Thursday 5 January 2012
Sexy Hot Blondes: Nicola McLean pictures
Sexy Hot Blondes: Nicola McLean pictures: Nicola McLean features on this years Celebrity Big Brother show on Channel 5. Sh...
Tuesday 3 January 2012
New nudism adult stories
Hey guys, this afternoon I've just posted five new erotic stories on nudism You can see them over to the right. They've got me all wet and juicy. I might just slide a finger or two you know where ;)
Jes's story... that started as a teenager
Hi, I am a young guy in his thirties, and I would like to use this media tell you the story of my life. I realize that I am not a naturist that lives the real naturist life. But I could change that…
It all started about twenty years ago. Just being fourteen years old I was having fun with some of my friends at one of our national forests. We were climbing the trees, jumping some brooks and smoking cigarettes.
We talked about girls, sometimes they were just fiction. And proudly talked about our maturing bodies and sexuality. But actually we were all a bit shy and ashamed of our bodies. Remembering our weekly swimming sessions with our school class we used a kind of ghost shaped cloth with a tied elastic band at the top for redressing and putting on our bathing suit.
This way we could redress without being nude in public. Until that warm summer day that me and my friends were spending at the pond This we found at a remote spot in our national forest. They dare me for a swim… They all had their bathing suit and "ghost cloth" with them, but my personal one was left at home. Encourage by my friends and with the additional adrenaline rush I shed my clothes and jumped into the water naked.
My friends couldn't believe their eyes and almost died with laughter. They were talking loudly and exited when I stepped out of the water in my birthday suit. Being naked in the sun and surrounded by the beautiful green nature was an overwhelming feeling. Strangely enough I could stay naked without my nudity being noticed by my friends.
I have to tell you that this would not be a single time experience. A few days later I found myself being alone in the forest. My friends could not join me that day, and again I felt the urge of skinnydipping. I was nervously walking up and down for about one and a half hour to finally make a decision.
I found a sheltered place took off my clothes and made a sprint towards the water. This time it was really a revelation, being naked in a beautiful natural environment. Using all my senses I enjoyed this very moment, but I was also filled with a bit of fear. I did not want to be caught !
But I must say it was an exhilarating experience really addictive !
Now, after many years recalling that very moment, and realizing what happened to me, I am amazed. I developed into a Secret Naturist, hiking dunes, forests, pastures and national parks, … In the Sun during daytime or at dawn in the twilight. Diving into a pool or rolling thru the snow… Always alone and with the fear of being caught.
Hundreds of times I am overwhelmed by being one with nature. At some rare moments I could be relaxing in the sun, but mostly I was restricted by being nude only for tens on minutes. I never have shared these moments with someone.
Never told anyone or have written down my experiences before. I always was a bit ashamed, the reason for this is that these first times also caused a bit of arousal. I regret this very much.
Nowadays this rarely happens.
I can enjoy and relax much more with being nude. The enjoyment is definitely the most important issue ! I love to feel the sun, and being clothfree enjoying walking the fields covered with morning dew…
Maybe a real naturist lingers deeply inside of me. Maybe I have to learn to enjoy social naturism. I don't know, I have always regarded it as a kind of taboo. And am afraid for being regarded as a sex offender, in spite of the fact that I have lost the erotic feelings about it and don't want to be seen by anyone. Strangely enough I have never read or heard a similar story, but I know for sure that there are people having the same experiences right now.
I truly enjoyed putting this all on paper, thank you for reading my story. And please don't hesitate to respond.
It all started about twenty years ago. Just being fourteen years old I was having fun with some of my friends at one of our national forests. We were climbing the trees, jumping some brooks and smoking cigarettes.
We talked about girls, sometimes they were just fiction. And proudly talked about our maturing bodies and sexuality. But actually we were all a bit shy and ashamed of our bodies. Remembering our weekly swimming sessions with our school class we used a kind of ghost shaped cloth with a tied elastic band at the top for redressing and putting on our bathing suit.
This way we could redress without being nude in public. Until that warm summer day that me and my friends were spending at the pond This we found at a remote spot in our national forest. They dare me for a swim… They all had their bathing suit and "ghost cloth" with them, but my personal one was left at home. Encourage by my friends and with the additional adrenaline rush I shed my clothes and jumped into the water naked.
My friends couldn't believe their eyes and almost died with laughter. They were talking loudly and exited when I stepped out of the water in my birthday suit. Being naked in the sun and surrounded by the beautiful green nature was an overwhelming feeling. Strangely enough I could stay naked without my nudity being noticed by my friends.
I have to tell you that this would not be a single time experience. A few days later I found myself being alone in the forest. My friends could not join me that day, and again I felt the urge of skinnydipping. I was nervously walking up and down for about one and a half hour to finally make a decision.
I found a sheltered place took off my clothes and made a sprint towards the water. This time it was really a revelation, being naked in a beautiful natural environment. Using all my senses I enjoyed this very moment, but I was also filled with a bit of fear. I did not want to be caught !
But I must say it was an exhilarating experience really addictive !
Now, after many years recalling that very moment, and realizing what happened to me, I am amazed. I developed into a Secret Naturist, hiking dunes, forests, pastures and national parks, … In the Sun during daytime or at dawn in the twilight. Diving into a pool or rolling thru the snow… Always alone and with the fear of being caught.
