By public space I mean not your home or nudist club beach etc - but a walk in a wood, a skinny dip in a lake or just stripping off to soak up the sun in a field i.e. not necessarily being seen by others but not designated nudist area.
My first experience was when the wife and I went on holiday to north Scotland nearly 40 years ago and hadn't had much nudist experience, just walking around the house naked and desecrate parts of the garden. We stopped off on the way at a secluded Scottish wood with a small river - the weather was quite hot and back then no AC in the car, so we decided to have a swim in the river (just in our underwear - our costumes were deep in the luggage). I did a little skinny dipping (wife didn't) but put pants back on after getting out of the water. My wife wanted to just sit by the side of the river for a while (still in her bra and pants), so I decided to go for a short walk in the wood (still just in my pants), but after a short distance decided to remove them and walk naked - what a feeling of freedom and being close to nature (and a little excitement), who knew that removing such a small item of clothing would make such a difference! I only walked for about 15 minutes as I didn't want my wife to worry, but I knew that I wanted to do so much more.
Mine goes back a long time and thinking about it now it probably led to my desire, many years later, to be naked outdoors!
I would have been 12, no more than 13, and we had moved to a new build in Bloxham, Oxfordshire. It was 1972/3. Ours was the last house on the 1st phase of the development so next to us was a building site. One summer night when my folks were out I went for a wander round the site and saw a dumper truck parked in front of the shell of one of the part built houses. Don't know why, raging hormones I suppose, i stripped off and sat in the truck gazing at the stars. I remember the feeling of freedom and liberation.The evening air cooling my skin but I was free!
It was many many years later that I found naturism as an adult but these days that amazing feeling lives on every time i get to the naturist beach these days.
Be naked- be free
Mine was in Italy. We were holidaying in a villa on a wooded hill just outside a small town. It was very secluded. We could see into the gardens of a couple of houses further down the hill, but there were no uphill houses that could see into ours. I really wanted to skinny dip in the pool, but we were there with my in-laws and I wasn’t about to do that. One day I decided to go for a walk on the forest tracks around the villa. They were completely empty of other people and once I was out of sight of the villa I stripped off and walked naked for about half an hour before I decided it was time I headed back. It was wonderful walking with the warm Italian sun all over.
That was my first nude experience outside anywhere and needless to say I loved it and was hooked since then.
No chance of repeating that these days. H&S has made such building sites virtually inaccessible.
JOhn
Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.
George Bernard Shaw, Maxims for Revolutionaries
My first experience was more than 40 years ago when, as a teenager or possibly younger, I was out on my bike alone, one day, late in summer, and stopped at a barn, close to the road.
I decided to hop over the gate and have a look inside the barn. Climbing up on the bales inside, for some reason I decided to try it naked. I can’t remember which came first: the decision to check out the barn or get naked, and I’m still not sure what my motive for doing it was, at the time.
Although the nudity felt naughty in complex ways, it was, as everyone on here will understand, liberating - but also frustrating because from then on I wanted to take my clothes off at every opportunity, but the opportunities were few and far between - until I was much older.
G (a ‘born naturist’) & J (who happens to be married to a naturist, but believes ‘When in Rome...’). See profile for details!
No chance of repeating that these days. H&S has made such building sites virtually inaccessible.
And rightly so.
G (a ‘born naturist’) & J (who happens to be married to a naturist, but believes ‘When in Rome...’). See profile for details!
My first public space nudity was in July 1986 on the banks of the river Loire above Blois. I had previously been naked on clothing-optional beaches and discreet portions of other beaches starting in 1981 but this was the start of a new departure.
We were camping at the Lac de Loire camp site and I had positioned the trailer-tent so that I could be discreetly naked in the awning and sunbathe naked on the lounger when we weren't visiting Chateaux.
