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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. We moved to southern Illinois in mid summer, and after a few weeks some neighbors invited us to visit their summer cabin on the weekend. We had been to their house for dinner, and they to ours, and it seemed like a nice idea. They had a boat on a lake and offered to teach us to water ski.
I had performed some engineering work at a nearby resort some years back and had been struck by the comfort and ease that the resdidents conducted themselves while naked.
My first nudist experience with my aunt - pt. 1
After years of mental ping pong about if I should or should not I decided to take a tour of that same resort. After the tour was time I found myself paying the day fee and following the directions to the parking lot where I shed my clothes put a beach towel over my shoulder and proceeded to try a new adventure.
I walked to the main pool showered and jumped in the chilly but very clear water. Got out and ed a few folks in the conversation pool covid restriction first air dried and proceeded to truly enjoy the story spring day. I was amazed at how quickly being naked socially felt like a new norm. I eagerly look forward to my next visit and expanding my new lifestyle. I had seen a local story about the Pirates Cove nude beach in nearby Avila Beach.
I had thought about nudism for awhile by then. I went out looking for it one day in May and it took me a couple of days to find it. I found the bluff overlooking the Pacific at about 4the beach breathing in pm on a week day. The nudist area was empty. The beach was a broad C shape. There was a foot trail down to the beach and it helped to have some mountain goat in you to get down there.
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I took off my motorcycle boots and socks and sank my feet and toes into the sand, it was nice. I walked along the shore taking it all in. About half way down the beach someone had forgotten a large gold beach towel, good quality too! Now was the time.
I stripped off all of my clothes and put them on the towel. I turned toward the Sun and spread my feet wide apart, raised my arms overhead and spreading them apart, looking as if I had just won an Olympic gold medal.
The ocean breeze washed over my nude body raising goosebumps! It felt like every hair on my body was saluting at attention! I screamed out some unintelligible sound! I had never felt so alive, so free, so liberated! The sensation was so sensuous, so delicious! I was hooked. I was a nudist!
I walked around to the other end of the beach. I just could not get over how glorious my body felt! I went back to the towel and sat facing the Sun soaking up as much of Nature as I could for the next half hour. I gathered my clothes and new found beach towel and walked nude to the foot of the pathway.
I got dressed and made it up the bluff to my motorcycle and then to my apartment. This memory is so indelibly stamped into my memory, as if it were yesterday.
I made frequent visits. I had this beautiful brown body with no white areas for the first time in my life. It was also a little bit of a miracle that I made it through the summer quarter of !
For those who don't know, Iowa has strict laws against nudity. I identified myself as a nudist for sometime, but there was no place to practice this lifestyle nor people who can relate and share these experiences. That all changed when I got a promotion at work, and suddenly, I had the funds to finally explore nudism outside of Iowa.
I drove to the resort on a Wednesday due to my unusual work schedule and stayed the night in the cabin. I remember pulling my car up to the cabin, and I paused realizing this was going to be my first time naked not in a bathroom or in my apartment. I have always been self-conscious of my body because of my weight, but on that day, I got out of my car and undressed for the first time.
I was addicted from that moment on. What I will remember the most is the people.
From the staff to its members, everyone was so kind, and since I hadn't met many nudists before, they were more than willingly answer my questions. I loved sharing stories with people about nudism and how we got here. I was raised in a conservative Christian home, and I hanged out in similar crowds. I opened to one of my friends about being a nudist, and he turns around and tells an elder of our church.
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The next day, I'm being told by the elder that I needed help and counseling. I was still a devoted Christian. I was still ME. Being naked didn't change my morals. For a long time, being a Christian living in Iowa, I thought no one could understand me or accept me. At Blue Lake,I found community of people who could do just that.
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Nudity doesn't have to be shameful and sexual. Nudity can be wholesome and pure. My only regret is I only had one chance before the season ended, and now, I have to wait for the next summer. But I can't wait to come back. One word of advice for anyone reading this: Don't be afraid. Love casts out fear, and if you take a leap of faith and give nudism a chance, you'll see there's people out there ready to love and accept you for who are.
Me becoming a naturist was quite a natural development.
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I've been raised with no fuss about nudity in the family. We used to see each other nude in the bath and usually no one did dress for the way from bath to their rooms. My father used to sleep bottomless he still does, I asume and on sundays it was not uncommon that the family got together for a first coffee in their night-clothing.
In summer we often went to beaches at the baltic sea or the north sea and at least we kids ran around nude, even on non-nude beaches. Was no problem at that times. When it was a beach far from people or officially a nude beach, all went bare. That was pre-puberty, but it laid the seed. You never forget that feeling of freedom.
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Later, as we still went on vacations to Denmark with the family, we all went nude at the beach and in the dunes, some time with the family of my mothers brother and their two daughters of the same age as my brother and me. And there was an annual family meeting at a north sea beach with family from around Germany where only grandma did not undress.
After university and findig me a wife there I continued to stay nude at home after a shower or delayed changing from night clothing to day clothes. And one warm rainy day, based on fond memories of nude freedom, I just decided to stay nude as there was no need ahead to leave the house.
From that on, I only changed halfway after a sweaty day in business suite, slept bottomless regularly and nude, when it was very warm at night, and finally in summer sat nude on our balcony and even in my in-laws garden when they weren't home. And I realised, I was a nudist.
Today I only dress when I have to because of temperature or the intention to leave our apartment. I used to say that growing up during the s in the humid Midwest, we weren't nudists per se.
What I mean is that nudity wasn't an all the time thing around the house; rather, it was a matter of convenience and no one else was embarrassed or affronted if one of us was nude between the shower and the bedroom. In fact, having two older sisters plus my mom, plus me all living under one roof with only one bathroomnudity was a pragmatic approach to household efficiency.
By the time I was either 13 or 14 aroundmy two sisters had moved out, one ing the Navy while the other graduated from college, leaving just my mom and me and of course, a much more easily accessible bathroom yes, it's the little things in life! Although I didn't realize it at the time, I was about to discover something that has since shaped my perspective on nudity. Around this time, I remember that as I entered puberty, I had become much more private about myself, neither wanting to see nor participate in the household's practical nudity.
As an aside, I've learned that this is very common, even among kids who are raised in nudist households. Sometimes the kids outgrow it and return to nudism, even raising their own kids as nudists; sometimes they don't.