Chris. I had always wanted to be a naturist but my ex wife didnt however I was on a narrow boat holiday with her down the Oxford Canal and we moored up needeing supplies. It had been a bakingly hot week and I was wearing shorts, sandals and a tee shirt as I set off the couple of miles to the nearest village. I walked along the path with high cereal crops to both sides of me. I shopped and on my way back stripped off shirt and shorts and enjoyed the walk. I was hooked!
Sue. Soon after we got together Chris told me that he would love to try a naturist weekend. We had a tent and all the gear so I told him to find us somewhere for a weekend but if I didn't like it we would only go the once. After research he booked a weekend at St Annes in Dorset and off we went. When we got to our pitch we unloaded the tent and Chris promptly stripped off. As he said as he was busy putting the tent up it stopped him thinking about being nude. Once we had the tent outer up I stripped off too, though I did keep my knickers on (and oddly still do when we set up camp). By the time we were set up and the kettle on I had forgotten I was nude and was happily chatting to the couple in the tent next door.