My first time story is a bit unique, at least in some ways.

I am 37, and 7 years ago I was leaving my job, and went to Happy Hour with some coworkers. By the end of the evening, was down to me, Ron and Shelly, both of whom I worked with.
We were talking about all sorts of things, and somehow it came up that they both sleep naked. They asked if I did, and I said yes I did, while I didn’t. I actually don’t know why I said that – I figure I didn’t need to sound lame. I remained in touch with both of those two, we were all close friends. 3 years after that, I moved in with my b/f, and I was telling Ron in an e mail the bedroom was freezing. He answered back “I figure you can not sleep naked anymore then”. I’d forgotten all about that whole Happy Hour discussion, and I could not believe he remebered! I said something like “Yes, too cold in my new place”, at least understand I was being true. 2 years ago, I broke up with that b/f, and was quite depressed. In an e-mail trying to cheer me up, Ron said (among other things), “Now you can sleep bare again”. Once again, believe he was still talking about it.
I found myself very happy that a man was thinking of my body – not that I had feelings for Ron, nor he for me, it just being alone and unhappy, it was nice that a man was talking about my body. I actually desired to keep the nude discussions going, so I began making up stories about being naked around my apartment. It was enjoyable to discuss, but oddly, I was not really doing any of it. Eventually, I did start to sleep naked, and adored the feeling when I woke up, and had sheets touching every portion of my body. I got real curious what it’d be like to be naked around others.
I located a spot that held monthly pool parties in the nude. I was incredibly nervous in the beginning, but they assured me that what ever state of dress I felt finest with was good. When I got there, I decided to keep my suit on in the beginning. I chatted with some people, and it felt really comfortable. In certain ways, I felt slow being dressed. Then low and behold who do I see, but my old buddy Shelly from that famous Happy Hour. I’ll never forget it, she was completely naked and had a large smile. She looked so amazing, so joyful, so uninhibited – she was everything I was hpoing to be. It was so different seeing someone from my “regular” world naked.
At that stage, I was overcome with a urge to show my body, so away went the suit, and I had the greatest time of my entire life! Everyone was so open and entertaining, and I loved the feel of being nude and free. Shelly presented me to some people she knew, we all had an excellent time. Since then I have been a routine at those pool parties and other naked occasions. It gave me the motivation to work out more, and get toned up. I am in the very best form of my entire life, am closer to Shelly then ever, and even found a great man. And it was all because I was frightened to say I slept with my clothes on 7 years ago :).

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