A Nudist's Diary
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My first nude experience
Return to DiscussionsI am sharing my first nude experience with you all. Hope you all enjoy this experience of mine. I was about 14 year old when this incident happened. I had finished my school examinations and headed to my grand mother's place for the summer vacations. My grandmother stays with my uncle and aunt. A week passed by and it was time to welcome my birthday. Unfortunately my grand mom and uncle were travelling to the next town on the same day for a marriage ceremony. They wished me in the morning and left off. As a customary tradition, it is mandatory to get an oil bath on this day. My aunt came and told me she would give me the oil bath in the absence of grand mom. I was a bit reluctant but then said 'yes' since I always enjoyed oil baths. The ordeal began with her heating up the oil; she then called me into the hall and asked me to remove my clothes. I removed my t-shirt, banian & stood waiting in my bermuda. She came to the hall and smilingly said "remove your bermuda, else it will get dirty". I first hesitated since I wasn't comfortable being in my undies in front of other women except my mom/grand mom. I thought for a while and looked at my aunt and said 'ok'. I was now standing in my v-shaped VIP underwear. Aunt started applying oil all over my body. She massaged the head, neck, shoulders and my back. She then went on to massage my legs, thighs & waist. While she was massaging the waist, she was looking at my crotch & said "why don't you remove your underwear? it will get dirty and grandmom will scold for that". I didn't know how to react for this since I had to be nude. Everybody in my home treated me as a small boy while I knew I was an adult. I was very shy but she convinced me to be comfortable and remove it. I turned back and pulled my undies down. I was standing in my birth suit on my birthday!!! I felt so liberated and nervous at the same time. I could sense the breeze from window on my naked skin. She then started massaging my bums and told me to turn front. I didn't had courage to look into her eyes. She smiled and then massaged my crotch area touching the genitals. The ordeal was over and now I was instructed to stand in the backyard for 30 minutes for oil to get absorbed by the body. In the mean time one of my cousin visited our house and started giggling looking at me. He wished me on my bday pinching my bums!!. By this time I felt comfortable with my naked body and got some confidence showing it off. Aunt later took me to the bathroom and applied shikha paste all over my body and gave me a hot water bath.I still cherish this moment even after so many years. Thanks for reading.
My first nude in nature experience:
As a child I always had a desire to be nude in nature......whenever, I used to visit by train......the vast expansion of green field.....wild creek running through it.....green patch of forest dotted with forest fire flowers during the spring season used to mesmerize me. I always nurtured a secret desire of running nude through that pasture .........towards the horizon where the sky is kissing the ground. I used fantasize of running nude... alone...along the meadow... where the long blades of grass with white flowers on top would play on my bare skin.
I used to think that there was something seriously different with me...that makes me wild...whenever I think of myself nude in nature.
I never knew that I would ever get a chance to roam nude in nature.........but that opportunity came when I just finished my school.
Me and a friend of mine planned for a vacation and headed for a reserve forest named Parmadan reserve forest in West Bengal - India. We booked a forest bungalow which was not quite well maintained. But I liked the rustic charm of it...specially the tiny river flowing in-front of the bungalow. The name of the river is Ichhamati means a lady with a lot of wishes.
The moment I saw the quintessential bungalow and the river..I fell in love with them. There were huge trees in the compound, The rain tree, the largest one, was standing like a canopy over the bunglow.
We reached there in late evening so nothing much happened.
There was a care taker who cooked for us. The food was very simple - rice and fish curry. Both of us were very tired and retired to bed quite early. It was perhaps 8 pm. But there, it was completely dark and silent....and every so often the silence was pierced by the call of night Jar.
It started raining in the middle of the night. The sound of water drops on the foliage, the rippling sound of the river Ichhamati, the smell of the soil after the first rain of the season along with the call of cricket - all together created an out of world atmosphere.
It was a spring time...a cuckoo woke up at 4 am and woke me up too. I came out and sat on the balcony......rain has stopped. The cold breeze from the river side soothed my body and soul.
I decided to go for a walk and left the place at 5 am. My friend opted to sleep late so I left alone - FORTUNATELY.
Because that was THE DAY....... I explored a hidden identity in me.