ. The next morning Mother and Dad were discussing where to go. Dad wanted to go to Sunshine Park but Mother wanted to go to Atlantic City. Finally, they decided to ask my sister and I where we wanted to go. We both decided Atlantic City.

Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it was not mentioned. I later found Sunshine and Health magazines in Dad's underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her job of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines interesting. I liked the pictures!!

I started to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I found a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and started to buy them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law sometimes raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was discharged.

It was while I was in college that I visited my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I had become a member of a resort in California that I remembered May's Landing from the time my sister and I decided to go to Atlantic City instead. Maybe my family would have become nudist. I later became a nudist, but I'm the only nudist in the family.

Another story, when I have the time!

From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothing Free

My first real nudist experience was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort because I wanted to go skinny-dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and required bathing suits.

As a child I had been told that one did not go around nude, and while it was acceptable to change clothing in the presence of other males certainly it was not done in front of females.

My first concern was that I I was not sure how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for an extended period of time for no reason when I felt uncomfortable just being nude alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my home nude even when I did not have to be.

When I arrived at the resort I was met by a nude man in the office who registered me and gave me the information on the resort. I was then directed to a parking lot where I was met by another nude man who was going to give me a tour of the place. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I was not going to embarrass myself in public by looking out of place.

My tour ended at the lake and because my reason for going there was so I could swim nude I went into the water.

Later I took a short walk on my own. As I passed other people a smile and "Hello" was in order, the lack of clothing was of no significance.

I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.

Before going home I took a warm shower in the round building that housed the showers. As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying area humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze and the warm sun. That convinced me that this was how we were meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being nude. I completed the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.

Little did I know at that time how much I would enjoy the comfort of being nude. Since that visit I have joined other nudist organizations and attended a lot of nudist events. I have been on a number of nude cruises and now live in a clothing optional community where I can be nude all the time except when it is too cold or I am going into town.

Now, for me, being nude is my way of life.

First Nudist Experience

My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the previous year I started searching the Internet for nudist places and found there were several about 70 miles away. I always wanted to try it and and didn't know if I had the nerve. I went down to Paradise Lake Resort and after checking in and having a brief tour I quickly proceeded to undress in the parking lot and head over to the pool area. It wasn't long before all my fears were gone. It felt so good to go into the pool and sunbathe without a bathing suit.

I met another couple that was there for the first time and everyone was so friendly. My wife never did undress and more than likely never will. No one cares what your body looks like, it's just a relaxed feeling.

Now I'm a regular at Lake Como, can't wait for the weather to warm up so I can head down there again. I also took part in the Skinny-Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. Once you go nude it's very hard to have to wear a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There is nothing like the nude lifestyle!

A Model Nudist, Part Two

I eventually modeled for the regular figure drawing class during the spring semester. Alas, the young lady who had introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing class was small, only five students, and I got very comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the semester, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing class. I agreed, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything off and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it was over, I didn't want to get dressed. Almost everyone was very friendly, and I wondered if the nudity was what made people open up.

I went home that summer, and by then, I had learned to look in the classified ads of newspapers for all sorts of things. I found an ad for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I had to go and experience this. I went on a Tuesday in late May. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a nude woman on her knees on the ground, working in a flower garden. I went in the office and paid my day fee to the naked lady there. I went back to the car and stripped down.

The camp was not very crowded, but I enjoyed the pool and hot tub. A few teenagers arrived in the afternoon, home from school. I wasn't even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them disappeared, but two girls returned, nude, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be naked and free around other people, especially people of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or tension.

When I went back to the Ponderosa, it was on a Saturday, and there were many more people there. I stayed for the weekly dance, and found a freedom that I had never felt. I still hate to dance with clothes on. During every trip, I hated to put clothes on and leave. And I hated the arrival of cold weather.

I am 44 years old now and very active in my church. I still model occasionally, and I still love to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I'm fortunate to have a wife who enjoys nudism with me, and our kids have taken to it as well. I don't ever envision a time when I could ever quit enjoying nude recreation.

A Model Nudist, Part One

I grew up in a very modest home. Full nudity was confined to the bathroom and only consisted of shower or bath time. I don't recall ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Maybe that's why nudity fascinated me as a teenager (beyond the normal curiosity about sex, etc.).

Somewhere around seventh grade, I started reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan books by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperbacks featured fantastic paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. Many of them involved nudity by members of both genders. The nudity was not of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other tasks. Many of them involved combat, where I figured nudity was definitely not advantageous.

The stories in the books featured scenes of casual nudity quite often, especially the Martian books of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from Earth) and the Martian characters thought nothing of running around in the altogether. In fact, the John Carter character's method of transport to Mars always involved him waking up nude somewhere on the planet. My young mind wondered what such a place would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be ashamed.

I had only heard of "nudist colonies" as if they were a distant phenomenon (the movie "A Shot in the Dark" being the most notable reference). In high school, I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp somewhere in our county, but in the days before the Internet, a teenager like me had no clue where to go for more information.

I eventually graduated high school and went off to college. While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing class. The idea of modeling for such a class was both scary and exciting at the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for models. They were paying five dollars, which, at the time, was better than any other job I could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an attempt to draw the female model there. My drawings were terrible, but I wasn't too interested in drawing. I wanted to witness a session and see how the model acted, was treated, etc. It took me awhile to gather the courage to sign up as a model myself, but I finally did.

I got a call from the coordinator of that open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he needed someone to cover. I accepted somewhat reluctantly. Once I hung up the phone, I realized that the class started in less than an hour. I took a long walk around campus before entering the studio. There were only two women who had shown up to draw that night. It was election night, and I'm sure a lot of people stayed home to watch the returns.

I didn't even have a robe, but the female model I had observed hadn't had one either. I just stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my underwear, took a deep breath, and slipped them off. There I was. The two ladies did not run screaming that there was a naked man in the room. I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.