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First-Time Nudist Experience

My Biggest Regret

Being naked has always been very natural to me, I can remember when I was maybe 4 or 5 just wanting to be naked. Nothing has changed 40 years later, it just feels "normal" to me.

I did my homework online and read as much as I could about going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was beautiful and I was ready to get naked. It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool naked. YIPEEE! But as I got close my stomach was getting more upset from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but just kept driving. I really wanted to feel the sun on my naked body and go swimming naked, after all it was a beautiful day.

As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was going to throw up and at that point I really had to talk myself into going forward. When the staff answered the buzzer and told me to come to the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was going to be awesome even though I was so nervous.

After checking in and heading to my truck I couldn't believe it. I was looking at naked people up by the pool and I was about to be one of them! I stood by my truck looking busy for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and finally I realized it was time to take ALL my clothes off and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure it covered me somewhat I shut the door of my truck and headed to the pool one slow step at a time. I was getting more confident with every step.

I had to take a shower before getting into the pool and it was a QUICK one.The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I bet I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the rest of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it. It wasn't my first time being naked in a pool but it was my first time being with other people naked and I am sure it showed that it was my first time but by the time I had left that day I felt like I had known some of the people for a long time.

The reason that this trip was such a big deal for me was because I don't have the "normal" body. I am a big guy, need to lose weight and had feared I might be laughed at or people would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (just a couple times a year) I realized that NOBODY cares! Its not that they don't care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for so long to go to a nudist resort because I didn't have the "perfect"body. I am yet to see the "perfect" body but I have meet some of the greatest people I will ever meet in my life. When you're naked with other people it's as real as it gets and I have found that nudists are as nice as people come.

So this is why I titled this "My Biggest Regret" because I regret that I waited so long to get out and be naked with other like-minded people. If the thought has ever crossed your mind, just go get naked. You wont regret it.

Beach Day

Since I was a teen I had always heard about nudist beaches and camps, but I never knew where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid '90s I had access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a woman on the chat site who told me about visiting a nude beach. I asked about how I could find one in my state. She told me about a website where I could picture a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and beaches.

After buying this I read about a beach at Martha's Vineyard. Some time later I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I found the beach I was looking for after the ferry ride and bus ride across the island. I remember how natural everyone looked and how I was eager to join in the fun. The blanket was barely on the ground when my clothes came off. I enjoyed the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and being able to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend finally got comfortable too.

I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I have been visiting nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as possible. I have hated wearing bathing suits ever since.

My Nudist History

The following is a history of my nudist experience with some thoughts for those investigating nudism as a lifestyle choice:

"Nudist" A New Word

I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco and am currently a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could never have imagined I would ever describe myself as a nudist. I recall the first time I heard the term nudist. I was under 10 years old and my friend Randy told me, true or not, about a woman who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a "nudist colony." The whole thing shocked me to the point that I still remember where I was when he told me. I couldn't imagine why grown people would want to be nude, especially in a place called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I would never be involved in.

First Time Nude Outdoors

I remember, some years later, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy's house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a mutual dare we each walked, one at a time, naked up his long moonlit driveway. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the driveway nude. This was just boys experimenting and playing and we knew that we did not want to be caught so there was an element of risk and fear of being discovered that overshadowed everything.

Personal Nudity, My Own Skin

Within a couple of years I discovered that slipping my pajamas off after going to bed and sleeping nude felt wonderful. It felt free and I loved the feeling of the bed sheets on my bare skin I soon started removing my clothes when my parents were out so that I could walk around the house nude, rushing to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt wonderful but by necessity remained my secret. Soon, on some evenings, I was able to sneak out my bedroom window in the middle of the night and enjoy the night air nude. We lived in a built-up neighborhood on a hill with open space behind the house. At first I would roam the grassy hillside in back of the house feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I especially liked rainy nights. The noise of the storm made me feel more secure about not being caught going out the window and I loved the feeling of rain on my bare skin. Later I would walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street with a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk nude in a larger area. I knew the terrain very well and one night I was especially daring and did a big loop walking from that place for over half a mile in a circle onto paved streets (but where homes were not built right on the street) on the other side of the hill and back to my clothes that I had left behind. I can't believe I did this or that, as a teenager, I did not get caught.

My Naturist Beginnings

I grew up in the mountains of northern Alabama. This is where I spent the majority of my developmental years as a pre- teen & young teenager. My family moved to this mountain in Northern Alabama when I was 8 years old. We moved here from a tropical paradise, of white sandy beaches, palm trees, clear blue ocean and year round beautiful weather.