Hundreds of times I am overwhelmed by being one with nature. At some rare moments I could be relaxing in the sun, but mostly I was restricted by being nude only for tens on minutes. I never have shared these moments with someone.
Never told anyone or have written down my experiences before. I always was a bit ashamed, the reason for this is that these first times also caused a bit of arousal. I regret this very much.
Nowadays this rarely happens.
I can enjoy and relax much more with being nude. The enjoyment is definitely the most important issue ! I love to feel the sun, and being clothfree enjoying walking the fields covered with morning dew…
Maybe a real naturist lingers deeply inside of me. Maybe I have to learn to enjoy social naturism. I don't know, I have always regarded it as a kind of taboo. And am afraid for being regarded as a sex offender, in spite of the fact that I have lost the erotic feelings about it and don't want to be seen by anyone. Strangely enough I have never read or heard a similar story, but I know for sure that there are people having the same experiences right now.
I truly enjoyed putting this all on paper, thank you for reading my story. And please don't hesitate to respond.
Jerry's first time experience
My first experience was skinnydipping with two of my cousins, they were brother and sister and lived on a farm. At a small lake, during a summer visit it was a very warm day. We were all about age 12, which was a curious age for early sex.
We took off our clothes and jumped in the water quickly, so not to see each others nakedness. We quickly dared each other to show ouselves to each other. And there you have three youth, learning about public nakedness.
The next time we went swimming, there was no hesitation about being naked in front of each other.
In fact we really enjoyed the freedom of not wearing bathing suits, and feeling nothing between our bodies and the water, and our curious eyes.
I will admit that our early fun with nudity did lead to sexual exploration, but thats another story. From then on, I enjoyed my nudity, to the present day. I would like to hear from others early nude experiences.
We took off our clothes and jumped in the water quickly, so not to see each others nakedness. We quickly dared each other to show ouselves to each other. And there you have three youth, learning about public nakedness.
The next time we went swimming, there was no hesitation about being naked in front of each other.
In fact we really enjoyed the freedom of not wearing bathing suits, and feeling nothing between our bodies and the water, and our curious eyes.
I will admit that our early fun with nudity did lead to sexual exploration, but thats another story. From then on, I enjoyed my nudity, to the present day. I would like to hear from others early nude experiences.
My first skinny dip
It was the end of the September of a long hot summer,
I had finished working for the vacation and soon would be back at University. I was 19 and decided that I could fit in a trip to the Isle of Man, but the speed with which I would depart meant that I would go away on my own. Next morning I was off on an early train to Liverpool Exchange.
A short walk down Tithebarn St and Chapel St took me to the Pierhead where I boarded SS King Orry for an uneventful trip to Douglas. King Orry was a real steamship with real boilers and real steam turbines!
The boarding house which I had in mind from looking at adverts in the local paper was already shut, for the season was ending. Over 40 years later he is still at it! (The afternoon ferry to Liverpool and all ferries to Fleetwood had stopped too, until spring.) I was able to book in next door. One afternoon I decided that the next day I would go on the Manx Electric Railway and call at many of the glens which lie on the east coast of the island.
I remember calling at the delightful Groudle Glen and at the less memorable Garwick Glen.
At the somewhat forbiddingly named Dhoon Glen I was the only person to get off the tram.
But it was beautiful, with steep sides full of trees and other greenery.
The path dropped down and down, past waterfalls, down and down until I reached a rocky beach. Here I ate my lunch and drank a can of beer, wandered over rocks and boulders, clambered along the edge of the sea and found myself on a shelf of rock with the sea lapping at its edge. Suddenly the thought of a swim burst into my mind, but I had no trunks. Should I? But I might be seen!
Oh, stop it! No one else got off the tram, you've seen no one since you entered the glen!
A few moments later I stood naked on the edge of the shelf, and slipped feet first into the sea scraping my bum slightly as I went in. It was colder that I was expecting, but I really enjoyed the experience.
The gentle swell of the sea lifted me slowly up and down, pushed me back and forth giving me one of the most memorable events of my life. There was no towel to dry myself with so I got dressed wet.
This holiday was even more memorable because the previous day I had plucked up courage to go to the Russian steam bath in Douglas. I knew that I would be naked apart from a towel, knew little more than that. The attendant told me to go into a cubicle and undress, which I did, and so found myself in the nude at one end of a room with a pile of towels at the other.
It was a mistake I have never made since. Towel first, strip second is the First Law of Saunas, Russians and Turks. So there I was a gangly self-conscious 19 year old walking along stark naked down the middle of the room. It seemed an eternity before I got the towel round me.
I have no idea how long I had been there, sweating and showering, sweating and showering when the attendant called to me, "Moth", he said, (no he didn't, he used my real name), "time for your ...." He used a word which I did not understand and still cannot remember, but it was a body scrub.
"Face down on the slab," he said. "Towel please," he added. So I dropped the towel and lay on the slab while he scrubbed me and hosed me down with seawater. I lay there dreading the order to turn over when my masculinity would be revealed with no towel for cover. But the order came, and I survived without embarrassment.
Again it was a case of scrub and seawater. So that was my first time in that kind of facility, and now I am a frequent visitor. I returned to Liverpool aboard King Orry.
The following year I returned to the Isle of Man, having enjoyed that holiday so much.
This time I planned much of it beforehand and booked ahead at the Youth Hostel at Ramsey. Yes, I took the tram from Douglas to Ramsey and broke my journey at Dhoon only two hours or so after getting off the boat, King Orry again! Luggage? you ask. All in a rucksack.
