Quickly, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped

nudebeachsexpicsI was raised in a very traditional Jewish background. We were supposed to dress modestly at all times. I never thought of going nude in private, much less in public.
Then one day I came home from work very tired. I just wanted to put on my nightie and get into bed. But it was a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first–which is obviously the one thing I always did naked, though I never gave that any thought.
I came out of the shower and dried off. I wasn’t sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted. I just collapsed on the bed, too tired to even notice that I hadn’t bothered to put anything on. I fell asleep in minutes.
When I woke up, I was a bit surprised to realize that I had not only had I slept nude the entire night, but it was the best night’s sleep I ever had. The next night, I wasn’t so tired–but I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to sleep nude. So I decided to try it on purpose this time.
nude-beach-ukraineI got into bed naked, and it felt very good. I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I didn’t want to get up and get dressed. But of course I had to.
From there, it was a relatively short time till I was usually nude when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt a little bit guilty for awhile because it went against everything I had been taught since childhood. But the comfort outweighed the guilt.
However, the idea of letting other women see me naked in public–much less men!– never crossed my mind. I still had some Jewish modesty. Being a Californian, from the greater LA area, I had heard of nude beaches. But I had no desire to visit one.
Being a good Californian though, I did spend a lot of free time on the beach in the summer–always wearing a bathing suit, of course. And one day, while I was changing out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I began to think about how good it felt to take it off. And the more I thought about it, the more I began to contemplate the prospect of skinnydipping.
One very hot Sunday in August, I made a brave decision: I was going to find out if I had the nerve to overcome my strait-laced upbringing. I got into my car and drove south to San Diego, and parked at the cliff over Black’s Beach. For almost 20 minutes, I sat in the car, trying to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I would see naked men and women. I almost didn’t go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me.
But as I started to turn the key to drive away, I couldn’t do it. I was determined that the time I spent driving down there wasn’t going to be wasted. I had come to see a nude beach, and I was not going to leave without seeing it.
Slowly, I started to walk down the trail to the beach. Actually that’s the only way you can do it, but I was going slower than necessary. Finally, I reached the bottom, and could hardly believe what I was seeing. There were lots of men, most of them naked. There were women in all stages of dress and undress. There were families with young children.
I found an uncrowded spot and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no idea what I was going to do next. Part of me wanted to pull everything off and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt horrible for being in such a place.
I closed my eyes, and thought, and thought some more. The idea of taking off my clothes in front of men–how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes off, and they had no problem with letting men see them.
The ocean looked more and more inviting. The guilt weighed on me. Even if I stayed clothed, just being in such a place and seeing such sights was wrong. For almost an hour, I was torn. I went back and forth–and finally, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyway, it couldn’t be any worse of a sin to participate. If these people saw me naked, they wouldn’t be seeing anything they hadn’t seen before.
Quickly, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything off, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away. I felt wonderful. I was skinnydipping in public, in mixed company, and enjoying it thoroughly. I came out of the ocean, and the feeling of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt terrific.
From that moment on, I was a new person. I’m still a traditonal Jew. I eat only kosher food, and I don’t drive on the Sabbath. I still go to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Festivals. But I am a Jewish nudist, and I love it.

