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.

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.

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