Down to the beach to get naked and get swimming. The tide was low! It was impossible to swim where I swam previously. I clambered and slithered over the rocks in the centre of the bay, stripped off and somehow got into the sea, but it was not an enjoyable experience because of the slippery rocks and the shallowness of the water.
The warden of the hostel had given up on me arriving because I arrived at about 9pm; he told me that I had the whole hostel to myself; he had had no-one for about 4 days and one more person was booked in for one night a few days ahead. So, keeping note of the warden's movements, I was able to wander round the Youth Hostel naked many times.
The local newspaper gave me the times of high tide, and I timed another visit to Dhoon for high tide and was able to swim nude from the same rocky shelf I swam the previous year.
There were three hostels on the island in those days and I went to stay at Port Erin for three nights. Again I was the only hosteller there and was able to wander round almost the whole building in my skin. Alas, I found nowhere in that part of the island where the water looked safe for swimming and which was secluded enough to do it as a skinny-dip.
My return to Douglas was on the steam railway, and thence back to Ramsey on the tram.
In the hostel I met the other hosteller who needed to rise early the next day to start his homeward journey. Back on my own I took advantage of the huge sinks in the members' kitchen and used one of them as a bath. Few hostels in those days had showers, and those few were all fed with icy cold water.
Morning took me on the bus to Douglas, the first tram being too late to connect with the only ferry to Liverpool, and so ended the second of two delightful holidays on the Isle of Man.
Even at that age I had become a confirmed Secret Naturist. At the end of this holiday the trip back to Liverpool was aboard SS Manxman.
Although I have returned to the Isle of Man since, it has not been for holidays, but I hope to return one day. I hear that time has been kind to the Manx Electric Railway and hope too that it has been kind to Dhoon Glen. I trust that it remains as beautiful as it was when I was a lanky undergraduate.
I had finished working for the vacation and soon would be back at University. I was 19 and decided that I could fit in a trip to the Isle of Man, but the speed with which I would depart meant that I would go away on my own. Next morning I was off on an early train to Liverpool Exchange.
A short walk down Tithebarn St and Chapel St took me to the Pierhead where I boarded SS King Orry for an uneventful trip to Douglas. King Orry was a real steamship with real boilers and real steam turbines!
The boarding house which I had in mind from looking at adverts in the local paper was already shut, for the season was ending. Over 40 years later he is still at it! (The afternoon ferry to Liverpool and all ferries to Fleetwood had stopped too, until spring.) I was able to book in next door. One afternoon I decided that the next day I would go on the Manx Electric Railway and call at many of the glens which lie on the east coast of the island.
I remember calling at the delightful Groudle Glen and at the less memorable Garwick Glen.
At the somewhat forbiddingly named Dhoon Glen I was the only person to get off the tram.
But it was beautiful, with steep sides full of trees and other greenery.
The path dropped down and down, past waterfalls, down and down until I reached a rocky beach. Here I ate my lunch and drank a can of beer, wandered over rocks and boulders, clambered along the edge of the sea and found myself on a shelf of rock with the sea lapping at its edge. Suddenly the thought of a swim burst into my mind, but I had no trunks. Should I? But I might be seen!
Oh, stop it! No one else got off the tram, you've seen no one since you entered the glen!
A few moments later I stood naked on the edge of the shelf, and slipped feet first into the sea scraping my bum slightly as I went in. It was colder that I was expecting, but I really enjoyed the experience.
The gentle swell of the sea lifted me slowly up and down, pushed me back and forth giving me one of the most memorable events of my life. There was no towel to dry myself with so I got dressed wet.
This holiday was even more memorable because the previous day I had plucked up courage to go to the Russian steam bath in Douglas. I knew that I would be naked apart from a towel, knew little more than that. The attendant told me to go into a cubicle and undress, which I did, and so found myself in the nude at one end of a room with a pile of towels at the other.
It was a mistake I have never made since. Towel first, strip second is the First Law of Saunas, Russians and Turks. So there I was a gangly self-conscious 19 year old walking along stark naked down the middle of the room. It seemed an eternity before I got the towel round me.
I have no idea how long I had been there, sweating and showering, sweating and showering when the attendant called to me, "Moth", he said, (no he didn't, he used my real name), "time for your ...." He used a word which I did not understand and still cannot remember, but it was a body scrub.
"Face down on the slab," he said. "Towel please," he added. So I dropped the towel and lay on the slab while he scrubbed me and hosed me down with seawater. I lay there dreading the order to turn over when my masculinity would be revealed with no towel for cover. But the order came, and I survived without embarrassment.
Again it was a case of scrub and seawater. So that was my first time in that kind of facility, and now I am a frequent visitor. I returned to Liverpool aboard King Orry.
The following year I returned to the Isle of Man, having enjoyed that holiday so much.
This time I planned much of it beforehand and booked ahead at the Youth Hostel at Ramsey. Yes, I took the tram from Douglas to Ramsey and broke my journey at Dhoon only two hours or so after getting off the boat, King Orry again! Luggage? you ask. All in a rucksack.
Down to the beach to get naked and get swimming. The tide was low! It was impossible to swim where I swam previously. I clambered and slithered over the rocks in the centre of the bay, stripped off and somehow got into the sea, but it was not an enjoyable experience because of the slippery rocks and the shallowness of the water.
