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I have been a shy guy my entire life. I can remember my preschool when I was the shiest kid in the class. It has always been hard for me to make friends and while that was not always the greatest thing ever, I actually think that this was not half bad because it made me better friends with those few people I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things weren’t doing great. And growing up as a gay kid in 90s Detroit, that wasn’t great either. You might say that the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and finding that someone.
And with college and with a new job and new responsibilities, my love life has been on a backburner in the last ten years or so. No, really. I did not have a single relationship that lasted longer than a month in the last 10 years. That is, until this last year when I met Kyle. Now, for some other people, a sentence like the previous one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “just meeting” someone is not something that happens more than once in a lifetime.
I was not sure what to think of Kyle at first. He was hot (still is), of that there was no doubt. But he was one of those guys that were never too serious and that never took anything seriously. This is something that you can be okay with when you are 21, 22, but as a guy in his early 30s, I was not looking for something like that. And then, just when I thought that he was a total waste of time, I realized that this was his choice. He was not just “like that”. He liked being free and being spontaneous, but not in that annoying way where he would depend on everyone around him just to get by. He was a great professional and a successful person, dependable to a fault, but always a bit absent-minded and always with that sprinkle of unexpected to him.
We barely kissed twice before he asked me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he wanted me to go there with him. We only spoke for about 3 hours all in all before that. I had not seen him naked. We barely kissed. And he was inviting me to go to Europe with him. I decided to be spontaneous for once in my life and I went with him. (In the back of my head thinking that I can always fly back if this turns out to suck.)
He did his thing, his little gig or whatever (he is a photographer) and that was that. In one day. We had an entire two-week vacation in the south of France just for one day of his work. I loved it. I felt so glamorous. And we took things really slowly, we didn’t rush anywhere. For example, this photo that you can see of Kyle all naked in front of a huge cruiser; this was the first time I saw him naked. We saw the people from the cruiser and we overheard them talking and he wanted to screw with them so he got naked as they were checking out this big statue that was behind me as I was taking the photo. He knew they had to see him and he wanted to screw with them. I was also nude as I was taking his photo.
Later that day, we laughed about how we first saw each other naked in that way. We made love later that day. It was incredible. We are still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this photo.
I used to be less careful than I am now. I have in the past gone nude on sometimes fairly busy Spanish beaches, carrying nothing and walking purposefully past them for several miles. It is not illegal there. People would notice, but few seemed at all bothered. Only once did anyone (a man) object on the specific grounds that children might see me. As we know, children take no notice of simple nudity, but I did feel nervous because I then felt vulnerable and had no means at all to cover-up. I occasionally experienced groups of two or three women expressing obvious approval that I was nude, not that I was looking for that. I always avoided single women who were not nude or top-free so as not to make them feel uncomfortable or threatened. It was interesting to observe how some couples saw me nude and then removed their clothing.
That was in the past. In the interests of not causing offence and not giving naturism a bad name even if legal I have changed my approach to public nudity to be less obvious. Just like Pete, I agree hiking is a lot more fun than the beach. I also use quieter Spanish beaches where few people pay any attention other than just noticing, some see me and do the same! Hiking in Spain, it is so quiet the chances of running into someone are low. Hiking in the UK the chances are much higher. If alone I have tend to disappear off into the bushes, feeling nervous since I have absolutely no wish to offend but afraid it might be taken as more than simple nudity. Doing a Spencer Tunick installation has given me a different pespective on how the Brits see nudity. 1700 people went nude for several hours in a city in the name of “art”. Most were not naturists and were very nervous at first. I don’t go nude on UK beaches unless lying on my belly in a quiet spot. I only stand up when there isn’t anyone around for at least 700 yards, but may walk a long way then. If someone keeps on walking towards me I don’t usually worry about it, since it is their choice and I am on a very wide large beach, but if it is narrower I sit down and am discreet until they have passed. If I see a lone woman I often cover up as we get closer so she can feel “safe”. No-one in the UK has ever objected or seemed offended. Occasionally they have been obviously amused, so I just say hello. You might wonder why I do not use nudist beaches very often. The main answer is simple. Sadly, in the UK and on the smaller Spanish beaches there are often various pervs hanging around and I do not feel as comfortable. They are the ones giving naturism a bad name.
My 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.
So 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 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
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.
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.
After 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.
from 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.
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
You Meet the Nicest People When You Are Naked
Being by myself and understanding there was a clothing-optional beach nearby and it’s something I ‘ve always thought about attempting but knowing my wife wouldn’t approve of my mindset, I believed, “She WOn’t ever understand so go see what’s all about.”
So away I went, short pants, tee shirt, thong, and water shoes. The thong was my outside if I could not get up the nerve to go fully naked. Once I got to the shore, and it is a little shore, I walked out in my short pants and sat down and began to think, “Are you going to do this or what?”
Being somewhat in a secluded place I got my tee shirt off and short pants,just leaving on the thong.
Then they began down the shore. Well this began becoming better.
There they sat nude and now having a friendly conversation with me. Shortly I found they where no longer nude in front of me (they were but I just then didn’t find anymore) but only a good couple speaking to a visitor. Now the strange thing. I’ve never been nude in front of a girls besides my wife in my life and it all looked totally normal.