Stripped to the skin this provoker Bill was the one to wear swimming trunks

nudebeachsI Met My Future Husband on a Nude Beach It all started when I went to spend my vacations in Bulgaria with my friend Emily and her husband Bill. It was the third year running that we spent our vacations in Nesebre and that year we decided to continue with this well established tradition.
We put up in a small but comfortable hotel and that very day we were all ready to enjoy the seaside air and sun. The days were flying swiftly as it is the usual way the days pass when one is having vacations and one of these days we decided to change the usual way in which we were spending our time, so we hit it off and made it to the nude beach in which Nesebr was quite abundant. Here I ought to say that we planned visiting one of the nude beaches of Nesebr before actually going there. The fact was that we had seen some of them during our previous stays in Bulgaria before. Plus back at home we saw a TV reportage about nudists which made us firmly decide on sunbathing nude during our next vacation. Back then this experience looked something as exotic as a hang glider tour or parachute jumping for us. But it happened so that my friend Emily and I were the ones to put forward the idea and Bill was the one to put up with our whims, so it was hardly an enjoyable experience for him.
And so we went to the nude beach, Emily, Bill who was still sulky, and me, all eager to impress all the nude beachers with my feeling at ease while sunbathing nude and hoping that my body was also rather impressive. When we finally got to the beach of one of the hotels we saw many German folks who are known fans of nude beaching and suddenly felt something like retarded cowardice. Of course we didn’t feel like people there were dangerous in some way, but we clearly felt that the pangs of conscience and chastity restraints were still strong in us. All in all, dreaming of a nude beach with your friend while sipping coffee in her kitchen was one thing, and the final getting to this very beach was quite another. And the very moment when we were ready to turn our backs on the beach Bill called us faint-hearted cowards which stimulated the flow of feministic fluids in us that made us ten times bolder and determined.
When we finally chose a rather deserted spot on the beach and stripped to the skin this provoker Bill was the one to wear swimming trunks. The first half an hour we were still under impression of our own nerve, but having noticed that if our act of braveness had not passed unnoticed it had surely been underestimated, we decided to turn to something more provocative. There was a group of beachers playing volleyball at a distance, and presently we decided to join them. Bill who was surely the laziest member of our company was left behind. Maybe I should mention that it was my first-time-ever volleyball play, and even when I managed to hit the ball it followed such strange trajectories that the only face I felt worth wearing was that of an A-class volleyball player who had little inclination to minding the appraisal of such lame volleyball amateurs. We had been enjoying our attempts to dodge the ball by jumping and stamping the sand for some quarter of an hour before I tool Emily aside to share the impressions.
Emily was flushed and wore a bright smile on her face; she had managed to share her emotions about the hole experience by the time I was about to express my solidarity with her, but the next moment I felt something hit me rather painfully on the back of my head; after that the idea which had almost formed itself in my mind had gone somewhat blurred and obscured and somehow lost its topicality. It was a ball accidentally tossed by a volleyball player that hit me on the back of my thinking head. All in all, I was not put in much pain and had it not been for the singularity of the situation I would have laughed at it. But the situation was far too uncommon, so I thought the better of it and made a thoroughly theatrical scene out of it. I rolled up my eyes and leaned on my friend for everyone to see that I was suffering the deepest agony that threatened to further develop into a loss of consciousness. I was definitely a success while playing my role of an innocent victim as my friend suggested me sitting down, beckoning Bill at the same time. But the culprit of the accidental collision of the ball and my styled hair was the first to arrive. I should say that the terrorist looked quite attractive even to my rather delicate taste.
He must have guessed that we were from the States by Emily’s animated exclamations he tried to smooth the situation over in his broken English trying now to say he was sorry and now to tell some awkward jokes. In a word, the first favorable impression he made on me was now backed by his embarrassment and I started showing the first feeble signs of life. As we very soon got to know, Gunter, the young man who was our new acquaintance, spoke English a bit for he worked in NYC in one of his company’s affiliates. He was feeling very awkward with the whole situation indeed, and after a number of formalities proper in such cases he left the scene, all in sackcloth and ashes after he heard that I was perfectly safe.
After this accident the events developed in accordance with a scenario of a happy holiday time love affair. In the morning I found a bouquet of flowers on the windowsill of my hotel room and then… but this is quite another story that has little to do with nudism. The only drawback of this story is that now when our friends ask us where we first met we have to say something laconic like – well, we met on the beach. After all, who needs those zesty details?