So, it was a radically drastic environmental change for me at age 8. I didn't even own a winter coat!

My life changed over night, from one of playing & romping at the beach with always blue skies & warm temperatures, to a place of cold dreary weather in the winter & fall and a place where I had no friends as a child. I felt like an outcast, I couldn't undertand, much less, speak their "language" (Suthuhn, y'all!), all of my lifelong childhood friends were in Miami, I had nothing in common with any of the kids I now went to school with (yikes! I had to ride a school bus!), I dressed differently from the others, and to make things even worse for me, I became extremely myopic and had to wear heavy thick-lensed glasses. Oh, over the years, I became accepted as one of the group, and things were not as hard for me as they had been, I could speak the "language", and my new friends became my best friends.

But the groundwork had been layed early in my life that put me on the road to becoming a lifelong nudist.

I just didn't know it at that time!

I began to finally realize that living on top of a mountain was not nearly as bad as I had once thought.
It was like living at the beach, except that this was the absolute extreme to sun & surf.

In fact, I found as I got older, there was more to do on the mountain, than there ever was at the beach!
Not having any friends when we moved up here, gave me lots of time to explore my new environment.

I spent hours upon end in the woods & forest, learning how to get around in the woods, how to survive & navigate without a compass or even seeing the sun, I learned all the Indian tricks as to how to move silently & stealthily through the woods without making a noise, how to sneak up on wild animals without being heard or seen. I could even "read" leaves & moss. All of this, through a backdrop of deep lush woods & forest, waterfalls & streams, bluffs & cliffs, deep snows in winter, and warm fragrant cedar spiced air in the summer. I didn't love this new place, I cherished it. I thought that I had died & gone to heaven!

Every year, I could hardly wait for the snow to melt & the temperatures to warm up, so that I could head out into the woods & explore. When I turned 9, I joined the Cub Scouts, and started learning Indian lore and all about the Cherokee Indians that had lived on my mountain. I learned where to find arrowheads & spearheads, (always check the creekbeds!), I became an "Indian" in my mind - one that wore thick black glasses!
When I came of age, I joined the Boy Scouts, and learned even more about survival in the wilderness.

Not only did I spend alot of daylight hours in the woods, as a Scout, I was spending many nights out at camporees, 2 day hikes, and other such things.

As I entered my puberty & early teen years, I became more & more confident of my woods skills and my abilities in using them. I found the challenge of going into the woods alone, and hiking as far as I could, deliberately trying to get lost, and then to face the unknown with confidence & resolve, extremely satisfying, knowing I was proving myself as a man. I had absolutely no fear of the forest or of anything in it. I really enjoyed my time alone in woods, hiking & exploring my mountain and those mountains around it. I thought that it was necessary for me to give you a peek into my background & motivation in regards to exactly why & how this became the foundations in my nudist lifestyle. Without knowing my background, I really didn't feel that anyone could truly understand my transformation as it occurred. Thanks with hanging with me this far, read on.... So, it was on a very hot August summer day, when I was about 12 or 13, that I took off for one of my usual daylong hiking excursions to the unpopulated backside of the mountain. Because I had hiked these woods for so many years, I found that I had to hike deeper & deeper into the woods to find & experience the new things the mountain had to offer. As I got older, my hikes got further in distance, out of neccessity, sometimes I would hike 5 miles or more to find a new area. All very hot & exhausting work on a summer's day, especially when dressed in jeans, boots, hat, knapsack, shirt, etc.

It was on a day like this, that I wore myself out and needed a rest, some time to cool off & relax before heading back to civilization. I had hiked down my mountain and hiked up the one next to it, climbing over rock outcroppings, up & down bluffs & cliffs, jumping over streams & brooks along the way. It was on the banks of one of the little streams, that I sat down to rest. Large oaks & hickories hungover the stream here, and provided shade and some relief from the summer heat. I decided to take my boots off, and cool my feet in the stream. I rolled up my jeans & stuck my feet to the bottom of the cool moving waters. It felt sooooo good! I took my hat off, and then removed my shirt, as it was soaked with my perspiration and was sticking to me in an uncomfortable way. I laid it out to dry on the bank and stood up in the water. It was really feeling good! The only sounds were of birds, insects & wind moving thru the forest - there was no one around for miles.

Wading around in the stream had gotten my jeans wet and I really didn't feel like having to wear the wet heavy pants the rest of the day, so knowing no one was around, I took the em off, and then, looking around to be absolutely sure I was alone, I removed them and my underwear. I was now totally naked, standing knee deep in the moving waters. I threw the rest of my clothes over onto the bank, and sat down in the stream.
Oh, God, I was in Heaven for sure! I was just coming of age with puberty, so there were some things happening that I didn't quite understand, like this incredible feeling my body was experiencing, the arousal of which, created a very visible & noticeable erection that I could not control. But, with no people other than myself being in this place, I did not feel any embarrassment or shame about what was happening.

