That first time.
Do you remember that first time when you decided you didn’t like those clothes on you in the great outdoors? That you decided to take them off and be happy with that decision? I do.
Before the heat got to me.
It is a long time ago. Before there were digital cameras or cell phones. It was hot that day and I had gone for a bike ride. Those two things didn’t mix well, I found out, so I stopped in some woods and hoped to cool down. Alas. That didn’t go well either. I knew it was because of my clothes, even when I wasn’t wearing much. Took off the shirt. Much better. Went a bit deeper into the woods because… that first time… you never know.
Of course deeper into the woods it was even warmer as heat lingered there. So I decided to go all naked, if only for a moment. That was revelation time. I dared to walk around a little. It was amazing. Bliss. I didn’t stay out there very long but I’ll never forget that very first taste of being naked outside, with nothing but the warm (okay, it was hot) air on me, and walking around without feeling clothes.
I remember how I didn’t like to put my clothes back on and having to ride the bike back like that in the heat. I also remember that this was the way to live for me, and since then I’ve done so whenever I can.
What was your first naked outdoor experience? Did you plan it? Did it ‘just happen’ like it did with me? I’d love to hear about it if you feel safe to talk about it!
I remember that it was sunny and warm at our family farm.I was about 11 and I went into the pasture behind a man made tank for the cattle.The bank of the tank was high so I couldn’t be seen from the road or the farm house.I decided to get comfortable.I sat on the bank and then decided to walk around.What I didn’t count on was the amount of sticker burs,a little barbed plant that spreads in Texas in the spring and summer.They get in your shoes and stick you even through socks.I got a couple in my leg even on a clear cow path.
It was frustrating because it was private,but the stickers made it hard to walk around.I went back to the bank of the tank and sat for awhile just because it felt good.If the tank weren’t filled with water mocassins(a poisonous snake in Texas) and snapping turtles,I would’ve skinny dipped,but knowing that was too dangerous,I dressed reluctantly and thought about ways to do something like this again.
That’s a wonderful account! I’m glad you got to discover this kind of freedom so early in life. I dare assume you did “something like this” again. 😀
Oh yes,a few more.In fact,I remember one neighbor visiting saying the road to the farm house was perfect because if you were nude you could see people driving up in plenty of time to get your clothes back on,without them seeing you.I remember my parents got a good laugh out of that.I just filed that comment away for later ideas.
My first experience was when I was a child with my parents on a nude beach. I did not really remember any form of well-being at that time, but I think nudism planted a seed in me that would grow over the years and blossomed as adult, on a trip to South of France. Along the shore were people sunbathing naked. It was a kind of revelation that brought back the memories of that nude beach of my childhood. This day, I dropped my swimsuit for the first time as adult and decided not to wear any wherever possible. It was freedom. The next day, with my wife, we went on another beach where some people were naked, some were wearing a bathing suit. I took my clothes off and I this was my first experience of clothing-optional, choosing the side of the option. Since then, I never regretted my choice. I do not know it I chose nudism or if nudism imposed itself to me. It was a kind of a no-brainer. Later, I started many activities naked, like hiking or running, having discovered like-minded people across the globe enjoying social nudity. I think once you embrace the nudist lifestyle, the lifestyle embraces you, it nurtures in you and makes you deep down really happy.
Your words ring deep inside me. Yes. Being nude does make one happy. I wonder: how did your wife react when you dropped your clothes and stayed naked? Did she know you were a nudist at that time?
Hey Paul. She dropped her bra, but stopped there. She was OK with me being naked and still is, as she continues her clothed way.
That’s wonderful. You have a great lady by your side, congratulations. 🙂
It is always a joy for me to remember that day.
I have always been very modest, especially in changing in front of other people and probably I would have remained textile for life, nudism was not even in my thoughts. Then one day 5 years ago I met a nudist in chat by chance, we started discussing nudism and how it was essential to try it to understand it, I obviously was against it and I had a bad opinion of nudists in general. However he was always very kind and willing to compare, this left me amazed and in the end with kindness and grace convinced me to try nudism at home and not to stop at first impressions. It was my first time, I was confused, I felt strange and not being used I also had an erection, but I decided to resist and I was naked for about an hour, with the passage of time I began to feel a strange well-being and I began to feel free, I really liked these new sensations and probably it was in those moments that nudism blossomed in me, without even knowing it. The revelation came when I went back to get dressed thinking I had finished the experiment, I noticed how the clothes were tight on the legs and genitals and the feet smothered in shoes. I decided to ignore those signals the body was sending and remained dressed. The next day for the first time I felt the desire to undress, go free and savor that well-being. Now I understood the nudist’s words when he told me that only by trying nudism would I understand. I began to undress, finding that well-being every time and if it was initially very strange to find myself naked with my penis dangling, over time it became more and more normal. Initially I was naked only a few hours a day, but in a very short time the nudity increased more and more, making all traces of textile shame disappear and making me feel better and freer physically and mentally, that day I have understanding that I was become one of them .. .a nudist. Now I was 100% nudist. So I began to live naked and to dress less and less. Over time my nakedness pushed me towards nature. The first time I found a natural area far from the city, undressing was so natural and spontaneous, like drinking water when thirsty. Being naked and free in nature was an incredible experience, removed the last chains of society represented by clothes, I felt wild, liberated and released from the norms of society enjoying the free nature. It was the best experience of my entire life. Since that day naturism has been added to nudism.