I remember my first time as a card-carrying nudist. Up until then, I had modeled nude for college art classes, and if you can do that, you can do just about anything! I went during my college spring break to the local nudist camp about an hour's drive away. It was still too cold for the pool, but on a weekend there were some visitors in addition to the year-round residents. The owner manager was nude, and as we began the tour of the grounds, I quickly disrobed at my car. When we entered the club house, three or four families were in there playing billiards, ping pong, watching a game on TV. Only one other man in there was nude, the rest were fully clothed. One middle-aged lady congratulated me for going nude so quickly on my first visit.
For me, it's not just the comfort of being nude for recreation that motivates me, although that incredible feeling of ease and tranquility is better than any drug. It's the openness to strip down to the real me and not feel any shame.
Did anybody feel embarrassed the first few minutes nude in front of opposite-gender strangers, or did it vanish instantly?
For me, it's not just the comfort of being nude for recreation that motivates me, although that incredible feeling of ease and tranquility is better than any drug. It's the openness to strip down to the real me and not feel any shame.
Did anybody feel embarrassed the first few minutes nude in front of opposite-gender strangers, or did it vanish instantly?
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