Now I was nude and this couple appeared to say, “That wasn’t that bad was it,” got up and went on their marry way. The remaining part of the day I walked across the beach nude and was fearing the sun going down.
I am going to return and do this again. It only looks so natural and now I am wondering how can I convince my wife there isn’t anything incorrect about being nude with likeminded individuals. It certainly beats clothing as well as the nudists you meet are incredibly reassuring.
Now I must go and figure where I am going. Get naked or bare however do not be a prude.
Increased a rigorous Catholic in a time that even the word nude or naked was never allowed, I had trouble understanding this assumption. I found I loved being nude really young and regularly had dreams of being naked exterior. When old enough to sneak off alone, I experienced my first societal nude day and have not looked back.
I’ve introduced numerous buddies to social nudity and have never had one buddy have a poor encounter being naked. There have been several buddies that declared they’d never strip nude in public and I gave them lots of leeway and within just a couple of minutes they’d stripped nude and uncovered the only negative element of the day spent nude was that they needed to put their clothes back on at the close of the day.
as soon as I met my husband, he was a long time nudist and we both openly love being naked whenever possible. We amuse many buddies and for a while we were naked with just a couple of close friends and then we determined to get a clothes optional celebration in our back yard for a mixture of bare and cloth buddies. We’ve got a pool and Jacuzzi and the lawn is wholly private so this definitely made interesting lots of fun. The day of the celebration, we’d ideas that perhaps this was a terrible idea but too late when the first of our fabric buddies arrived a little early. I was wearing a sarong and my husband a male variant of a sarong. Some of our guest revealed a little trepidation of stripping initially but within the first 30 minutes clothes was no longer discretionary as everyone was naked.
The majority of our guests had departed by 1AM but two other couples simply didn’t need to see the evening come to a conclusion.
Both naked and headed to the Jacuzzi. The day passed and no one needed the weekend to finish. We women sunbathed by the pool as well as the men loved football but shortly joined us in the pool.
We’ve since continued our celebrations with our new located nudist buddies and do meet at one other couples’ house when their teenagers are gone for the weekend. For those have share the standard trepidation of social nudity, I am hoping you’ll work up the guts to at least attempt it once and I’m certain that you’ll be hooked for life. You’d be alarmed how a lot of your buddies are nudists.
My first encounter
26 years ago my partner and I seen the Club Med on Martinique. Although we’re certified in scuba, Club Med demanded a “checkout” dive to be able to participate. We went for the check out our first full day there. I didn’t have some trouble and passed. My wife had some ear equalizing issues and had to quit the checkout. This required her to go back the following morning. So I ‘d the morning alone. While walking from my room to the shore I halted at the nude beach. I believed that I’d take a look. It actually looked odd to see so a lot of individuals all nude! I hesitated and was going to leave when I said to my self, “What the heck, do it.” It was odd to be standing on a public beach, NUDE! So I grabbed a seat, spread out my towel and spent the morning reading.
I inquired the way the dive went and she said good, so we could join to go diving. I hesitated and somewhat obstructed, told her. I described the strangeness which dissolved into easiness as the morning passed. I described that there were all kinds of folks, young and old, appropriate and much from fit all relaxing on the shore. She surprised me by saying, “I believe I should try it out also.” Which is where we spent the remainder of our week when not out diving.
Since then we’ve been to many resorts, some with bare places and some where the resort was all nude.
My first time is the same as most, I started at home once I was about fifteen years of age. I was raised in an extremely typical American subdivision in Long Island, NY. I’m the youngest of three, the summers morning was perfect for a fast jog. I became quite comfortable with myself in a short span of time. Running nude down a wooded dirt road was interesting and extremely intoxicating. Unfortunately the trail was coming to an end I started to see edifices and automobiles. My short instant of being naked had come to a conclusion.
My First Nudist Encounter
About 15 years back I learned the precise location of the sole local nude beach. It was not simple to get reliable info and I ‘d gone on more than one wild goose chase. I told my wife I was really going to check it out when I got an excellent chance. Not long after I completed work before rush hour and set out to locate the shore. I managed to find parking but understood I ‘d need to walk an excellent half mile. Crossing a number of suburban company parking lots I came to a railroad crossing. I followed the courses as I was told I should do but I was not alone. Other folks were headed the same way taking towels and or totes suited to time in the shore. I followed a tiny group of people when an opening using a trail into the woods veered away from the trails. With this time I discovered there was two way traffic. All this suggested to me a well-known and frequented destination was nearing. A couple more minutes and I began hearing sounds of action, numerous voices etc. They were somewhat packed onto a tiny gravelly shore in the southeastern border of a long narrow lake. Meanwhile several individuals waded and swam naked. The feeling was completely liberating. In spite of being alone I didn’t feel noticeable or out of place. I located a little spot of shore and laid out my towel. I took a little time to only find and take everything in but soon got up and waded into the water. I understood I ‘d discovered an action I’d repeat.
On my way home I thought it might be unsatisfactory attempting to continue going to the shore as I knew my wife wouldn’t be interested. Arriving house my wife and her sister were relaxing after work and receiving dinner began. Shortly she asked me if I located it and I told her yes. She subsequently asked if I took my clothing away. I told her I did and I adored it. Her reply was “You Are weird”. Boy I ‘d an uphill struggle ahead.
Good times have changed and we’ve been members of a landed club for a number of years and she’s also a nudist but that is another story.