Not sure if that really counts. We can all remember simply enjoying being naked on our own.  What counts I think is the first time in company(beach or may be a party but not a locker room) and how you felt at the time.  True as you get more experienced you do find more places simply to get your kit off for even mundane activities such as housework, gardening and yes you get much less concerned about the risk of being caught.

Ah well if that doesn't count then my first public nudity was studland bay about 20 years ago. It took a lot of courage on my part. I was worried I'd have an erection in public (I've seen the treads on this matter). It never happened and I have enjoyed many a time naked on the beach since.

I think even if alone it counts - it's usually something that sticks in people's memories (as it did for mfoden) and it marks a break with the imposed "normality" of wearing clothes al lthe time. From the moment we're born we're wrapped in clothing, and it can take quite a major paradigm shift to do something different to the norm, especially if, like nudity, it is treated as wrong, smutty, a joke, or all the other negatives we've all come across. And if that first solo experience was pre-internet it counts even more - now we can see how popular nudity is, and share online. Before the web it was easy to think one was alone in having these strange and unconventional ideas.

peter

Thanks Peter. It was well before the Internet and even before we had colour television! OhI sound so old 🙁

I think. What counts as first time is all our own take on it, Kinda agree with differing view points in some ways.

We reckon our first time was when we set out to get naked on the beach in France.

I had a few before that which could be construed as firsts....
1. Born naked

2. Losing bet/dare as boy scout late at night and having to run round tent naked...not the only one who lost....we thought that was daring and certainly could have landed us with extra duties if caught.

3. Playing strip poker with some friends while camping in Scottish Highlands and ending up naked...I was not first again...I remember it was a rather hot young lady from USA...who left UK a lot less prudish than she arrived...but she was brave.

Happy times

I think many of us dared to bare for the first time in our gardens, I did with the encouragement of my late husband - wonderful to feel such freedom.

I must have been 6 or 7 years old/young and I remember it very well as my first nude experience in the back garden. It was one (dark) evening when I opened the window in my bedroom from where I climbed out onto the flat roof above the kitchen. I walked around on the rooftop naked and it felt a bit daring as the back garden was overlooked by the neighbours, hoping that nobody would see me and tell my parents. The fresh air felt wonderful on my skin and the whole experience just felt very natural. The sense of freedom it gave me made me decide there and then that I wanted to be naked whenever possible. After that moment on the rooftop I would often find myself waking up totally naked in the morning, without even knowing that I had taken off my pyjamas in my sleep. Every now and then I would climb out of the window at night to have my little walkabouts. Later in life, in my teens, I often went to the forest near our home where in the summer months I built a hut from branches and twigs under the trees. Nobody knew about my secret hiding place. It was where I enjoyed my time being naked without being disturbed and I felt very happy. To be one with nature like that was the best feeling I could ever imagine. For a long time I thought I was a bit odd for my desire to be naked and I kept it my little secret. Until I met others who told me they also enjoyed being naked and from that moment it all made sense. Needless to say I didn't have to feel guilty about it anymore and am now enjoying it as much as I can. The hut in the forest has been replaced by a wonderful home in the countryside and the feeling of happiness is exactly the same. How fortunate I am!

Theo