Several years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my house, I made a decision to get out as well as try new things. I approached the concept of visiting a nudist resort with caution, but the thought kept nagging at me.
I’m in relatively good condition, etc., and finally determined to give it a try. Like everyone, the first time was nerve-wracking. I strode back and forth nude in my room until getting up the nerve to go outside. It was just a few hours, and I was hooked. I enjoy going every summer now, as often as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and pleasurable thing I have ever done.
A Neglected Chance
It was 1947 or 48. My family drove around to the coast. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Dad needed to really go to Sunshine Park but Mom needed to really go to Atlantic City. Finally, they chose to ask my sister and I where we needed to go. We both determined Atlantic City.
Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I afterwards found Sunshine and Wellness magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to school 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 began to purchase them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law occasionally raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was freed.
It was while I was in school that I visited my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become a member of a resort in California that I remembered May’s Landing from the time my sister and I decided to really go to Atlantic City instead. Maybe http://thoun.com would have become nudist. I afterwards became a nudist, but I am the only nudist in the family.
Another story, when I possess the time!
From Skinny-Dipping to Living Clothes Free
My first actual nudist encounter 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 coed and required bathing suits.
As a youngster I had been told that one did not go around naked, and while it was acceptable to change clothes in the presence of other males certainly it was not done in front of females.
My first concern was that I I wasn’t certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for a length period of time for no reason when I felt uncomfortable just being nude alone. I faced this by becoming used to going around my home nude even when I didn’t have to be.
as soon as I arrived at the resort I was met by a naked guy in the office who registered me and gave me the advice on the resort. I was subsequently directed to a parking lot where I was met by another nude guy who was going to give me a tour of the location. I undressed before the tour because even though no one understood me, I was not going to embarrass myself in public by seeming out of place.
My tour finished at the lake and because my reason for going there was so I could swim nude I went into the water.
After I took a quick walk on my own. As I passed other individuals a smile and “Hello” was in order, the lack of clothes was of no importance.
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 region humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze along with the warm sun. That convinced me that this was how we were intended to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being bare. I finished 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 naked. Since that visit I have joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I’ve been on quite a few nude cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be nude on a regular basis except when it is too cold or I’m going into town.
Now, for me, being bare is my way of life.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Encounter
My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the previous year I started searching the Internet for nudist areas and found there were several about 70 miles away. I always liked to attempt it and and did not understand if I ‘d 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 place. It was not long before all my fears were gone. It felt so good to enter the pool and sunbathe with no 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 is merely 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. When you go naked it’s very difficult to have to wear a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There’s nothing like the naked lifestyle!
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two
I eventually modeled for the normal figure drawing course during the spring semester. Alas, the young lady who’d introduced me to http://episodes.x-nudism.com saw me model. The figure drawing class was small, only five pupils, and I got quite comfortable modeling for them.
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Toward the end of the term, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing course. I concurred, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything away and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it absolutely was over, I did not desire to get dressed. Almost everyone was quite 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 a number of things. I found an advertisement 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 wasn’t so crowded, but I enjoyed the pool and hot tub. A couple of teens 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, naked, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be naked and free around other people, especially folks of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or anxiety.
as soon as I went back to the Ponderosa, it was on a Saturday, and there were many more folks there. I remained for the weekly dance, and located a liberty that I had never felt. I still hate to dance with clothes on. During every trip, I hated to put clothing on and leave. And I loathed the arrival of cold weather.
I am 44 years old now and quite active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still want to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I am lucky to have a wife who appreciates nudism with me, plus our kids have taken to it also. I do not ever envision a time when I could ever stop enjoying bare diversion.
Fort Worth, Texas