The warden of the hostel had given up on me arriving because I arrived at about 9pm; he told me that I had the whole hostel to myself; he had had no-one for about 4 days and one more person was booked in for one night a few days ahead. So, keeping note of the warden's movements, I was able to wander round the Youth Hostel naked many times.
The local newspaper gave me the times of high tide, and I timed another visit to Dhoon for high tide and was able to swim nude from the same rocky shelf I swam the previous year.
There were three hostels on the island in those days and I went to stay at Port Erin for three nights. Again I was the only hosteller there and was able to wander round almost the whole building in my skin. Alas, I found nowhere in that part of the island where the water looked safe for swimming and which was secluded enough to do it as a skinny-dip.
My return to Douglas was on the steam railway, and thence back to Ramsey on the tram.
In the hostel I met the other hosteller who needed to rise early the next day to start his homeward journey. Back on my own I took advantage of the huge sinks in the members' kitchen and used one of them as a bath. Few hostels in those days had showers, and those few were all fed with icy cold water.
Morning took me on the bus to Douglas, the first tram being too late to connect with the only ferry to Liverpool, and so ended the second of two delightful holidays on the Isle of Man.
Even at that age I had become a confirmed Secret Naturist. At the end of this holiday the trip back to Liverpool was aboard SS Manxman.
Although I have returned to the Isle of Man since, it has not been for holidays, but I hope to return one day. I hear that time has been kind to the Manx Electric Railway and hope too that it has been kind to Dhoon Glen. I trust that it remains as beautiful as it was when I was a lanky undergraduate.
Anna's naturist life that began when she was 16
My parents are not nudist fans, but we would often go to the lake nearby and swim naked. When I was 16, I went to the lake on my own and bathed naked all by myself, but after a few days I got bored with being nude only in the water or the shore and so I went for a little walk around the area by the lake, not far, only till the border of the nudist area, naked and barefoot. The next day I again went to the lake, took off my clothes, but instead of going into the water I went across the nudist area wearing only my sneakers.
At the end of the nudist area I noticed a path that led through the forest by the lake and I thought I would just go there. So I ran around the woods naked. I noticed many walkways which would be suitable for bicycle riding and suddenly I had the idea to go for a nude bicycle ride.
The next day I was ready to ride my bicycle so instead of going to the lake I went straight to the forest, stripped off leaving only my sneakers on. I knew there wouldn't be many people around the area and so I rode a few kilometres. I carried on with this for a few days until I had the idea to ride all the way home. I rode to the main road but then changed my mind as I didn't dare riding all the way home which was about 200 meters off the main road.
One day my mother told me that we would be visiting Nanna. I told her that I didn't want to go, that I'd rather go to the lake. So I went to the lake, stripped off, put my clothes in the bicycle basket and rode to the forest. After a few hours it had become dark and when I was at the main road I thought I had to give it a go and quickly crossed the main road to my home. Within 2 minutes I was in our backyard.
The day was so super but I didn't know that one of our neighbours had seen me . . .
She told my dad the next day but he didn't say anything to me.
One week later my parents had a couple of days off, but they didn't come to the lake with me They stayed home instead. My big brother (19) and my sister (20) were in Spain on vacation.
So I went to the lake, ambled around a little while and after half an hour went to my bike with only my sneakers on. It was stupid of me to have left my clothes by the lake that day.
My parents also went to the lake a bit later, not to swim but to observe me. When they saw that I was off on my bike in the nude they simply took my clothes and went home.
After a few hours I came back to the lake when I suddenly realized that my clothes were gone ! I searched for them, completely naked, but could not find them.
I was close to tears. I had no idea what my parents would say when I turned up at home completely naked. And I was afraid that someone would see me on my way home for it was a weekend and therefore pretty busy. So I waited until it was dark and after a lot of thinking about it, I finally rode home. Luckily no one saw me or so I thought. I quickly opened the garden gate leaving my bicycle behind.
I then ran to the basement and up the stairs to get to my room, but my mum caught me.
"Please come here for a moment, what's with you" my mother asked. I wanted to tell her that my clothes had been stolen but she held them in her hands. I cannot describe how shocked I was! My mum took me to the kitchen and we sat down. I wanted to get dressed but my dad wouldn't have any of it. "You will stay nude until we have spoken about it" he said.
We talked for an hour and they simply told me that they didn't mind me being nude and I could go around the home naked. Then my dad said to me "You are going to stay naked for 3 days at home until your brother and sister come back from their holidays, that's your punishment whether you like it or not". So I went around the home nude, did everything naked and found it so cool.
When my brother and sister came back my mum talked to them. My brother first laughed but didn't object and my sister didn't have any problems at all, she too found it rather cool and so did most visitors. My parents talked to them first and most had no problems with that, however if someone objects then I get dressed of course.
I'm 19 years old now and have lived mostly in the nude since the last 3 years. I still get excited when I remember the experience, simply being naked outside with only my sneakers on, but I discuss any such endeavour with my parents first. I now go naked to visit my girlfriend next door and our neighbours all know that I'm a nudist fan and have seen me already nude! I told my mum two days ago that I wanted to visit our relatives naked, and so we drove there, with me being nude all the way from home and back. I have had many more experiences and will write about them shortly.
At the end of the nudist area I noticed a path that led through the forest by the lake and I thought I would just go there. So I ran around the woods naked. I noticed many walkways which would be suitable for bicycle riding and suddenly I had the idea to go for a nude bicycle ride.
