, it was our very first time at any given nudist facility.
Our previous experience had only been with a couple select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and typically involved that guts contractor, alcohol. Now here we were sober, with complete strangers, and about to get naked. We were abruptly introduced to social nudism when we walked into the office. And we thought Fridays were casual, hah. Our membership guides went out of their approach to calm our anxieties, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we have changed clothes in a parking lot before, we can actually say its the very first time we ever took it all off. My God. Outside in the open. Where we could be viewed. Are we insane?
Our guides gave us the tour and described rules, etc. (Darn, everybody is nude.) In addition they gave us a history of the club and introduced us to some of the members. (Damn, we are naked too.) By time we made it to the shore, we were beginning to relax. Well not entirely, after all we don’t have any clothes on in front of all of these folks.
After lying in sunlight for awhile and slowly beginning to grow accustomed, we chose to take a walk round the place with all the trailers. Walking down the middle of the road, buck nude. Whoa, that’s one we wouldn’t have believed we had do. There are some really creative folks. A number of the trailers and cottages were extremely fine. However, the folks were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing cars without a stitch of clothes. We are bordering on sensory overload now.
Getting back to the shore, we decided to shower. Between nerves as well as our hike, we had worked up quite a sweat. Another new encounter, taking in a shower, outside, naked, with every Tom, Dick, and Betty walking by or joining us. The brain has now gone dead. It can not take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, Mother Nature chose to send some thunder boomies in. We wondered what nudists do when it rains. After all, there is no clothes to get wet. But we soon learned that it’s chilly, and whether or not it rains hard enough can damage. Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was becoming near the membership societal hour anyhow. While waiting, we talked to a very pleasant elderly woman. We couldn’t help but reminded by http://x-topless.com “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the mind is already dead, it did not register that we were discussing to an individual who could very well be our grandma and she is nude.
It was at the social hour that http://x-nudism.com closing barriers were broke. Outside we could keep our space as well as the invisible barrier, but here we were in extremely close proximity to naked men, women, and children. Just as the brain was beginning to come back to life, it shut down again.
As the social hour was breaking up, the skies cleared. Everyone was getting ready for the luau, but unfortunately we had to leave and get back home to our daughter.

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Seriously, following the initial fears wore off, which really did not take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All of the members were very friendly and couldn’t wait to brag about their club. Most of our dread was more on what to anticipate than the nudity aspect although body approval is perhaps the hardest part of a social naked surroundings. I did overlook my pockets. After all, what do I do with my hands?
Then it was back to the car and what the hell?? We got to put clothes on. That sucks.

I imagine it was more of going with the stream. It turned out to be a hot sunny day and I was sitting by my pool naked. I do this a lot since I have a great deal of solitude. I was almost asleep when I heard a voice say hello. I opened my eyes and the wife of my lawn man was standing at the other end of http://nudiststeen.com . She said she was sorry to touch me but needed to spray weed management. It was to late to cover up so I simply asked her if she was hot if she’d like to jump in the pool. To my surtprise she said she’d love to. She was wearing a tanktop and shorts and in a flash they were on the earth. I got a shower by the pool. She took a quick shower and then jumped into the pool. When she came out of the pool she thanked me and said click was the last call for the day. I asked if she’d enjoy a cold beer and again she was delighted. We shared a few beers and then she got up to leave. It was a very nice visit and I appreciated it a lot.

This summerday, I went to a distant shore, and walked to a remote area and stripped nude. I was laying down, and reading http://modestperson.com , when a girl – about 30 years old and her 5-6 year old kid came walking.
I was brought up with the thought, that nudity was OK for girls, but that a man without clothing was nasty or offending. So I was fearful, the girl ought to be angry, when she saw that I was naked. So I was really quite surprised, when she chose to put her towel only 5 meters away from me, when there were lots of other areas to selected.
She wore a bathing suit and lay down to read, without paying much attention to me. I was putting still on my belly wondering how to mowe, without giving her a view of my private parts. After a little while, the kid started playing with a ball and attempting to get me interested in http://x-officer.com . The mom asked if I was troubled by the child, and I denied.
It’s not simple to play ball, when you are lying on your tummy, so after a while, I gave up my modesty, and sat up, playing ball with the kid. As I sat there, with legs apart, the girl could see everything, but that didn’t offend her. She grinned at me, and was obviously delighted, that I entertained her child.
That afternoon I learned, that some women are not violated by a naked man, along with the experience gave me the kick to begin being naked, also when not alone.