I tended to wake up early and would make a mug of tea and then be bored so I slipped on a pair of shorts and walked up the woodland path alongside the river. Once I was away from the campsite it didn't take me long to remove my shorts and continue the walk naked, dressing only when I was almost into the campsite.
This holiday was also the first time I did any wild skinny-dipping. We had gone out late morning to have lunch at Cheverny and visit the chateau. It was a very hot day and after lunch we decided that visiting yet another chateau would be too much effort so we returned to camp and took a walk up the river bank. We found a suitable clearing on the river bank and stripped off to sunbathe and I went for a naked swim. We stayed naked there until after an office worker arrived close by. My wife started to cover up but when he stripped off his business suit and went for a skinny-dip she decided not to. I hadn't bothered.
JOhn
Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.
George Bernard Shaw, Maxims for Revolutionaries
Ignoring numerous occasions when, as young boys we would be nude as a group, such as when skinny-dipping in a public place but with no obvious public, my first occasion was spending a weekend with a couple of friends in our teens. We camped at the top of a Derbyshire gritstone crag and did all the rock-climbing routes. For something different, we decided on the Sunday morning to do a route nude except for boots and harnesses. In the middle of the activity, three young girls strolled along the footpath at the foot of the crag, looked up and yelled something like, "Hello, boys!" They didn't linger and stare; just chatted briefly with us and carried on walking.
Chris & Penny
For me it was a beach on the West Coast of Denmark when I was about 22. I was with a lovely girl who was a nurse and had worked in Germany and was very relaxed about nudity. It was a great place for first public outing as most (but not all) people were nude but well spaced apart. I recall a young mum in a swimming costume playing with an inflatable ball with her young son. When the ball blew into the sea she just stripped off completely to enter the sea to rescue it. All so natural. I was hooked 🙂
Mine was when driving home on a very hot day from a job in Somerset, and I stopped in a quiet lay-by for a break. I noticed at the end of the lay-by a gate that had little or no use leading onto an over grown path. I climbed over the gate had a quick look & realised it was very secluded, so I stripped off and walked naked along the path until it opened into a field, I walked around the edge of the field as far as I could until the hedge thinned alongside a road, then turned & re-traced my route back to the car. I walked naked for around 45 mins & felt wonderful for the rest of the drive home.
I Love it when a Tan Comes Together.
For public spaces, it was probably exploring naturism some 20-25 years ago while out on an off-road solo cycle ride one day in the middle of nowhere. I'd found out that my uncle was a naturist so I wondered what it felt like. It took a long while from that day to really move from it being a rare thrill to realising that actually it just feels normal and a good way to be. I was always petrified of meeting someone. Still worries me a bit, but as I've got older if I'm not in my own local area I'm more willing to risk it.
Away from a C/O location? Probably skinning dipping in Devon, somewhere along the Dart after a day at Slapton and still full of the good vibes having bathed naked there. We settled in for a spell beside the river, paddling, swimming, and it was quiet enough to begin with that I went naked there too. Eventually a family of a couple of mums and teenage kids set up to enjoy the river about 10 yards away, and seemed utterly uncaring about me not having trunks on. After a while my girlfriend asked them if they minded, they just smiled, and shook their heads, like why woud they care?
Generally haven't really looked back since then.
On my walks, whenever I meet someone, i just have a chat. It must be that hill walkers are hardy folk.
Not sure I can honestly remember but at the age of about 10 I was a member of "the nuddy club", 3 or 4 of us young lads would regularly strip naked and run round the local sports field . As a young teenager I would go for a naked walk when camping,when I got my driving licence the world was my oyster and I guess my first time naked with other adults would have been Fraisthorpe beach Bridlington, That was it I was hooked.
Not counting swimming nude as a child which goes back to very early memories, for me it would probably be hiking nude in the hills near my house while walking the dog. In high school I would often walk the dog in hills near my house and one time I decided to take off my shorts and t shirt and do the hike naked. This was actually I think the first time I ever did any nude hiking period and clearly it got me hooked.