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First-Time Nudist Experience

Thought it Was a Joke

During a time I was experiencing a great deal of stress from my job, an acquaintance suggested that I visit a nudist resort as he said that he had read that being nude could relieve stress. I thought it was a joke. But I was intrigued so I visited a well known nudist resort a moderate distance from the city in which I then lived. When I arrived at the resort, I was quite apprehensive and nervous. But after paying the grounds fee and parking my car, I immediately disrobed and all of the apprehension, nervousness and feelings of stress disappeared. Thereafter, I continued to visit nudist resorts for several years and grew to thoroughly enjoy being nude. I still try to be nude as much as possible and I always find it to be a relaxing and enjoyable experience.

My First Time As A Nudist

Lets see, where did it all start? I guess I first realized that I was into nudity when we first moved into a Condo Area that abutted a State Park, which for us, had private access, due to a break in the chain link fence that was designed to separate the Park from the surrounding area; the Main Access was off of a well traveled road, and an entrance fee was charged, with strict time guidelines. I believe it was from 9:00 A.M. to 8:00 P.M.. Of course, that didn't apply to me, who was up before dawn and on my bicycle, headed for the "hole in the fence", clad only in a pair of short cutoffs and a tank-top. As it was still dark when I set out, I would wait until the Sun began to peek it's head above the horizon; dark enough for concealment, yet light enough to see the roads and trails clearly. I was smoking at the time, and would sit on my bicycle just at the edge of the fence, and have a cigarette while I waited for Sunrise. I would then enter the Park, which was quiet and uninhabited and well concealed from public view.
The first time I had done this, I was wary of the presence of others, and was quite careful to patrol the paved walkway which was well hidden from the surrounding area. Satisfied that I was truly alone except for a few species of wild-life, I would strip and place my meager attire in my back pack which I carried. I now felt completely free, and alone. I would walk my bike until I found a trail, which I would follow until I was deep in the woods, then leave the bike and the back-pack and hike along the trail, completely at peace and totally nude. There was something quite titillating about being naked in the woods, far from your clothes and any possibility of covering up, should you meet someone on an early hike. This happened only once, and the exchange consisted of a look of incredulity, answered with a cheerful "Good Morning" on my part. In the early days of this practice, I would dress and return to Society and my wife (who thought there was something wrong with me...thought I was 'KINKY'), around 10:00 AM or so, completely exhilarated and feeling free. Eventually, I would just stay out in the woods, and when the Sun was right, repair to one of my favorite "tanning" spots to oil up and try to remove those tan-lines. I would spend hours in the Sun, naked and free, enjoying the new lifestyle I had discovered.
As I grew to learn the Park and its routine more, I expanded my daily habits to a morning swim in the Pond which was far from the secret entrance, but far enough from the Main entrance, that it was still hidden from view; and anyway, the Park wasn't open, as it was only about 5:30 A.M.. I found this part of the experience to be delicious, and I reveled in the privacy and solitude that I would enjoy as I swam about totally naked, the water rushing over my body and stimulating every nerve ending. There was only ONCE, that a State Police Patrol happened by, but I was well submerged, and although they noticed my presence, did not respond in any way.
I had often yearned to try a Nudist Resort, but my wife would have none of it, and so I repressed the desire after awhile. Now, I am alone, and there is no reason for me not to savor the experience of social nudity.
I have come to realize, after reading some of the affidavits here, that yes, I AM a nudist. I enjoy being naked, sleeping so, and rising without even bothering to put on a robe, or closing the blinds all the way. Indeed, I often spend the entire day nude, engaging in whatever activities I pursue, such as Guitar practice, Qi-Gong, and Seated Meditation. I LOVE being NUDE!
I guess I'm a Nudist.

Decided to try

I am trying out being an at home nudist. I started this trend where I will take a shower and then air dry either outside or in my room. The first time I did this, I was a little nervous for being caught. Then I took the step outside and laid on my towel and it was such a wonderful experience. The feeling of the warm sun and breeze all over my body was a great feeling. One day, I will want to go to a nudist resort, but for now until I finish college, this will have to do

First day is coming!

Nearby Sun Ridge has just announced their opening day for the season, and I couldn't be more excited. This will be my first experience going to a nudist resort ever. I've been to a few nude beaches in the past and loved the experience, but with nude beaches being few and far between around here, I figured that nude recreation was all behind me. Surprise to find a nudist resort just a half mile away from home, and what's even better is that my wife is all for a nude adventure. I'll be stopping by on opening day to check the place out and to pick up some type of way to package a couple of day passes for the Mrs. And me to celebrate our upcoming anniversary. Maybe I'll wrap up the passes, a brochure, and some sunscreen. Maybe a towel and a colorful pareo, what else would we need? My biggest challenge will be to keep it secret. I'll be generously applying the sunscreen on that opening day reconnaissance trip as to not develop any kind of give away non-tan lines. I might be the only guy at a nudist resort trying to keep a pale tail tan line.

Can't wait to be nude again!


I grew up in the 60's and 70's in West Houston in a very nice neighborhood. I was pretty young and did not understand all of the politics of the time. But I did know that times were changing quickly and I watched the events unfolding with student protests over Vietnam and the wonder of the music festival at Woodstock.

Soon the phenomenon of streaking was becoming common and I wanted to be a part of that. But I was still a little apprehensive so I did it late at night. I took off all my clothes and snuck out my window. It was pretty excillarating to be naked and free of my clothing! I ran close to the houses and trees so a wandering patrol car would not spot me. Then I returned home and the safety of our house.

I was pretty pleased with myself and two nights later I became bolder. I ran about a mile without any clothes on to the neighborhood swimming club near Memorial Drive. I climbed over the fence and slid into the water. I swam a few laps and it felt very wonderful. After that night I never looked at the Wilchester. Swim Club the same way again!