I was helping set up security for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta discussing with a couple. Told them I needed to get away for the weekend. They gave me a number and name to call of a fine resort close by that had a pool, hot tub and extremely friendly people. As they left they told me it was a nudist resort.
I thought about it and chose to attempt it and went that weekend. Loved the experience and the folks I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. When my daughter came down to work security with me I told here where I’d gone and she wanted to go with me. We went the next weekend and spent two days there. We were hooked and even though we could proceed to the opening Olympic ceremony free, we saw it on a TV in the motor home of a family who were teachers from California while relaxing at Hidden Valley nudist resort in Georgia.
We went there another time before we had to leave Georgia. When we got up to the New England place we seen some local nudist resorts and felt at home. My lovely wife and I now live in a nudist resort in Florida, and http://videonudism.com/teen/nude-at-the-beach.php sees every year to live the nudist lifestyle.
June 1st, 2009. I made my way to Mira Vista Resort in Tucson, signed in, took my clothes off and roamed about the Resort. I introduced myself and confessed that this was my first (public) experience as a nudist. Nancy said “Show me your tush!” I turned around and was pronounced a “cotton tail.” What a delightful and gracious introduction and welcome to the nudist community!
Sierra Vista, Arizona
My Biggest Rue
Being naked has ever been really natural to me, I can recall when I was maybe 4 or 5 merely needing to be naked. Nothing has altered 40 years later, it only feels “normal” to me.
I did my assignments online and 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. It was about a 2 hour drive and of course all I was thinking about was getting there and jumping in the pool naked.
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YIPEEE! But as I got close my stomach was becoming more distressed from my nerves. I starting thinking about turning around and heading home but only kept driving. I truly wanted to feel the sun on my naked body and go swimming nude, after all it turned out to be a beautiful day.
As I pulled up to the gate I thought I was going to throw up and at that point I really had to talk myself into going forward. When the staff replied the buzzer and told me to arrive at the office to get checked in I just kept telling myself it was really going to be wonderful even though I was so nervous.
After checking in and heading to my truck I couldn’t believe it. I was looking at naked people up by the pool and I was going to be one of them! I stood by my truck looking occupied for about 10 minutes without taking anything off and eventually I realized it was time to take ALL my clothing off and be free. As I wrapped my towel around my neck and made sure it covered me somewhat I shut the door of my truck and headed to the pool one slow step at a time. I was getting more confident with every measure.
I needed to take a shower before getting into the pool and it turned out to be a QUICK one. The showers are about 10 feet from the pool and I bet I made it in about 2 steps after I shut the shower off. I spent the remainder of the day in the pool floating around and LOVING every second of it. It was not my first time being nude in a pool but it was my first time being with other people nude and I am convinced it revealed that it was my first time but by the time I ‘d left that day I felt like I had understood some of the folks for a long time.
The reason this trip was such a big deal for me was because I don’t have the “standard” body. I am a huge man, need to lose weight and had feared 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 realized that NOBODY cares! Its not that they don’t care about me, its just that nobody cares what your body looks like. I waited for so long 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 greatest people I’ll ever meet in my entire life. When you’re naked with other people it’s as real as it gets and I’ve found that nudists are as fine as people come.
So this is the reason why I titled this “My Biggest Regret” because I repent that http://macgallery.net waited so long to get out and be naked with other like-minded folks. If the thought has ever crossed your mind, simply go get nude. You wont regret it.
Since I was a teen I ‘d always learned about nudist beaches and camps, but I never knew where to find them. This was before the Internet age. In the mid ’90s I ‘d access to the Internet and chat rooms. I met a woman on the chat website who told me about seeing a nude beach. I asked about how I could find one in my state. She told me about a website where I could envision a guide book which describes the locations of swimming holes and shores.
After buying this I read about a beach at Martha’s Vineyard. Some time later I finally had a chance to get out there with my at the time girlfriend. Eventually I found the shore I was looking for after the ferry ride and bus ride on the other side of the island. I remember how natural everyone appeared and how I was enthusiastic to join in the fun. The blanket was barely on the earth when my clothes came off. I appreciated the liberating feeling of the wind on my body and having the ability to jump in the ocean naturally. My girlfriend finally got comfortable too.
I felt like I was on a level playing field with everyone else. Since then I have been seeing nudist campgrounds and coming to the Vineyard as much as really possible. I’ve hated 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 New 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 would ever describe myself as a nudist. I remember the very first time I heard the term nudist. I was under ten years old and my friend Randy told me, true or not, about a lady who was stopped on the Golden Gate Bridge driving nude on her way to a “nudist colony.” The entire thing shocked me to the stage that I still recall where I was when he told me. I couldn’t imagine why grown people would need to be nude, especially in a location called a nudist colony. It definitely was something I ‘d never be involved in.
First Time Nude Outdoors
I recall, some years later, about age 12, sleeping over at Randy’s house in his backyard in sleeping bags and on a shared challenge we each walked, one at a time, nude up his long moonlit drive. He became more daring and even rode his bike up the drive naked. This was just boys experimenting and playing and we understood that we didn’t wish to be caught so there was an element of risk and anxiety of being discovered that overshadowed everything.
Personal Nudity, My Own Skin
Within a few years I found that easing my pajamas off after going to bed and sleeping nude felt fantastic. It felt free and I adored the feeling of the bed sheets on my naked skin I soon began removing my clothes when my parents were outside so that I could walk across the house nude, hurrying to put my clothes back on when I heard the garage door go up on their return. Again this felt fantastic but by importance remained my mystery. Soon, 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 would roam the grassy hillside in back of the home feeling the cool breezes on my skin. I particularly liked wet nights. The sound of the storm made me feel more safe about not being caught going out the window and I loved the feeling of rain on my naked skin. After I would walk through the neighborhood, clothed, up to a dead end street having a more open hillside where I could throw off my clothes and walk naked in a larger area. I understood the terrain very well and one night I was especially bold and did a huge loop walking with that place for over half a mile in a circle onto paved roads (but where homes were not built right on the street) on the other 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 teenager, I didn’t get found.
San Francisco, California