"I'm One of Us!" It's finally happened! I'm officially a nudist now. Whether I join the club I visited or another, or simply get naked with friends as often as possible, I've finally gone public. Last Friday I received an email from an unfamiliar address that I might have deleted as SPAM if something hadn't made me stop and look at it. It was a reminder and invitation to a Rocky Mountain Naturists swim to be held the next night, Saturday, August 2, written to apply either to existing members or interested parties, and including a phone number. Well, this was too good to miss! I had sent a query to RMN regarding their policies and procedures, and hadn't yet gotten a response back. This was it. I called right back, and a woman said "Hello?" Choosing my words carefully in case I had the wrong number after all, I gave my name, thanked her for the invitation to the "club swim," and said I had a few questions. The woman, Carlette, RMN's secretary and its president's wife, immediately put me at ease and oriented me over the telephone regarding the club policies (they admit everyone regardless of gender, marital status, or sexual preference; the rest is pretty standard stuff). She reiterated that I was welcome to come.

MMI guess I'll do my first posting here since it asks about another first time thing. Ok, I'm Nathalie and my first ever time going really nude with other people around was two years ago when I was in high school. Four classmates and I went out to this small lake on one of the boy's grandmother's farm to go swimming during the summer (obviously). All 3 of us girls had swimsuits under our shorts and tops so it didn't start out to be a skinny-dipping trip, just a place to swim. The two guys had cutoff jeans shorts and tshirts and they were going to swim like that (minus the shirts). Anyway, after we were there for awhile we really liked it because nobody was around and it was like a private little lake on private property. One of the boys was joking and said he should have brought some cards so we could play strip poker and one of the other girls said you don't need cards to play strip poker, you can do Rock/paper/scissors and the loser has to take something off each time. The winner can challenge anyone they want to. The more they talked about it the more they acted like they were really going to do it. I was the quietest because I was probably most shy of the entire bunch and also I was self conscious about myself to the point I even dreaded taking showers in gym class in front of other girls...

My wife and I had never really discussed "going nude" since she was generally very modest in her method of dressing and it just didn't seem like something she would ever go for. I'd had, quite honestly, an urge to "try it" in public or socially for some time, but just figured it would never happen. We went on a cruise to the Caribbean for the first time when we were 44 years old (we're the same age, one month apart actually) and I kept reading this little handbook telling what was at each port to do or see. I was titillated by the idea of going to Orient Beach on St. Martin since it was a totally nude beach resort area....

My first nude experience was when I was younger and very much by accident. I went to a beach with a very long coastline on the more isolated end.
I didn't see anyone around and I knew that nudism was tolerated so I completely disrobed and laid completely exposed in the sun. I saw a topless woman approaching and quickly covered up - being nude outside was completely natural, being nude in front of others was not. She smiled as she walked by and I just blushed - I was so prudish about public nudity that even seeing others in a state of undress made me uncomfortable. When she was out of site, I once again uncovered and decided I wanted to go for a swim. I have been an avid swimmer, a life gaurd in fact, so I decided to swim further down the coast and come back. Swimming nude was quite liberating! I did that and went past many of the crowded parts of the beach. After a while the current was too strong to turn back and I realized I had only one option, to walk back on the beach...

Well, this whole story happened last summer, when my friend and I were spending our vacations in Palanga. We met two women from Riga who told us that they had found a nude beach on the coastline. They mentioned that ever since that time they had been sunbathing there, and, according to them, they were enjoying their time greatly. My friend had always been a reckless girl, and so she managed to talk me into trying out this kind of beaching during some hours. The next day we met those two women while having our breakfast and asked them how we could get to that nude beach. Having got all the necessary information we took off and headed straight there. I should mention that the way to the beach was rather long and tangled, and I fully relied on my friend who seemed to lead the way unhampered in strict accordance to the directions given to us during the breakfast. If you have ever been to this place you must know that the beach there consists mainly of dunes, that is the coastline is presented by hills and hollows which make this beach a wonderful place for peaceful pastime, far from the eyes of strangers.

How did I come to be a nudist? Well, this is kind of a hard question because I don't know for sure whether I am a nudist or not. But the fact remains that I am on my way. At least I have made my first, still uncertain, steps. It all started last summer when I first met Andrew. He suggested that we go to a secluded Long Island beach where to meet someone is a very rare opportunity. It was our plan to bring along as many people as possible, but in the end there were only three of us coming: Andrew, me, and my friend Alice.
Alice and I got everything ready for the planned picnic: we bought some food, put on new swimsuits, and took large bedding. Andrew had been already waiting for us at the bus stop. Having been lectured on our tardiness, we got into the bus. There was a long way to go bus and then a few miles to walk, so we started to lose our clothing, piece by piece, while we were still on our way. Andrew took off his T-shirt and used it to cover his head. Alice and I also took off our T-shirts and walked on wearing our skirts and swimsuit tops...

My history without clothes has been long but quite sporadic. As I read in this forum, there are many who have been comfortable with nudity since childhood.
That was certainly not possible for me in the very conservative home in which I was raised. I do remember very vividly my first experience. When I was 13, our family was trailor camping in a forest in the south of England. It was a lovely morning and I was up before anyone else. I stepped outside in the dewy morning in my pajamas and found a path leading away into the woods. The temptation was too great. Once I was out of sight, I took off all my clothing and ran naked through the forest. It was a fantastic feeling! Unfortunately, it was not an experience I could repeat easily. As I grew through my teen years, there was no possibility of being nude at home or in the back yard.
I had to be satisfied wearing brief underwear and I would sometimes lie on a towel in the yard. My mother was not thrilled, but did not say too much. Some years later, I was married and I remember with great fondness a day when my young bride and I walked naked in a field...