Not the longest time nude but possibly the longest time without clothes being available.
The person on the other board who went hundreds of miles for a two month stay at a clothing optional resort resort last summer and and brought no clothing with him mentioned that he has gone to a closer clothing optional resort for up to 3 weeks with no longer clothing.
Not the longest time nude but possibly the longest time without clothes being available.The person on the other board who went hundreds of miles for a two month stay at a clothing optional resort resort last summer and and brought no clothing with him mentioned that he has gone to a closer clothing optional resort for up to 3 weeks with no longer clothing.
This summer he plans to go to the clothing optional resort near his house any day now, bring no clothing and stay until after Labor Day. His wife is willing to go on all of the off site errands.
For two weeks, I stayed with a close friend who resides year-round in a nudist resort. I had visited this unique haven numerous times before, each occasion filled with a sense of liberation and tranquility. In my previous visits, eager to be a considerate guest, I often volunteered to venture out for supplies and other necessities, finding myself slipping back into clothes for these small errands. However, during this particular stay, my friend generously offered to handle all the errands himself, allowing me the rare luxury of remaining undressed throughout my visit. What an incredibly thoughtful friend! The experience was simply exhilarating, a marvelous testament to the freedom and ease of life in such a welcoming community.
It was also the first time I experienced the bizarre sensation of my skin crawling as I put on clothes to leave. The feeling persisted for several hours, an odd and unsettling experience that left me uneasy. It was as if my skin was hypersensitive, each fiber of the fabric brushing against me like a thousand tiny legs scuttling across my body. The sensation was peculiar, almost as if I were enveloped in an invisible cocoon, hovering weightlessly within my garments, disconnected from the world around me.
Is there ever a moment when being unclothed feels long enough?
Is there ever a moment when being unclothed feels long enough?
Probably not. I ended my 2 longest times continuously nude when I was getting ready to go somewhere that I really wanted to do. That made getting dressed a little more tolerable.
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