Hello there all!

Being new here we thought we would introduce ourselves by regaling you with the gripping yarn of our first nude experience. It was only supposed to be a few lines but I got started and the recollections were too pleasant to stop typing. Apologies to all who dare to read on.

We were in our early twenties and my wife, Totty, decided we should go on our first holiday together. The idea didn't greatly appeal to me - images of the two of us on some Mediterranean package holiday surrounded by young men staggering drunkenly about in football shirts suddenly filled my mind with dread and loathing.

'No', I said, we are quite fine here, besides we have a beach just down the road.

'But I've found this cool nudist place.' My wife replied, suddenly pricking my ears up, 'I thought we could give it a go.'

This was unexpected. It stank of adventure, of daring, and perhaps most importantly no soccer lout would ever be open minded enough to venture to such a place. Brilliance Totty, brilliance!

And so several months later I found myself meandering through southern France aboard a croaking bus. At each drop off point people scurried to their holiday destinations, all 'normal' camp-sites that were nothing more than masses of tents crammed beside each other in a field. Things looked ominous.

That was until the last batch of 'normal' holidayers descended the coach and our bedraggled driver leaned back and looked at his two remaining customers with a disgustingly toothless, yet charming grin, 'Arna!' he purred, looking squarely at Totty with no small hint of delight.

We were the only people he chose to 'help' off his bus and he watched us disappear beyond the private gate and into the pine forest of Arna as if his mind would manage the rest quite admirably.

The first oddity came at the reception desk. Being dressed as everyone else strolled about naked suddenly felt rather peculiar and out of place. Weird. It felt like everyone was staring at me and I bowed my head and quickly got on with checking in.

I remember sitting in the back of the jeep that drove us to our plot, marvelling at the quaint little chalets and how much space there was. It was a world away from the tiny camp-sites the clothed holidayers had been dropped off at.

I put up the tent. Well, actually Totty did after my attempt collapsed. But I definitely held some of the pegs and may even have used the mallet.

And then came the big moment. I felt nervous, realising that society had covertly impregnated me with an aversion to the idea of being openly nude and it was fuelling my anxiety.

Totty pulled off her top with galling ease.

As an aside I should say that I'll never forget that top. It was pink, tight, and had Wasssssup! written across the bust. She wore it with no bra, hence the happy French coach driver. But in truth she hadn't worn it for him (sorry mate). I'm a nervous flyer and she had chosen a top that would best act as a distraction during our flight. 'Concentrate on the boobies' works better for me than a boiled sweet and a rancid in-flight meal.

So Wasssssup hit the dusty ground and was followed swiftly by Totty's jeans and knickers.

Now I'm the only clothed one left.

I fumbled with my shirt and then somehow yanked off my jeans and boxers....and it felt marvellously exciting...and liberating...but nerve wracking too.

My mind was toying with me and for the first half an hour I kept expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree and shout 'Joke mate! Can't believe you actually took off all your clothes, ha ha!'.

But it never happened. And aside from rocking up to dinner naked on the first night (you dress for dinner rookies) we found ourselves very much at home and met some wonderful people.

When we got back to the u.k. we stopped wearing clothes at home and only do so where necessary now.

So there you have it.

Nowadays, fifteen or so years later, we stroll naked around our garden and sit in our hot tub with such gay abandon that the old man over the road feels inclined to sit on his balcony to read the Telegraph and our neighbours like to comment on how nice our garden is looking. Yeah, we know you can see into our garden guys. It's okay, it's only nudity.