First Time Experience

This might seem a bit odd, but I first got interested in nudism when I was about ten years old. I read the Adam & Eve story and wondered what it would be like to be nude outside. So I went out to a patch of woods near our home and took off my clothing.

It felt great with the sun and air on my bare body. I was hooked from then on.I still go for walks in nudist girls albania for a bare hike. I am planning to join WhiteThorn Lodge this year.

I additionally have being to Avalon Resort in WV.they’ve a naked motorcycle show there in the summertime. It’s almost always a good time.

-Bob H.
Mannington, West Virginia
Scared, But For What?

Eventually the year that I turned 40 I got brave enough to really enter the gate and learn what I was missing.

as soon as I disrobed in the parking lot I felt totally relaxed. This really is the very first time which I went into the pool and let the suns rays dry me and felt the breeze lightly caress my whole body. The feeling was quite refreshing.

Now I go to Rock Lodge with my fiance. Rock Lodge was her first experience. It was the very first time that I walked in the rain bare and I also had the chance to drive my car that way too. We locate the folks there to be very friendly and we feel really relaxed there.

What I was afraid of I ‘ll never know but I’m glad I took that first step many years ago.

-Jim A.
New Jersey
Proud To Be an Advocate

Having been subjected to nudist magazines as a child, I always included the pleasure of being nude. It was not until I went off to college that I was able to really join a club in Spokane, WA. What a thrill having the ability to be with other like minded individuals of all ages.

While I am rather detached from the west side clubs and resorts here in Oregon, I more than ever consecrated to the nudist lifestyle and promote it every chance I get with relatives and buddies. I can not think of a better way to spend time residence or when the weather is fine outside. Once you’ve tried it, you will never look back.

-Rod N.
Pendleton,, Oregon
How My Wife Became a Nudist

I was hired by TWA in 1966. I chose San Francisco as my domicile. When we moved to California, we lived with Sharon’s mum until we located an apartment. We were hired to manage the building we lived in.

The subject of the show was free beaches. I understood what they were but Sharon didn’t have a hint. I ‘d not brought up nudism with her since I had a poor encounter with a past girlfriend I attempted to introduce to nudism.

Sharon asked (in a kidding way,)”you would like to check that out, do not you?”

I said, “Sure!” I said, “Great!, let’s do it!” The next week the show had individuals from nudist resorts talking about national naked weekend.

The host asked why folks would go to a resort and pay ground fees when they could visit the free beaches. They gave several good reasons. Sharon said the resorts sounded better and if we go we’ll go there. I asked her if she needed to go to Santa Cruz. We put on suits, shorts and t shirts. On the way I pulled off to a side road. Sharon asked where I was going; I said it was a surprise. When I pulled in to a drive, she asked again.

I told her it was a spot we heard about on the radio. She was uneasy. I mentioned since we were here let us take the tour, that we didn’t have to remain. We took the tour, the guide said if we wanted to remain drive in, take our clothes away and appreciate! I managed to talk her into remaining a half hour.

She inquired if we needed to get nude right away. She said no, get comfortable, than get naked. We drove in, I got nude, but Sharon didn’t right away. It took her no time to take all her clothing off. She said she felt out of place with her clothes on.

We were nudists until she got cancer. Sharon passed away 9/11/2001. Not a great day! I restarted nudism after her passing.

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
My First Nude Encounter

I had been reading nudist magazines since I was in high school, starting about 1950. At first I looked at the graphics, but after becoming bored I began to read the magazines. I decided that someday I’d prefer to be a nudist.

I joined the Air Force after I graduated from high school. I continued to purchase magazines while in the A.F. but at that time the law sometimes raided the nudist camps so I never tried to go.

I drove to the camp. When I arrived the lady in the gate inquired if I had written to get permission to visit. I said no. I told him I had been reading nudist magazines for many years and wanted to become a nudist.

He let me go in the camp for the day but asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said yes, but she was at school in Rock Island, Ill. He said to bring her next time that I came. I said I’d try. After the spring session was over we both went home and restarted dating. In about three weeks I asked Josie to go with me to this camp I’d visited in Indiana. I told her it proved to be a real fine area, the people were pleasant and friendly, there was a pond to swim in, volleyball courts, etc. I said I thought she would appreciate it.

She kept asking for more information and I finally told her we could go skinny-dipping in the pond. When she discovered that she asked if this place was a nudist colony.

In those days there was no Internet for information so I had nothing to direct me to explain nudism to her. She called me a pervert, smacked my face and broke our relationship. Gee, I wish I’d known how to clarify nudism to her before asking her to join me for that trip to Zoro!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada

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