The next day I was ready to ride my bicycle so instead of going to the lake I went straight to the forest, stripped off leaving only my sneakers on. I knew there wouldn't be many people around the area and so I rode a few kilometres. I carried on with this for a few days until I had the idea to ride all the way home. I rode to the main road but then changed my mind as I didn't dare riding all the way home which was about 200 meters off the main road.
One day my mother told me that we would be visiting Nanna. I told her that I didn't want to go, that I'd rather go to the lake. So I went to the lake, stripped off, put my clothes in the bicycle basket and rode to the forest. After a few hours it had become dark and when I was at the main road I thought I had to give it a go and quickly crossed the main road to my home. Within 2 minutes I was in our backyard.
The day was so super but I didn't know that one of our neighbours had seen me . . .
She told my dad the next day but he didn't say anything to me.
One week later my parents had a couple of days off, but they didn't come to the lake with me They stayed home instead. My big brother (19) and my sister (20) were in Spain on vacation.
So I went to the lake, ambled around a little while and after half an hour went to my bike with only my sneakers on. It was stupid of me to have left my clothes by the lake that day.
My parents also went to the lake a bit later, not to swim but to observe me. When they saw that I was off on my bike in the nude they simply took my clothes and went home.
After a few hours I came back to the lake when I suddenly realized that my clothes were gone ! I searched for them, completely naked, but could not find them.
I was close to tears. I had no idea what my parents would say when I turned up at home completely naked. And I was afraid that someone would see me on my way home for it was a weekend and therefore pretty busy. So I waited until it was dark and after a lot of thinking about it, I finally rode home. Luckily no one saw me or so I thought. I quickly opened the garden gate leaving my bicycle behind.
I then ran to the basement and up the stairs to get to my room, but my mum caught me.
"Please come here for a moment, what's with you" my mother asked. I wanted to tell her that my clothes had been stolen but she held them in her hands. I cannot describe how shocked I was! My mum took me to the kitchen and we sat down. I wanted to get dressed but my dad wouldn't have any of it. "You will stay nude until we have spoken about it" he said.
We talked for an hour and they simply told me that they didn't mind me being nude and I could go around the home naked. Then my dad said to me "You are going to stay naked for 3 days at home until your brother and sister come back from their holidays, that's your punishment whether you like it or not". So I went around the home nude, did everything naked and found it so cool.
When my brother and sister came back my mum talked to them. My brother first laughed but didn't object and my sister didn't have any problems at all, she too found it rather cool and so did most visitors. My parents talked to them first and most had no problems with that, however if someone objects then I get dressed of course.
I'm 19 years old now and have lived mostly in the nude since the last 3 years. I still get excited when I remember the experience, simply being naked outside with only my sneakers on, but I discuss any such endeavour with my parents first. I now go naked to visit my girlfriend next door and our neighbours all know that I'm a nudist fan and have seen me already nude! I told my mum two days ago that I wanted to visit our relatives naked, and so we drove there, with me being nude all the way from home and back. I have had many more experiences and will write about them shortly.
Jim's first visit to a nudist resort
It was late winter, close to spring, yet very cold. I was about to celebrate my thirteenth birthday later in the summer. February has always been a very depressing month for me. Maybe that is way God caused it to be the shortest month. The weather was bitter cold, windy and snowy. I had been stuck in the house for three days. I had the German measles. Feeling rotten and irritable plus my brother Butch, who was five years older then I; and felt that somehow that made him my full time guardian, always brought out the worst in me, started bickering which we did often. So my mother in her infinite wisdom decided to separate us before it broke out in a wrestling match. She sent Butch to our bedroom to watch T.V. and me to her's and Dad's bedroom to take a nap. The medication the doctor gave me was suppose to make me drowsy. The only problem was that I didn't want to take a nap. However Mom insisted that I at least go to their bedroom to get away from my brother.
While in Mom's and Dad's bedroom I looked in the bookcase at the head of the bed. There I found several magazines with pictures of naked people. Men, women, boys, and girls with absolutely no clothes on. The magazines were Sun Era and Sunshine and Health, nudist publications. After I had looked at all the pictures I started to read the articles. Everybody in the magazines appeared to be having fun. Camping, swimming, playing volley ball, bad mitten, baseball, or just relaxing. Everything I would enjoy doing they seemed to do regularly. After that day I often came up with excuses to go into my parents bedroom just to look at the magazines again.
Finally one day I asked my father if he was a member of Alpine Lodge, the nearest nudist club to our home in Ohio listed in the directory of the magazines. Dad said no, and asked what was it, and why did I ask. In my youthful ease I answered, "I don't know, I just thought I'd ask." It was then that I decided to write a letter to the club and ask if I could visit some weekend. I wanted to have fun just like the boys in the magazines. About three weeks later I received a letter from the club. I had returned from school, Mom and Dad was setting at the kitchen table. Dad said, "Jim you have a letter from Alpine Lodge." I flushed and opened my letter...