For a long time, I was very interested in becoming a nudist

nudebeachphotoFor a long time, I was very interested in becoming a nudist, but was very afraid of what my parents might think about it. I’m 22 now, but i’ve liked going nude ever since I was about 18.
After reading this site, I decided to finally just take a chance and see what happened. One day after school, I came home and took everything off. Nobody was home yet, so I took time to pump myself up. I sat on the couch and watched tv, waiting for my parents to get home. I was nervous for a while, but eventually just got involved in the TV and almost forgot about me being naked. Finally, my mom arrived home. I was very scared as she walked in.
I expected her to freak out. She did give me a little bit of a strange look and asked me “Why don’t you have any clothes on?” It was really hot that day so I just said that I couldn’t stand the heat, so I just took everthing off. She said “ok” and walked away. I couldn’t believe it. my dad came home a little while later with basically the same reaction. I was so happy that I had made it so far. I decided to stay nude for as long as I could until they said something. I even ate dinner nude that night.
Later on, I noticed my mom was looking at me strange. she was staring at my butt. I thought “Uh oh, here it comes, she’s going to tell me to get dressed.” Instead she said “You should probably sit on a towel if you’re going to go naked. You have marks on your butt from that chair you were sitting on. I laughed and told her ok.
nude-beach-photosLater that night, I talked with my parents about nudity and they said I can go nude at home with just them whenever I want, but should get dressed when other people come over. I’m fine with that, that’s more than I ever hoped for!! Well, that’s my story and by the way, this site rocks! thank you!

My first public nude experience was last year

11600017My first at home nudist experience was when i was about 13 and my parents had gone out leaving me home alone for the first time. I remember seeing something about nudism on the internet and thought i’d give it a try at home. I had always been more likely run around nude, and in my family it was no big deal to go from the shower to your room nude. But this was the first time i was nude all around the house. It felt weird at first but soon i got used to it, and pretty much did it every chance i got.
My first public nude experience was last year at playalinda beach in florida. I had never been to a nudist area before cause i never really had the chance. I grew up near a nudist club called penn sylvan but they would not allow singles in, so i never went. When i went to college, there were no nudist areas around so i never got to go then. Then when i entered the real word i have had many chances to go to White tail park over the years, but have never had the guts to go. I’ve been afraid that i’d be bored and i’ve heard the owners can be a bit excentric to single guys.
14823822So a nude beach when i went to florida last year was the first chance to go in a public setting. I figured that if i didnt like it i’d just leave cause it doesnt cost any money of course. So, i went and it was fantastic. I had a great time… i was a bit nervous at first, spent alot of time on my towel. But eventually i overcame the nerves and relaxed and had a wonderful time. I never wanted to leave. I ended up staying nude as long as i could.
So i guess both my experiences were very positive. I hope to get to WTP sometime this year, to experience a club type atmosphere.

I remember my first experiences with being naked

59216317I remember my first experiences with being naked had nothing to do with nudism, that’s for sure! Changing into or out of swim suit as a child, and particularly at my grandparents house, was always something I did alone. Why? I had no idea back then. As I got a little older I remember a couple of occasions when my brother and I changed in the same downstairs utility room, but I think that was because we were in a hurry to go somewhere else or when grandma was about to do laundry and wanted the suits for the wash.
Grandma never made a fuss about seeing our naked butts. Why would she? Finally I began understanding that nakedness was something special and there was apparently a reason people did not do it all over. This would have been my “awakening” to puberty, I suppose. Along this time there are a few vague memories of sitting around my grandparents house wrapped in only a towel, which was probably after swimming. There is one clear memory of my brother “streaking” through the house and out the back garage door. He came to a halt at the end of the garage, near the road, where a couple of neighbor girls were outside across the street washing a car! That occasion was a family event that was talked about for years, and neither the neighbors or the girls ever said anything to us. I am certain he was seen, but again, this was summer, we were visiting, and we were just kids!
If I had only knew then what I know now, I would have been “streaking” way more than my brother and probably would have invented a dozen ways to loose my swim trunks or forget them somewhere. Years later and several states away from my grandparents home, I remember skinny-dipping with my brother and a neighborhood friend named Mark. We were going fishing at a lake behind our apartments and got ridiculously hot and sweaty traipsing through the woods from one fishing spot to another.
Mark, being the oldest of the bunch, said he was going swimming. He went into the water and then threw his cut-off shorts out after a few moments. I think I went in second and did not want to walk home in soaking wet cut-offs, so I removed mine before going into the water. We all thought this was quite daring because of being in clear view of a local international airport’s runway. Anyone looking out the windows of a plane taxiing and turning around at the end of the runway would have had a pretty clear view of us boys. We had great fun that summer and there was nothing “inappropriate” about it. I also remember my mother and step-father once mentioning a possible visit to Virginia’s eastern shore, and asking both my brother and I if we would go to a nude beach with them. This never happened though.
It wasn’t until about ten years later that I was introduced to printed literature on nudism.

