The World of Nude Recreation As Told By You

«Back to main page

Page 19 of 24

First-Time Nudist Experience

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.

Surprised the Manager

My wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on vacation, we decided to visit Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we could not see the office, only a sign pointing to where it was. Getting out of the car, we shucked our clothes, grabbed a towel and went searching for the office.

When we explained to the manager that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, "This is your first time and you're already naked!"

Yes, we were, and we certainly enjoyed our say at the gardens.

OY VEY! My Jewish Mother

I was raised by a Jewish mother who taught me that showing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not beautiful or perfect. I heard it all the time. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the house when visitors came, because my toes were "weird looking" in her eyes.

At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was going to every weekend. (Pirates Cove in Malibu). He wanted me to go with him. I thought he was nuts. I resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He promised we would leave if I couldn't handle it.

I climbed the rocks with trepidation. We got onto the beach, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me maybe 20 seconds to take my clothes off. That whole summer was like the summer that I fell in love with myself and my body for the first time ever.

At the end of the summer, we broke up; and I never went to another nude beach or resort until I was 42. I missed it. I felt like something was missing. No one would go with me. Finally, at 42, some friends confessed to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure excitement.

I begged them to take me. We arranged it for the following weekend. I was so excited that I made myself sick. Nothing was going to stop me. I went anyway, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became really alive and whole again. That was 1993. Today, I live in a nudist resort in Land O' Lakes, Florida; and I am so lucky to be able to live here. As a single gal, I feel safe.