Dad then asked, "What is it?" I told him the truth. The letter was inviting me to visit the camp in about four weeks, the third weekend in May. So I asked Dad if I could go. He stated, if I wanted to run around naked that was my business. He spent the four weeks teasing me about wanting to go around naked. Dad at one point told me I couldn't wear clothes any more in the house, and to stripe off all my clothes. I didn't, but I sure turned red at the idea. My sister got a big laugh out of that. She was a year older then I was. My brother was in and out of the house so much that he wasn't a part of what was going on. He was going into the Navy right after graduation and that was only a week away. The Idea of being naked in front of my mother was questionable to me, but in front of my sister it was unthinkable. The Friday before my visit came. I was beginning to have second thoughts about it. I had a difficult time going to sleep that night but finally I fell asleep.
Mom woke me early Saturday and said it was time to get ready to go. Mom and Dad was going to drop me off at the nudist club on their way to Cleveland to visit friends over the weekend and then pick me up on Sunday night. My sister, Wonda, was going with my parents. We had breakfast and everybody except Dad, was quieter than usual, Dad insisted on making commits about me running around naked. We started off and it was exceptionally warm. Dad put the top of the convertible down before we left the house. As we left Columbus I was getting nervous. We exited off the freeway on to a highway. The trees were green and wild flowers were beginning to bloom. We left the highway onto a country road, I had butterflies in my stomach.
I was thinking about telling Dad to forget it, I would go with them to their friends house in Cleveland. No! I really wanted to be just like the boys and girls in the magazines having fun in the nude; but why did my dumb sister have to be with us. I swallowed hard.
We pulled onto a dirt drive way and came to a gate. On a pole next to the gate there was a box with an intercom. Dad called, a man came down to the gate opened it and Dad drove in.
We passed a sign that read... "Nudist Only Beyond This Point." Dad pulled into a parking area in front of several trailers. It was still early in the morning. No one was out and about. Dad parked the car. He then turned around and told me to get out of the car. I expected Dad to say something smart and tell me to be good and do what was asked of me by who ever was going to be in charge and then leave. I climbed out of the back seat not to sure I wanted to go through with it after all.
Dad coldly stated, "You are here now. Take off your clothes." There was no hint of joking; this time he was serious. My cheeks felt like they was on fire. I just stood there. Then Dad added, " You want to be a nudist, get your clothes off." I looked in the back seat at my sister, who was just setting there staring at me, then I looked towards Mom. Mom hadn't seen me nude since I was six or seven years old. My sister had never seen me undressed; ever!
I really started to resent her being there especially right then. When I glanced back towards Mom our eyes meet. I was wondering what she was thinking of me, and I was doubting if I could go through with it. Mom gave me the quite, "Everything is O.K." looks. The one that was just between Mom and me. The look that I often watched for when I wasn't sure of what I was suppose to do.
There was a large lump in my throat. I swallowed several times trying to get rid of it. I really did want to spend my summer having fun. Swimming, playing, doing all the things I had read about . The best way I knew to make sure that I would was to go through with what I started. With the top down on the convertible there was no place to take my clothes off except in full view of my father, mother, and sister. Almost unconsciously I started to unbutton my shirt.
I took it off and laid it in the back seat of the car beside my sister. I pulled off my T-shirt putting it with my shirt, my shoes and socks came next. My sister's eyes were like saucers, she just sat there and stared at me. I unfastened my belt, unhooked my pants. Each movement seemed to take forever. Everything seemed in slow motion. I unzipped the zipper; the sound was unnaturally loud. Off came my pants. I cautiously laid them on the seat with the rest of my clothes.
I stood there in my jockey shorts. I felt the warmth of the early morning sun. It seemed to reinforce my resolve to go through with getting my clothes off. The air on my bare skin was whispering that this was right. It was time; the moment of truth !
I looked once more at my sister. She was still staring at me nervously. When I looked back at Mom our eyes locked. My heart was beating like a drum. I was reading clam assurance from Mom's eyes. A little concern mixed with slight embarrassment for me. I could tell that she was worried that this not being good for my emotional well being. Knowing that Mom was there and watching had a strange affect on me. Instead of being embarrassed, which I was, I was feeling support from her knowing that she still loved me. Even if I wanted to be a nudist. I took one more big gulp of air into my lungs and reached down pulling my underwear down and stepped out of them. I laid them on the pile of clothes already in the back seat of the car.
Mom's eyes never left mine. Her expression changed to a slight smile. There I was standing completely nude in front of God, Mom, Dad, and my sister, and anyone else who wanted to look.
I continued to keep eye contact with Mom. I felt her gaze upon my naked body, she looked upon my entire body. For some reason that didn't bother me. I would have thought it would. She was still smiling gently with an amused look in her eyes as she looked back at my sister and then at Dad.
My sister's eye's were glued on me. She was blushing, fighting to look away only to stare harder at me. Mom said, "What now Bill ?" Dad had a funny embarrassed look on him. He got out of the car and we walked over to the office where we was to sign me in. The lady who came into the office was wearing a house coat and a big friendly smile. As Dad signed me in she said," This must be Jim. We was expecting you today." After signing in, she gave Dad a key to a trailer that I was to stay in for the weekend. Mom and Wonda was still setting in the car when we came back. Minutes before I was wishing that Wonda wasn't there to see me naked, but now I found it really funny that she was so shocked by the situation that she couldn't stop staring at my nude body. Dad unlocked the trailer and lead the way inside. Mom and Wonda was out of the car and was following him in. As I walked in Dad was starting to blush a little.
