Although nothing extravagent or ground breaking my first nude bathing experience has a warm place in my heart ,pardon the pun.
My memory of that day is a little hazy now but the unmistakable feeling of exhileration gives me butterflies everytime I recall that summers day.  I was a teenager in the mid 80's and like most boys of that era I was a keen cyclist and enjoyed nothing more than a ride out into the countryside armed with a packed lunch, water bottle and my trusty OS map.
After a couple of hours pedalling I headed for a little used bridleway and dismounted to enjoy the scorching midday sunshine.   I settled down on a south facing grassy bank having had my fill of sandwiches and squash.
Rested and content I closed my eyes to relax in the gentle warm breeze listening to the birdsong and constant buzz of insect life and distant farm machinery.
Soon I began to sweat and so pulled of my already damp t-shirt.  The feeling of the suns rays on my pale virgin skin was pleasurable to say the least together with the contrasting sensation of the intermittent breeze carrying the aromatic summer flora aroma.  I felt good, so good that I thought about removing my shorts too, however, my inhibitions held me back.
After a while of quiet contemplation I finally plucked up the courage to go naked and slipped out of my shorts ....."WOW!  I've done it!" I said and the feeling of freedom was overwhelming.
My skin tingled with excitement as I laid back down with a smile and new found confidence.
That day changed the way I now live my life .... true story.