My own first nude experience was when I was in my early twenties, a group of friends were on holiday in the south of France, near Nice. We had been going to the beach for a couple of days and noticed that there was a nudist beach adjacent to the one we were on, we were egging each other to go and have a look, to be honest we wanted to see if there were any fit nude females.
We did go and look, I thought I'd keep my shorts on and walk along the beach looking at the ladies, wrong I know but I was young. Once I started walking along I started to feel uncomfortable ogling and also I became very aware I was wearing clothes, I took my shorts off ran into the sea came out and felt I was part of the community rarther than a visitor, I was hooked.
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Once I started walking along I started to feel uncomfortable
How true!
When my children were quite young we went on a Eurocamp in France by a lake. There was a plage naturliste nearby. We walked across this to get to a quiet bit of beach where I found I could get naked and the family could remain clothed. I too remember feeling distinctly uncomfortable walking across this beach clothed. I felt I was intruding and being voyeuristic.
Just off this beach there was a tethered raft in the lake. As soon as I stripped off and walked along this bit of beach naked in order to swim out to the raft I was totally at ease. I knew then that naturism was for me
Davie 8)
Davie, that is exactly how I felt, it really suprised me that I felt like that.
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Hi for my first nude experience, I jumped in at the very deep end. I was in my early twenties and living in Kent.
A friend of mine somehow had found out about the Eureka naturist club in NW Kent. I believe it was then and still may be the largest in the UK. We had had a few drinks in a pub and out of the blue he suggested to me that we go and check out a nudist club. After some persuasion from him I nervously agreed to this suggestion. At about 21.00 we set off to drive to the Eureka club. I remember we had considerable difficulty finding it buried deep in the woods up some quiet country lanes on a dark and early summers evening. My friend had obviously been dreaming up the idea of visiting the club and had secretly researched its location and something about it. As I remember, we arrived at the club at about 22.30 (10.30 pm).
We found a place to park his car and walked towards a very large hut building where we could hear loud disco type music coming from and see bright flashing strobe type lights through shining through some of the curtains.
It was a warm evening and quite a long walk to the large hut. And along the way we encountered many different single people, couples and groups sitting, chatting, kissing, cuddling and strolling through the patches of cut grass between and through the bushes and tree's. Many of them were obviously already the worse for wear from alcohol, laughing and shouting or giggling. Along the route to the large hut, we picked up a young man who volunteered to be our guide and take us into the hut. He was naked. When my friend and I eventually got to the door of the hut, we looked at each other and said almost together "what on earth are we doing here". But never the less we very nervously followed our guide and entered the hut. The music was very loud inside of the building. Its was brightly lit up one end, but with practically no lighting up the other end. There were small tables with chairs around them, round most of the perimeter of the large rectangular hut, leaving quite a large dance floor area in the centre. The place was full of people from 17 - 80 probably and with perhaps slightly more men than women.
We still had all of our clothing on, but as you'd expect felt decidedly out of place like that. Our young guide pointed to a small lobby where we could undress and safely leave our clothing. This we nervously did this. We had taken some alcohol and once naked, very soon started to drink our wine from some plastic cups that we found provided. I was still feeling quite nervous. On our walk from our car to the building, I remember being very worried, that if we did get naked what would I do if I got an erection. I was so nervous, that in the building, that I never did. But we couldn't help noticing as the evening went on, that some of the guys on the dance floor did have erections, but nobody really took any notice of them.
My friend and I eventually split up for much of the evening. we were like many of the others, in and out of the hut at different times.
I never did find out exactly what he got up, but I CAN remember what I got up to. Although I say it myself, I was quite a good looking 6' 3", slim, fit and muscular guy.
Many of 'the guest' introduced them selves and invited us to share a drink with them and nearly all of the crowd were very friendly and hospitable.
I believe that the party went on until about 4 am in the morning; by which time I was much the worse for drink.
I slept under the awning of someone's tent, with my clothes on ! And my friend slept in his car. We drove home again, with our hangovers later on the Sunday morning.
Oddly enough after that time I never went naked again in public until about 8 years later, on a beach in Greece. But since that day on the beach in Greece, the momentum of my naturism has slowly gained pace. I hope that this totally true story has been of some interest. Tom