He told Wonda and I to go outside for awhile. We did. In a couple of minutes Dad emerged from the trailer. This time he was also nude. He told Wonda to go inside and help Mom. Dad instructed me to pick up my clothes from the car and take them into the trailer. Upon entering Mom was standing in front of a closet hanging up clothes totally nude. Wonda was in the back room.She was taking her clothes off too. Mom turned a gave me one of her great big smiles and took my clothes from me and started to hang them up also. Wonda came out of the back room carrying her clothes also. After the clothes were put away. Mom reached out and hugged me real hard. She said, That's for being so bold."
Dad then suggested that Wonda and I go out and explore the grounds. As Wonda and I was walking around Wonda stopped. She looked at me and asked, "Where did you ever get the courage to take off your clothes like that." I told her about looking at the magazines and deciding I wanted to spend my summer having fun. As we spent the day together we gradually forgot that we were nude. It seemed so natural that I didn't even think of being naked in front of my sister any longer. Who cared anyway, I was just one of many nude boys having fun.
Later I found out that the person who received my letter called Dad and told him I had written a letter and not being twenty-one I could not join on my own. Dad and Mom had talked it over and decided to give nudism a try. So the secretary sent Dad the information and then sent me the letter inviting me to visit.
We came home Sunday night all was back to the same routine. My brother knew that I was suppose to visit a nudist camp but he didn't believe we actually went. That Wednesday he was to leave to go into the Navy. He was graduating Monday and wanted to hit the high seas. Thursday I came down stairs to find my sister setting nude in the living room watching television with my parents. I went upstairs Took off my clothes,and joined them.
That had began how we lived at home a lot. If we was wearing clothes fine if we wasn't that was fine too. No more worrying about robes on every trip to the bathroom or pajamas to wear as I slept. If we were nude we stayed that way until we had a reason to get dressed. The house we lived in was isolated from the road. There were times when we played in the back yard nude also. In fact we only put clothes on for comfort and safety, or if we were going out or someone was coming over. We was visiting the nudist club about every weekend. We would get there on Friday evening and stay until Sunday evening. This is how our family became nudist/naturist. One boy just wanted to have fun.
While in Mom's and Dad's bedroom I looked in the bookcase at the head of the bed. There I found several magazines with pictures of naked people. Men, women, boys, and girls with absolutely no clothes on. The magazines were Sun Era and Sunshine and Health, nudist publications. After I had looked at all the pictures I started to read the articles. Everybody in the magazines appeared to be having fun. Camping, swimming, playing volley ball, bad mitten, baseball, or just relaxing. Everything I would enjoy doing they seemed to do regularly. After that day I often came up with excuses to go into my parents bedroom just to look at the magazines again.
Finally one day I asked my father if he was a member of Alpine Lodge, the nearest nudist club to our home in Ohio listed in the directory of the magazines. Dad said no, and asked what was it, and why did I ask. In my youthful ease I answered, "I don't know, I just thought I'd ask." It was then that I decided to write a letter to the club and ask if I could visit some weekend. I wanted to have fun just like the boys in the magazines. About three weeks later I received a letter from the club. I had returned from school, Mom and Dad was setting at the kitchen table. Dad said, "Jim you have a letter from Alpine Lodge." I flushed and opened my letter...
Dad then asked, "What is it?" I told him the truth. The letter was inviting me to visit the camp in about four weeks, the third weekend in May. So I asked Dad if I could go. He stated, if I wanted to run around naked that was my business. He spent the four weeks teasing me about wanting to go around naked. Dad at one point told me I couldn't wear clothes any more in the house, and to stripe off all my clothes. I didn't, but I sure turned red at the idea. My sister got a big laugh out of that. She was a year older then I was. My brother was in and out of the house so much that he wasn't a part of what was going on. He was going into the Navy right after graduation and that was only a week away. The Idea of being naked in front of my mother was questionable to me, but in front of my sister it was unthinkable. The Friday before my visit came. I was beginning to have second thoughts about it. I had a difficult time going to sleep that night but finally I fell asleep.
Mom woke me early Saturday and said it was time to get ready to go. Mom and Dad was going to drop me off at the nudist club on their way to Cleveland to visit friends over the weekend and then pick me up on Sunday night. My sister, Wonda, was going with my parents. We had breakfast and everybody except Dad, was quieter than usual, Dad insisted on making commits about me running around naked. We started off and it was exceptionally warm. Dad put the top of the convertible down before we left the house. As we left Columbus I was getting nervous. We exited off the freeway on to a highway. The trees were green and wild flowers were beginning to bloom. We left the highway onto a country road, I had butterflies in my stomach.
I was thinking about telling Dad to forget it, I would go with them to their friends house in Cleveland. No! I really wanted to be just like the boys and girls in the magazines having fun in the nude; but why did my dumb sister have to be with us. I swallowed hard.
We pulled onto a dirt drive way and came to a gate. On a pole next to the gate there was a box with an intercom. Dad called, a man came down to the gate opened it and Dad drove in.
We passed a sign that read... "Nudist Only Beyond This Point." Dad pulled into a parking area in front of several trailers. It was still early in the morning. No one was out and about. Dad parked the car. He then turned around and told me to get out of the car. I expected Dad to say something smart and tell me to be good and do what was asked of me by who ever was going to be in charge and then leave. I climbed out of the back seat not to sure I wanted to go through with it after all.
