What started it for you?
Funny - apart from Cap d'Agde I have never done the official Nude Beach bit. Maybe that's why I call this group Free Style!
I somehow feel that if it has to say Nude Beach, it has to have rules and therefore possibly attracts people who like rules. I have checked out a few official nude beaches and never found the urge to get my kit off and join the "authorised" nudists.
I think there is a great advantage to living in Europe - lots of coastline and generally a much less inhibited and self-conscious general attitude compared with some of the accounts we read on here from less liberated parts of the world.
One beach I particularly like is close to St Tropez. There is nothing to tell you anything, no rules to read, all you do is go there and do exactly what you want. There are clothed and unclothed people all behaving perfectly normally - none of the forced bonhmmie where people who have never met in their lives greet each other as old friends and say how wonderful it is to get their clothes off.
I find it rather to sad when I read a profile or a comment on here from people who need help with a nudist life style or want to find a "club" or "resort" just to get their clothes off.
I have never found it difficult getting my clothes off.
Pamela
When I was a young child prior to starting school, we livedin a big old house with a very large garden, full of fruit trees. I used to
enjoy playing in the garden, climbing in the trees to eat berries and otherfruit and usually ended up getting dirty. Then I would be opening the water reservoir and makinglittle rivers in the garden and playing in the mud, before attempting to getcleaned up. As I was always being reprimanded for dirtying my clothes, Idecided one day that it would be best to remove them. This soon became the normand I thought nothing of it, but just enjoyed the freedom.
One day my friends from across the road arrived and found me naked in the yard,and were highly amused when I told them it was normal. They then challenged meto run the length of the street block naked to prove my belief, which I dulydid with little concern as I was completely convinced that it was in factnormal and acceptable. This was of course highly amusing to the neighborhood
kids, but not to the neighbors mom who unfortunately didn't share my view onthis subject, and reported the incident to my parents. Needless to say thisresulted in a severe beating from my very conservative parents which I have never forgotten! Could this maybe bethe reason why I still resent the constrictive textile world? I guess so! Needlessto say I will never forget the sense of freedom running down the street butnaked, and have pursued every other opportunity to be naked outdoors since then.
During my childhood I spent many days exploring the cow pasture and creek that runs through our farm. The advantage of having cows is they keep the undergrowth down and it is easy to walk during the summer.One of the things that me and my group of friends would do was playing in that stream. Most times it was nude and was just innocent fun. My group did not have a swimming pool to go to so for real swimmingit was the neighbor's pond down the road.We were just kids having fun naturally during the summer. I think that is what made me feelcomfortable taking group showers in schoolyears later. It let me not feel the embarrassment that some of the others felt in shedding my clothes.I have learned toappreciate theway my body is so in touch with the world around me. The slight breeze, the warmth of the sun and the sand under my feet.
It started for me becos of my mum. so i hope shes not too embarrassed by this. when she started going nude she said we could try it too if we want. me and my sister i mean. i supposs dad too. but that was the problem. becos i hadnt let dad see me nude since i was a kid and im a bit shy about that. i started being nude just in my room. mum didnt even know. i liked the feelings tho. id always had those bits covered up unless i was in the shower or bath. the est was lying on my bed with the windows open on a cold windy day and feeling the air on all of me. but one day when no one was home i went downstairs nude. i felt like the world was looking in the windows but it was just becos it felt strange. i couldnt imagine doing it with everyone home. but i got usedto it now but i sometimes still get rhose feelings of the wind on my body. i love that
Abby, you started a lovely discussion. Does your dad go nude? if not, maybe mum could persuade him. Once Mum and Dad go round the house naked it may be easier for you to join them. Or you could just take the plunge. The heat of summer is a good excuse. Nudism is so natural. Just behave as you would with your clothes on - naturally.
Thanks for all your help. i dont mind if im seen nude. but dads uncomfortable. my sister doesnt want to go nude where he might see. so we decided to gradually get him used to seeing me more. scary but i think if we do it too fast its not fair on dad. hes old fashioned but tries to be cool about it. everyond has different ideas and they all help. so thanks for the help :) im enjoying reading everyones experiences and points of view
Reading Gentlemansam's piece reminded me of an incident I had largely forgotten. I am a 3rd generation nudist so being naked whenever it was warm enough was very much the norm at home and elsewhere. We had recently moved into a new house on the edge of thetown where I grew up and it was a splendid place with a large garden, which was not overlooked by the house next door, a swimming pool and a gate through a brick wall out into the fields beyond. I was about 16 or 17 and on my own in the garden one summer day, my parents must have been at work I suppose, when a tennis ball flew into the middle of the lawn and I heard a girl's voice shout "please could you throw it back" which I did without thinking how she could possibly have knownanybody was in the garden because the hedge was over 6 feet high. I carried on sunbathing and reading my bookfor about 15 minutes and then went into the house to get a drink which I took back to my sun lounger and noticed further down the garden another, or the same, tennis ball. I walked towards it with the intention of tossing it back over the hedge when the gate at the end of the garden opened and the girl next door, who was about my age,and another slightly older girl, both intennis kit,walked through. At first they obviously didn't see me and then one of them, and I cannot remember which, said "oh, he's got no clothes on" and from the expressions on their faces I guessed they had never seen a naked male before and they stood gawping at me. I was unfazed by their behaviour and said something like "Hi, I guess you want your ball back again."Me speakingseemed to break their shock and they walked towards me and I picked up the ball to hand to whichever reached me first. The girl who lived next door, Rita, regained her composure first and asked me why I wasn't wearing any clothes, the other girl, who I was introduced to as cousin Kay, seemed only interested in staring at my penis which fortunately behaved itself. I explained that I was a nudist and that I didn't like clothes and half jokingly told them that as they were in a nudist's garden they should take their clothes off. To my total amazement Rita put down her tennis racquet and stripped off completely there and then to reveal a stunning figure albeit with very clearly defined tan lines. Her cousin turned on her heel and ran out through the garden gate. Rita and I chatted for a while and I suggested we had a swim and we were about to dive into the pool when Kay returned with Rita's mother. She glared at me and told me I should be ashamed of myself and told Rita that she was not too old to be put across her knee for a good spanking right now. Fortunately at that moment my mother appeared from the house and she was of course also naked and after a slightly heated exchange all was settled relatively amicably and Rita was spared the spanking. Rita subsequently spent many a nude afternoon with us in the garden and egged on by curiosity her mother eventually joined us too.
Pamela and the rest of you Free Stylers
We agree with you entirely. It really disturbs us how the Naturist Rules prevent us from showing our natural affection for each other. We always touch and bump each other at home. Its the way we are. But we can't at Naturist outings. Bummer.
I'm Larry and my wife is Avery. This year marks our 50th year of marriage. We have been nudists what seems like forever. We can even remember sneaking off nude on a beach in Barbados on our honeymoon vacation. My nude days go back to being a kid in the Canadian country and my days of nude swimming at the YMCA.
Take a look at our gallery and you'll see that we love the long nude beaches in Cuba, If any of you guys travel to Cayo Largo Cuba drop us a message and we'll see if we can get together.
Larry
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