and enjoyed the feeling of being bare.
During my teen years I was not a recluse in my love of naturism and wouldn’t hesitate to declare to my love of being naked. Consistently in the context of the dialog, I never pushed it in peoples faces so to speak, but if the dialogue had a leaning toward skinny dipping or the like I ‘d say that I have no difficulty joining in or taking part.
Right up to the day I got married I ‘d not experienced social nudity like in a club or shore. Of course my wife knew of my love of being nude but at that time didn’t join me in my naked time. It was in the 2nd year of union that we wnt on a camping holiday to Europe with friends. On the return trip we stopped for a few nights on the Isle of Sylt which is just off Germany near the boarder with Denmark. My wife was there when she was http://tetyk.com as her family was stationed there with the RAF. There has been nude beaches on Sylt for years.
When we had set up the tent our buddies went off into town and I asked the wife if she wanted to take a look at the shore. To this she agreed. It was only the other side of the road from where we had camped so off we went. We walked through the dunes and came out on to a great beach where everybody were naked. The wife looked at me and smiled saying go on then I understand you wish to join in. So I did!!! This was my first time nude in a societal setting and it felt marvelous to be nude with others who appreciated the same feeling I did.
We sat down on the seashore and just relaxed for some time. The wife at this point was still textile. I am not one for sitting around for long intervals and went for a walk along the waters edge. On returning from my walk I spotted a sight that will stay with me forever, my wife was lying on her back absolutely bare. This was such a wonderful sight that I have to confess http://nudenudist.com gave me my first erection on a nude beach.
She said that she had felt the odd one out with others bare around her so she joined in. When we decided we better walk back to the tent we only picked up our clothes and walked as far as we dare before putting them back on to cross the dunes and the road back to the camp site.
When we got back to the tent our friend were back from town and asked us where we’d been so we told them we’d been to have a look at the nude beach. They inquired what it absolutely was like and if there were many folks there. We replied by saying there were two more when we got there… you should have seen there faces.
From that day forward we’ve loved a nudist lifestyle and not concealed the fact we’re nudists from friends or family. That was 37 years ago this summer. Some of the family however think we’re wierd but who cares… we do not.
Spread the word.. Bare is best. Bob..