I managed to lie down,

Striving my knee joints in order to be as decorous as possible. Eventually I
got a bit bored and a little more adventuresome, and decided to get in the hot tub
and attempt having a conversation with an entire stranger while naked. The young
man, I reasoned afterwards, was either a gigolo-in-training or had missed his
calling. He was gentle and good natured, low key, discretely alert to my
awkwardness and the chance to to help. The nicest thing he did was illustrate
that it was really ok to bend over. He declared that the hot tub was too hot,
Got some pails and dipped water from the pool to cool it, while readily
bending, squatting or stooping as necessary. Which that two-year old in the
playgound knew and I had entirely forgotten. The second nicest thing he did
was give me my first massage after which let me reciprocate. Without a touch of
sexual invitation. He let me be in control of what he saw was my first naturist
Encounter, and by automatically following my own inclinations without censure,
it was nothing less than just what I desired.
The entire weekend was as
delightful and all-around-knowledge-building as that first afternoon. I can’t
say it was simply mind-opening, because it was much more than conscious
awareness that was expanded. I wish I’d kept a diary. As it was, I managed
for a full massage class. During this time I was absolutely and exclusively
physical and social. I used ton’t read natutist milf photos . I didn’t see a computer or a TV. I
did dishes for fun. I slept on the floor in a large hall with 30 other snoring,
farting people, and I slept like a baby.
day five days a week under supervision and tried nights and weekends,
with feathers and beards! And we played. In the sun, on the lawn, between the
We loved and
laughed as children do before they learn panic. I played as if I hadn’t ever understood
Anxiety. I relearned trust and unlearned the differences between women and men and
boys and girls. I also cried and grieved and others wept with me. And every
tear of grief was joyous and beautiful. To cry for passing is to weep for life. I
had been grieving for passing before I knew what it was to be totally living. Maybe
because of that.
Among the folks I played
with, on a deeper and more intimate degree, was Chuck, home nudist videos married three
weeks later (yes, weeks), and have been married to for over fourteen years. We
spend every winter with other nude people since he retired.
associated with Getting In Touch, which was a truly remarkable location. But we do
I still write computer programs, but only for entertaining, and I now
read doctrine with exactly the same focus I once gave to technical guides.
I guess it all began as a kid,
although I wasn’t aware of it at that time.
I knew nothing of nudism then, but I do understand that I loved to take my clothing
of in open spaces,
and around the house when nobody was in.
I was educated nudity is WRONG except in private, ie. bathroom or
bedroom with the door shut.
I used to
live on the outskirts of a town on the south shore of England, behind our house
was open fields,
and common land covered with various bushes and ferns, there was also a stream
and an old disused
clay quarry which had many lakes and pools.
It was here
that I first experience the feel of the sunlight, wind and rain on my nude body, and
Yes I understand we have all been there, the skinny dipping crowd, but it wasn’t only
that for me.
Appreciate nudity,
not for a laugh, but because I believed it was right. I ‘d lay there and enjoy
standing in the stream or sitting in it and feeling the cool water flowing
around my body.
I’d only sit and watch as other creatures moved around in the bushes and open
or I’d go running through the ferns, increase trees.
I would have the opportunity to camp out over night, what fun that was, and if I was
on my own it was better,
I’d lay in the open by a camp fire naked, and on a clear night just look up
at the stars, how lovely it felt,
the heat from the dancing flames of the fire, on my naked body, only to be
cooled by the strange breeze of wind.
When I started to write
this page I realized that it really had nothing to do with Nudism/Nudism,
but there again it is a part of my life, and part of the process by which I
became a Naturist.
So if you think it has no place here then I can just apologies as I believe it
As I entered my mid-teens I discovered that other distractions took me away from my
earlier pastimes.
Leaving school and finding work, and beginning to get involved in other teen
activities, i.e. clubs, drink, girls,
and of course the dreaded word sex.
the change in lifestyle,