Dad coldly stated, "You are here now. Take off your clothes." There was no hint of joking; this time he was serious. My cheeks felt like they was on fire. I just stood there. Then Dad added, " You want to be a nudist, get your clothes off." I looked in the back seat at my sister, who was just setting there staring at me, then I looked towards Mom. Mom hadn't seen me nude since I was six or seven years old. My sister had never seen me undressed; ever!
I really started to resent her being there especially right then. When I glanced back towards Mom our eyes meet. I was wondering what she was thinking of me, and I was doubting if I could go through with it. Mom gave me the quite, "Everything is O.K." looks. The one that was just between Mom and me. The look that I often watched for when I wasn't sure of what I was suppose to do.
There was a large lump in my throat. I swallowed several times trying to get rid of it. I really did want to spend my summer having fun. Swimming, playing, doing all the things I had read about . The best way I knew to make sure that I would was to go through with what I started. With the top down on the convertible there was no place to take my clothes off except in full view of my father, mother, and sister. Almost unconsciously I started to unbutton my shirt.
I took it off and laid it in the back seat of the car beside my sister. I pulled off my T-shirt putting it with my shirt, my shoes and socks came next. My sister's eyes were like saucers, she just sat there and stared at me. I unfastened my belt, unhooked my pants. Each movement seemed to take forever. Everything seemed in slow motion. I unzipped the zipper; the sound was unnaturally loud. Off came my pants. I cautiously laid them on the seat with the rest of my clothes.
I stood there in my jockey shorts. I felt the warmth of the early morning sun. It seemed to reinforce my resolve to go through with getting my clothes off. The air on my bare skin was whispering that this was right. It was time; the moment of truth !
I looked once more at my sister. She was still staring at me nervously. When I looked back at Mom our eyes locked. My heart was beating like a drum. I was reading clam assurance from Mom's eyes. A little concern mixed with slight embarrassment for me. I could tell that she was worried that this not being good for my emotional well being. Knowing that Mom was there and watching had a strange affect on me. Instead of being embarrassed, which I was, I was feeling support from her knowing that she still loved me. Even if I wanted to be a nudist. I took one more big gulp of air into my lungs and reached down pulling my underwear down and stepped out of them. I laid them on the pile of clothes already in the back seat of the car.
Mom's eyes never left mine. Her expression changed to a slight smile. There I was standing completely nude in front of God, Mom, Dad, and my sister, and anyone else who wanted to look.
I continued to keep eye contact with Mom. I felt her gaze upon my naked body, she looked upon my entire body. For some reason that didn't bother me. I would have thought it would. She was still smiling gently with an amused look in her eyes as she looked back at my sister and then at Dad.
My sister's eye's were glued on me. She was blushing, fighting to look away only to stare harder at me. Mom said, "What now Bill ?" Dad had a funny embarrassed look on him. He got out of the car and we walked over to the office where we was to sign me in. The lady who came into the office was wearing a house coat and a big friendly smile. As Dad signed me in she said," This must be Jim. We was expecting you today." After signing in, she gave Dad a key to a trailer that I was to stay in for the weekend. Mom and Wonda was still setting in the car when we came back. Minutes before I was wishing that Wonda wasn't there to see me naked, but now I found it really funny that she was so shocked by the situation that she couldn't stop staring at my nude body. Dad unlocked the trailer and lead the way inside. Mom and Wonda was out of the car and was following him in. As I walked in Dad was starting to blush a little.
He told Wonda and I to go outside for awhile. We did. In a couple of minutes Dad emerged from the trailer. This time he was also nude. He told Wonda to go inside and help Mom. Dad instructed me to pick up my clothes from the car and take them into the trailer. Upon entering Mom was standing in front of a closet hanging up clothes totally nude. Wonda was in the back room.She was taking her clothes off too. Mom turned a gave me one of her great big smiles and took my clothes from me and started to hang them up also. Wonda came out of the back room carrying her clothes also. After the clothes were put away. Mom reached out and hugged me real hard. She said, That's for being so bold."
Dad then suggested that Wonda and I go out and explore the grounds. As Wonda and I was walking around Wonda stopped. She looked at me and asked, "Where did you ever get the courage to take off your clothes like that." I told her about looking at the magazines and deciding I wanted to spend my summer having fun. As we spent the day together we gradually forgot that we were nude. It seemed so natural that I didn't even think of being naked in front of my sister any longer. Who cared anyway, I was just one of many nude boys having fun.
Later I found out that the person who received my letter called Dad and told him I had written a letter and not being twenty-one I could not join on my own. Dad and Mom had talked it over and decided to give nudism a try. So the secretary sent Dad the information and then sent me the letter inviting me to visit.
We came home Sunday night all was back to the same routine. My brother knew that I was suppose to visit a nudist camp but he didn't believe we actually went. That Wednesday he was to leave to go into the Navy. He was graduating Monday and wanted to hit the high seas. Thursday I came down stairs to find my sister setting nude in the living room watching television with my parents. I went upstairs Took off my clothes,and joined them.
That had began how we lived at home a lot. If we was wearing clothes fine if we wasn't that was fine too. No more worrying about robes on every trip to the bathroom or pajamas to wear as I slept. If we were nude we stayed that way until we had a reason to get dressed. The house we lived in was isolated from the road. There were times when we played in the back yard nude also. In fact we only put clothes on for comfort and safety, or if we were going out or someone was coming over. We was visiting the nudist club about every weekend. We would get there on Friday evening and stay until Sunday evening. This is how our family became nudist/naturist. One boy just wanted to have fun.
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