All I knew, was that I had now stepped across that invisible line between the textile world & the nudist world.

Experiencing the exhilaration of nakedness in the cool stream, now gave me the courage to get out of the water, get my things together & leave them in a place where I could find them easily, and begin a whole new experience, one that I still enjoy very much today, one of nude hiking. Without the weight of my boots or the confines of restrictive, hot clothing, I was off through the woods naked, climbing, running, jumping more than I ever had before. The warm wind blowing over my naked body, brought me into tune with myself & the natural beauty of my surroundings. Instead of being as one who just watched nature, my new state of nakedness in the forest gave me the sense of being a part of nature. I loved it ! And, I didn't ever want this afternoon to end, either. Now that I had captured this natural & beautiful thing, I wasn't ready to let go of it! No, Sir! With just a few hours of sunlight left, I knew I had to head home. But, I was going to go as far as I could without any clothes on at all. I wanted to remain naked as long as I could that day, right down to the very last minute of time left to me. This was a natural high that only reluctantly was I going to let go of. I went as far as I felt safe to go in the woods nude, then dressed and headed home. Putting on those crusty, sweat-dried fabrics now revoked me, but was something I had to do. Indeed, the worst part of the day!

At this age, I don't think I even ever remember hearing the word "nudist", or what one might be, but my curiosity of living a life in the nude, with no clothing at all, drove me to learn as much as I could about nudism. Where the term nude or naked had had bad connotations in the past, now I found the 2 words to be the very description of what I knew & felt to be good & healthy. I try to live today, and each & every day, with the same enthusiasm for nudism, just as I did over 40 years ago. I love being a Nudist/Naturist and living a nudist lifestyle!

A Nudist After All

Anyone can be a nudist. That's what I realized this summer. And I don't know what took me so long.

I enjoy being naked. Who doesn't? It's comfortable, relaxing, and at times, even fun. But up through my mid-twenties, it was something enjoyed only behind closed doors. Of course, I was aware of the nudist lifestyle, but I didn't think it had anything to do with me. I didn't know any nudists. I grew up in New England. I came from a conservative family. How could I possibly be a nudist? The very thought seemed laughable then.

And yet it fascinated me. I'd read a lot about nudism online, and near the end of college, I discovered that there was a nude beach in New Jersey, not far away. "Sometime when I'm in New Jersey," I told myself, "I may give it a try."

Fast-forward four years. In August 2010, I was 26 and living in Virginia (as I still do). I was working a dull marketing job and had all but forgotten about nudism. Then one day, I received an invite to a housewarming party in New Jersey. And then I remembered: Gunnison Beach! It was on the way. I could really go there. My heart started racing. My head started spinning.

I was actually going to do this.

I woke at 4 AM that Saturday for the five-hour trip to Gunnison. I set out in the dark, wide awake with excitement. Just 230 miles and one speeding ticket later, I was there.

I grabbed my sunscreen and headed across the parking lot. Whether it was years of going barefoot or just my mounting trepidation, the hot asphalt didn't hurt my feet a bit.

I stepped onto the sand, and there they were. Hundreds of men and women of all ages, races, and body types lounging in the buff like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I shuffled through the crowd, trying not to look too long at anyone. Finding a spot that seemed safe, I unfolded my chair and sat down. This was it. The moment of truth.

I quickly pulled off my T-shirt and shorts. I was naked!

I'd been expecting it to be a miraculous, mind-blowing, earth-shattering moment. But it was none of those things. It just felt normal. It felt right. And no one even batted an eye. After all, they were all naked too!

In minutes, my fear vanished. I branched out from the comfort of my beach chair and walked along the shore. I felt the sun and the air as I'd never felt it before. Other naked people, several my age, smiled and said hello as if we were passing on the street. I swam in the pleasantly warm ocean and discovered the pointlessness of swimsuits. I basked in the sun and chatted with some of the more seasoned nudists. An hour turned into four. By afternoon, there must have been 2,000 people there. I felt like I'd stumbled upon Eden, and I didn't want to leave.

Since my first time, I've been to a nude beach in Florida, and have planned a nude hike in West Virginia this spring. I'm proud of myself for finding the confidence to bare all, and am happy to have found my niche where I least expected to.

Who would've thought? I'm a nudist after all.