With so many places on web where you can spot all kinds of out and about activities performed by stark nude chicks. As you browse al of this public nudity galore you cannot help wondering what does stop those nude buns from getting arrested while they are drinking coffee somewhere in one of a densely populated downtown area cafe? This all comes down to the fact that while we may be putting little trust with the originality of the action on other public nudity outlets, with X-Nudism it stands a reason that all of their footage is shot among unsuspecting folks relaxing on a beach. Honestly, what can be more natural for a chick than removing the pestering bits of wet swimsuit and exposing her mouth-dripping curves to the caresses of the warm sunrays? ... Read More

I'm not sure if any other people growing up in a naturist environment has had these experiences, but this seems a good place to ask.
My sister and I were both born into naturism, in that our parents were sort of the old "hippie" types, travelled around the country in an old VW Van, all tie-dye and carefree. When very young, we stayed in camps and communes where being naked was simply the norm. However, when I was almost 10 yrs old, we seemed to settle down at a Naturist Resort in the coastal mountains above Santa Cruz, Calif. Our Mom got a job there as the grounds-keeper while my dad finished his residency at near-by Stanford Hospital. The stability of finally having a "home" began our blending into the local communities. Up until that time, my younger sister and I had been home-schooled. We weren't so naive as to believe our naked bodies would be acceptable outside of the resort, or beaches, but I recall how odd it felt to be "required" to get dressed to leave the resort like our father did daily.
But what we were naive about was how being naturist would prove to be such fodder for teasing and downright bullying by our peer group.....the other kids at public school. Our parents had always ...

A young boy goes to the zoo with his father. As they are passing the elephant exhibit the youngster looks over at the elephant.
After a few seconds he turns to his Dad and asks "Dad, what's that hanging down from the elephant?"
His father replies "That's his trunk son."
"No, no, Dad," says the boy, "at the back."
"Oh, that's his tail" replies his father.
"No, Dad," the boy says, "Between his legs."
The father looks over and replies "That's his penis, son."
The young lad thinks about the answer for a minute, and then says to his father "Last week Mommy told me that was nothing."
"Well son," replies his father, "You have to remember that your mother is a very spoiled woman."