Introduction to Nudism

Introduction to Nudism

16610867I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend.

I thought about it and chose to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the encounter as well as the folks I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. We went the following weekend and spent two days there.

-Don W.
Hudson, Florida
First Time

June 1st, 2009. I presented myself and admitted this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. What a delightful and gracious opening and welcome to the nudist community!

Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Rue

Being nude has ever been quite natural to me, I can recall when I was perhaps 4 or 5 only needing to be nude. Nothing has altered 40 years after, it simply feels “normal” to me.

I did my assignments online and also read as much as I could around going to a nudist resort, oh boy, was I excited! The day I set out to go was wonderful and I was prepared to get nude. YIPEEE! But as I got close my belly was becoming more distressed from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but only kept driving. I truly needed to feel the sun on my nude body and go swimming nude, after all it turned out to be a wonderful day.

As I pulled up to the gate I really thought I was really going to throw up and at that stage I really needed to talk myself into going forward.

42317575After checking in and heading to my truck I could not believe it. I was looking at nude people upward by the pool and I was going to be one of these! I stood by my truck appearing active for about 10 minutes without taking anything away and eventually I understood it was time to take ALL my clothing away and be free. I was becoming more confident with each measure.

I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it turned out to be a FAST one. I spent the remaining part of the day in the pool floating about and LOVING every second of it.

The reason this excursion was such a huge deal for me was because I do not have the “standard” body. I’m a large man, need to slim down and had worried I might be laughed at or individuals would stare, but after going there now for more then 8 years (only a couple times a year) I understood that NOBODY cares! I waited for such a long time to visit a nudist resort because I did not have the “perfect”body. I’m yet to see the “perfect” body but I ‘ve meet a number of the best people I’ll ever meet in my entire life. When you are naked with other folks it is as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as pleasant as individuals come.

So this is the reason why I labeled this “My Biggest Sorrow” because I repent that I waited so long to get out and be nude with other like minded individuals. If the idea has ever crossed your mind, simply go get nude.

Beach Day

58756398from the time that I was a teenager I ‘d always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never understood where to find them. In the mid ’90s I ‘d access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a girl on the chat website who told me about seeing a nude beach. I asked about how I really could locate one in my state. She told me about a site where I could imagine a guide book which describes the places of swimming holes and shores.

After purchasing this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time after I finally had an opportunity to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Finally I located the shore I was searching for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the isle. I recall how natural everyone seemed and how I was ready to join in the fun. The blanket was just on the earth when my clothes came off. I loved the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend eventually got comfy also.

Since then I’ve been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve despised wearing bathing suits ever since.

-Paul J.
Milford, Massachusetts
My Nudist History

The following is a history of my nudist encounter with some ideas for all those investigating nudism as a lifestyle option:

“Nudist” A Fresh Word

I was raised in Marin County north of San Francisco and am now a professional working in San Francisco. When I was younger I could not have imagined I ‘d ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time that I heard the term nudist. The entire thing shocked me to the stage that I still recall where I was when he told me. I could not imagine why grown folks would need to be naked, particularly in a location called a nudist colony. It undoubtedly was something I ‘d never be involved in.

First Time Naked Outside

He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive naked. This was only boys testing and playing and we understood that we didn’t wish to be found so there was an element of danger and anxiety of being found that overshadowed everything.

Private Nudity, My Own Skin

Within a few years I found that easing my pajamas away after going to sleep and sleeping nude felt amazing. Again this felt fantastic but by importance stayed my mystery. Shortly, on some evenings, I managed to sneak out my bedroom window at the center of the night and revel in the nighttime atmosphere nude. We lived in a built up neighborhood on a hill with open space supporting the home. At first I ‘d roam the grassy hillside in back of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly enjoyed wet nighttime. The sound of the storm made me feel more safe about not being found going out the window and I adored the feeling of rain on my naked skin. I understood the terrain very well and one night I was particularly avant-garde and did a large loop walking with that location for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where houses weren’t built right on the road) on the different side of the hill and back to my clothing that I’d left behind. I can not believe I did this or that, as a teen, I didn’t get found.

San Francisco, California