To make a long story as short as possible, I started out sleeping in the nude as an adolescent, and I would also occasionally go skinny dipping.
In my twenties, after graduating from university, I spent some time doing some travelling. My first real experience of organized social nudity was at the Swanbourne Beach near Perth, Western Austalia. This was in April, which is in the early autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. I remember the weather being absolutely sunny and beautiful and the water of the Indian Ocean being warm and crystal clear.
After Australia, I headed to Japan, where one of my college buddies was working as an English to Japanese translator. Some of his colleagues and I did a night out on the town, which included a visit to an onsen, which is a geothermal hot spring. According to Japanese tradition, both genders bathe fully nude in ...

Well yesterday I finally had the chance to bare the natural, and walk into the sun. To swim carefree in this world. in para- dice.
The beaches in the sun. The feeling of the air on my body and the coolness of the clear clean salt waters of the carabean ocean were beyond words. to walk in the most natural and free way possible, like it was meant to be be. Without a soul to care. their were hundreds others around
but they also were swimming carefree in this wonderful place, watching schools of fish swim by, and talking to each other like they were best friends. Others were out walking on the fine white sands of the beach. We were talking and unashamed, floating and swimming easily in the beautiful blue waters of the bay, the sun warming us with its intense life giving rays from above. Gone were the problems i have had in the past with a swimsuit filling up with air and sand and binding in the worst possible of ways. It was wonderful not to have to sit in a soggy swimsuit for a change. Walking down the beach could not have been easier because even though we all looked a little different, we were all really the same, without any racial, social or sexual barriers to overcome.
My wife on the other hand was ...

My first time nude in public was at Haulover Beach. I always thought about it but for one reason or another would make excuses not to go. Finally decided to stop making excuses and at least try it once to see if I would enjoy the experience.
Funny thing was that I was more nervous when I got there and noticed all the people nude and I was the one wearing clothing. It made me feel more self conscious cause I felt out of place. I found an open spot among everyone, set down my towel and various other items and proceeded to get undressed.
I thought ...

When I was 16 we lived in a community in Florida that had a swimming pool one day my girlfriend and I were swimming at the pool when a family left the pool she wanted to skinnydip so we both took off our bathing suits and swam for about a hour till we saw a man and women coming to swim and relized that when we stripped off our suit we let them just drop in the pool - at the other end, we were unable to get to the other end in time and the lady was scowling my girlfriend on her nudity but neither said anything to me we ...

Although I grew up in a home where nudity was no big deal, my first public nude experience was when I was in the Army. My Sergeant Major gave me a pass to a place in Berlin called the Blub, which had a water park for the textile side, and multiple saunas on the FKK or nudist side.
Not knowing what to try first, I accidentally went into the sauna. At first, I saw a nude woman, and thought that I had made a major mistake. But then, I saw all kinds of nude folks, men, women, and whole families. They also had a small grassy area just for laying out, nude of course. That was back in the 90s, and I've been hooked for life. After that, I started looking for all the FKK sites that I could find in the city ...

My first social nudism was during a PE class in Junior High School. The teacher said we could wear our birthday suits during our swim class. The first day I started to put on a swim suite when a friend of mine reminded me we could swim in our birthday suits and said he was going to and suggested that I join him so I did, This was all boys only PE class. I had such a good time that I didn't wear one the rest of the time. By the end of the first six weeks no one wore a swim suit. Then when I was a Junior in college a friend of mine rode our byclels to a secluded section of a local river.
It was a hot day so I suggeste we should go for swim, but he said he didn't bring a swim suit with him. I then told him about my Junior High PE class and ...

I remember as an early teenager going to the creek close to where I was living and wading in the creek with just shorts and shoes on. This happened often during the summer before the creek would dry up. Some years it did run year round. But I was by myself and there was a nice deep pool and so I stripped down and had my first skinny dipping experience. After that on occassion I would strip and enjoy wading and swimming in the creek. Didn't do much in my later teenage years. I still enjoyed being naked and slept nude some of the time, but not much outdoor nudism.
I do remember when I was about 20 going with a friend on a road trip. There were three of us and we had camped along the Colorado river in souther Utah. We ended up going skinny dipping and then hanging out around the fire nude. Was a very fun experience.
Not much happened after that and with getting married and working on the career, didn't think much about nudity or find ways to enjoy a nudist lifestyle. But I did go camping with my wife when I was about 35 and we found a little time to be nude together outside, mostly for some sexual play and I found I enjoyed staying nude after we had ...

For the longest time, my nudity has been limited to my house, backyard, or remote areas with no one else around. Back in May, I was working a job in Alabama and had a 5-day weekend for Memorial Day. I had done a lot of research on the web about "clothing Optional" beaches and naturist/nude clubs and had read about Haulover Beach, so decided to go there for my first time.
So, I made the trip down there, but after checking into my hotel (which SHOULD have been fairy close to Haulover) I realized I didn't have internet for directions so I just walked down the beach. Needless to say, I didn't find it. The next day I DID find it. (Got good directions this time.) The parking area was arcoss the street from the beach and there was an underpass for pedestrians. When I got to the high shrubbery (to block the view rom the traffic) I saw a sign that said "You May Encounter Nude Sun Bathers Beyond This Point".

I guess my introduction to nudism was at my boyfriend's house back in the 90's. We went nude together whenever his mom wasn't home. Taking nudity out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the living room, or even his backyard for some sunbathing was a new experience for me, and one that I really enjoyed.
At that time I still lived with my parents and can remember coming home one afternoon to find the house empty and immediately taking off my clothes to see what a "solo" nude experience was like. I enjoyed that too, and soon was going privately nude in my room even when family was home. Once, my older brother came in and stood there grinning at me as I was laying naked on my bed reading a book. He said, "What are you, some kind of nudist?" I think I said something elegant like, "Get out, jerk!" but afterward was pleased to think to myself that I probably was becoming a nudist.