Naked horse riding with Laura

Hi, I'm Laura. I was so excited when I found the group that I could hardly contain myself! I had no idea that there was a group dedicated to bareback (literally) riding. And here I thought that I was the only one in the world who fantasized about riding a horse in my birthday suit. I was sure mistaken about that! LOL

I've been a self-taught avid naturist ever since my childhood, after discovering that I enjoyed going naked around the house and out in the woods. My family was not into naturism (very conservative) nor was anyone I knew, so when I was growing up it was my own private thing. Of course, I kept it a deep secret because I again thought I was the only one in the world who enjoyed running around au'natural. Once I awakened my penchant for naturism, I did it every chance I got, but that's another story in itself. Needless to say, I have some very fond memories of my early naturist discovery years.

I've only had one experience riding a horse in my birthday suit, but that one experience has left me with an indelible memory that I will never forget for as long as I live. It was so nice that it almost makes me euphoric whenever I think about it. I never imagined that someday I would join a group and share my experience with others who shared the same thing.
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My experience took place one summer while I was staying at my grandparent's farm for a month. My brother and sister's wanted to go to camp during the summer, but I always wanted to visit my grandparent's farm. I thoroughly enjoyed the rural farm experiences I had while growing up, feeding the chickens, helping in the fields and selling fresh veggies and fruit at their roadside stand. Of course, it wasn't all fun and games, especially if you've ever had to clean out the barn and stalls. LOL

Anyway, getting to the story at hand. After my chores were done I'd usually go down to the creek and go for a swim or do some exploring around the farm or out in the fields. Needless to say, I would usually look for a secluded spot to practice some naturism when the urge came up, and that was quite often considering all the places around a farm to go au'natural without prying eyes. Don't laugh now, but on a hot sunny day I would sometimes go way, way out in the tall cornfields, take off all my cloths except for my tennis shoes of course, and then just stroll around sunning with the corn. The warm sun and breeze would feel absolutely delightful on my bare skin. It was so exciting back then because I was just discovering all the new tingles and sensations that being naked with mother nature afforded, not to mention the adolescent risqué ness of it, which only added to the myriad of new sensations I was experiencing to begin with while exploring my new penchant.

That summer, my grandpa taught me how to ride, Starr, a bay mare. He said I didn't need a saddle, just a bridle and small blanket. After that first time, I took, Starr out just about every afternoon for a stroll around the farm and down to the creek. After a while, I started to take her for long walks down some of the old fire trails through the woods behind the farm. I'm sure Starr was enjoying the new found attention and strolls as much as I was, especially when we'd go through the apple orchard.

Anyway, during one particularly long stroll on a warm sunny afternoon I thought it might be nice to find a secluded spot to stop and do a little au'natural sunning. It was one of those sudden urges to take off my cloths and just enjoy being totally barenaked and free. I just loved being out there because it was so far off the beaten path that you felt so free and open to explore your nudism without any worry, especially at my age. You have to keep in mind that I really didn't know that others enjoyed the same thing.

I figured that the old orchard would be a nice safe place to go naked, so I stopped and tied Starr to one of the trees. Anxious to feel bare, I quickly stripped off my shorts, panties and t-shirt. As usual, I was immediately  rewarded with that nice tingly sensation all over as the warm breeze caressed my bare skin. I tucked my cloths under the edge of Starr's blanket and then walked around exploring the orchard wearing nothing but my tennis shoes.

I'm not sure where the thought came from, but I suddenly thought about Lady Godiva, a figure from a book I read that said that she rode through the streets of Coventry naked. Suddenly, I thought about how much fun it might be to ride Starr like that! My heart was beating like crazy at the thought of it, but the urge was too great… I just had to see what it felt like. I was sure nobody would ever see me, so I decided to try it.

You can imagine, just climbing back up on Starr bare butt was a real treat in itself, not to mention gave me a bit of a thrill. The only way to get up on her was to pull myself up, by first completely draping myself over her back while on my tummy then swinging my right leg up and over. When I was wearing my clothes I didn't really think much about it, but I can just imagine what I must have looked like doing it wearing nothing but my tennis shoes! Don't laugh too hard now, but this is where the fond memories and fun began. I know this must sound foolish, but before I swung my leg over and was draped over her back, I just laid there for a few minutes delighting in the funny sensation it was giving me. I felt like one of those outlaws that the sheriff would bring in draped over the horse. Gawd!
I can just imagine what I must have looked like, LOL To me, this was the beginning and opening up of a whole new world of delightfully intimate sensations that I would never forget.

After a few minutes of savoring the sensation, I swung my leg the rest of the way over and sat up. Suddenly, sitting on the horse completely naked like that gave me an almost primitive sense of being. The horse was free of encumbrances, I was barenaked and we were both out enjoying the wild as if Mother Nature had intended it to be. I reached over and undid my tied rein from the apple tree and continued slowly riding down the old trail in the woods. I was almost in a state of euphoria, just delighting in my au'natural primitive ride through nature. The fresh air, Starr's movements, the smells all around me, my bare skin, and my thoughts, were all heightened and amplified. I wished we lived on a farm so I could do this all the time. Every once in awhile I would stop on the trail and then lie completely forward and bring my feet up on Starr's back at the same time, lying almost froggy style. The sensation felt definitely naughty, not to mention getting sun and fresh air where
the sun don't usually shine, but I didn't care, all I knew was that this was definitely a sensual and memorable experience for me and I wanted to savor every moment of it.

I rode around the woods for about two hours that afternoon, and trust me when I say that by the time I got back I was definitely in a dreamy world of my own. When I was back near the apple orchard again, I jumped down off Starr and put my cloths back on. Getting back on Starr was not as much fun this time, but it left me with a memory that I have never forgotten, not do I ever want to forget.
Later that night in the privacy of my room I relived the day's events over and over until I fell asleep like a baby. I should mention, even though I don't have a horse, I managed to buy a used saddle at a yard sale (cheap). When I sometimes take a trip down memory lane, I'll sit upon my saddle and relive my experience.

I hope you all enjoyed my experience.

Hugs

Laura

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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.

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.

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.

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.