My first time happened quite by accident and it was only two years ago, I always thought my body was ugly, not the kind of body to go nude and growing up I tended to be shy.
I am retired, so having nothing much else to do I went out riding my motorcycle along the coast roads enjoying the warm summer days, I stopped to eat a bit of lunch and walked on to the beach, as it was summer the beach was packed, so I walked along looking for some where to sit, when “alleluia” “yippee”, a gorgeous naked woman stood in-front me, I almost dropped my helmet and food bag, then, bloody-hell a nude man.
I stopped dead and looked around me and realized I was the only one wearing clothes and new I must have walked on to the nudist part of the beach, so quickly turned and walked away.
However the following day I revisited the beach lay down and took off my clothes, what I felt inside is difficult to put in to words, I felt free, good about myself and for the first time in my life I was happy with my own body.
Peter. ;D
what I felt inside is difficult to put in to words, I felt free, good about myself and for the first time in my life I was happy with my own body.
Peter. ;D
Peter I can empathise with that statement more than you could ever realise
Back again!!!
I do not know of a greater feeling of freedom than the realisation that being naked in public (where appropriate) is nothing short of 'normal', whatever package we come in. It is a wonderful sensation and the first time is always the most memorable.
Peter, you are another example of someone stumbling across this freedom and never looking back since. Thanks for sharing the experience with us.