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My Nude Awakening

Written by Karl

     I can still remember the first time that I experienced what it was like to be naked.  I was 5 years old and living in the country just outside of a small community.  My mother was giving me a summer bath in our backyard using a large galvanized tub and a water hose with which to fill it, and also to rinse me off.  Because our property was adjacent to the main road leading into town, there was always some amount of traffic during the daylight hours.  The traffic consisted of family vehicles and a few large trucks from various businesses located along the road.  As I was sitting there in the tub getting myself scrubbed from head-to-toe, I was paying little attention to the passersby.  But then, just as I was being instructed to stand up for my rinsing, a large semi began slowly passing by our yard.  Standing naked in the middle of the tub for all the world to see, I was startled by a very loud, blaring horn as the truck came by.  Of course, I looked in the direction of the loud noise and saw a huge smile on the face of an older, suntanned face.  Thinking rightly or wrongly that the driver was honking at me, I made the immediate conclusion that he rather enjoyed seeing me naked, and I smiled back at him while at the same time wiggling my little butt from side-to-side in an effort to acknowledge his appreciation.  As I did this, and for the first time in my life, I felt the sensation of being naked outdoors -- and with it -- my first sensual feelings of a warm breeze carressing my body.

     I thought about this several years later and came to the conclusion that the truck driver was more than likely honking at my mother, who was quite young at the time.  Still, I did remember how good it felt to be outside and naked, and to have someone see me without my clothes.  It made an impression on me that has lasted to this day.

     In my young adulthood, I realized that nudity was something I needed.  It was my drug of choice, I suppose.  I began to look for any excuse to be naked, and places where I could make it happen.  I would often go on long hikes in the woods during summer vacations from school.  As soon as I knew I was alone, I'd shed my clothes and walk for miles in my nakedness.  The bottoms of my feet were hardened by walking over sticks and burrs, as I found that to attain a true and complete nude feeling, I had to remove my shoes.  When I was in my teens I would drive out to any number of farm ponds to go fishing by myself.  Once there, I would strip down and catch many a fish completely naked.  If it was dark by the time I left, I would stowe my clothes in the car and drive for awhile in the buff, not getting dressed again until I was closer to home.  At other times, if my parents were not at home, I'd just spend my time around the house with nothing on.

     I had always known, of course, that most others didn't share my passion for the naked truth.  However, it was during my first marriage that I found out just how little some people thought of nudity.  For the span of 15 years that I was married, whenever I would bring up the subject to my wife, I was looked upon as some type of pervert.  According to her, the only time we should have been naked together was when we were in bed, while covered up and having sex.  On a couple of occasions I tried sitting on my sofa and watching tv in the nude.  It was in my own house, with my own wife!  But NO!  Heaven forbid that I could share this little bit of honesty with anyone.  She called me every name she could think of and tried to make me feel like some sort of freak.  And what's more, she told her parents (and probably her friends) about my desires.  And they too, thought I was more than a little strange for having what I thought to be a perfectly normal urge.  Due to all the hostility surrounding my need for being free, I was forced to resort to being naked outside of my own home whenever I could.

     It was only after my divorce that I could finally explore -- fully and freely --other outlets for my passion.  One day, as I was listening to the evening news, I became interested in a story that was being told about a local nudist club.  Up until that time I hadn't even been aware that there was such a place anywhere near to me.  I took quick note of the name of the club and decided to call them the next day.  This I did, but was told by the manager that they were going to be closed the following weekend.  Therefore, I made arrangements for my first visit a couple of weeks later.  During the intervening period, I was both nervous, but resolute in my intention and determination to be naked with other naked people for the first time in my life.  I couldn't wait!

     On a Saturday morning, two weeks later, I stopped by a local drugstore to purchase some sunscreen before heading out to the club.  As I was reading all the labels on all the many brands, a very cute girl in her twenties was standing beside me doing the same.  We got to talking and she told me that she and her husband were heading out to the lake for the first time of the summer season.  Unabashedly, I remarked that I was going to a nudist club for the first time!  She looked stunned at this news, and maybe even a little embarrassed.  As she left the area in a huff, I was actually excited at telling another person what I was up to.  I felt I was getting even closer to total freedom.

     When I arrived at the nudist club, I parked my car in the parking lot and made my way up to the clubhouse/office area.  There, a rather nice-looking, slim-figured woman came out to greet me.  She was, of course, totally nude and not the least bit shy about it.  She introduced herself as the person I had talked to on the phone, and began to explain to me about all the club rules.  As I was standing there listening, I saw no one else but her.  After everything was explained, I went back to my car to undress and to retrieve a towel for my first day as a social nudist.  I opened the trunk for my towel, then pulled off my t-shirt.  I then pulled off my shorts, my underwear and my shoes, and there I was, standing behind my car completely naked.  And for the first time in my life, I didn't need to worry about a thing!  I was in complete, naked heaven.

     Walking back up to the clubhouse and pool area, I dangled my towel in front of me, just a little nervous of the unknown.  As I entered the clubhouse for the first time, I found only about six others sitting on a large sofa watching a taped version of the same newscast I had seen two weeks earlier.  I was invited to sit with them and watch it again.  Sitting between a guy on one side of me and a rather large woman on the other, I felt my nakedness more than I ever had before.  But surprisingly, I felt comfortable with my new surroundings and finished the broadcast before heading with the others out to the pool.  Getting in the water, I immediately knew I'd found a home.  There were naked men and women floating on air mattresses on the top of the water.  There were children of all ages playing in the lower end, and a number of adults lying about in all their beautiful nakedness on chaise lounges surrounding the pool.  I took a place in the water and hung on the edge of the pool and began sharing nudist stories with others: how long?  what clubs?  any beaches, etc.?  I found to my surprise, I suppose, that nudists were anybody and everybody.  I didn't find anyone to be abnormal or different in any way, as people had tried to label me in the past.  One lady was the director of a local performing arts center, one man was a policeman whom everyone -- including myself -- recognized from his weekly televised anti-crime series.  It was perfectly normal in every respect, except that it was total bliss.

     I've come along way since that first day of social nudism.  Over the last several years I've belonged to two different nudist resorts.  I've visited by myself and have taken an ocassional girlfriend now and then.  I've visited several nude beaches in this country and have visited nudist resorts in the Carribbean.  I know that I've always been a nudist, but now I'm much less shy about it than I was in my earlier days.  I still look for any excuse to get naked, and I'll shed my clothes at the drop of a hat.  I wish that everyone could see how wonderful nudity really is, and that there weren't so many laws forbidding it.  I'd walk naked down the middle of the road if it weren't illegal.

     It doesn't matter how young or old a person might be.  It doesn't matter how tall, how short, how thin or how large you are.  Young, taut skin or saggy and wrinkled makes no difference.  Nudity doesn't discriminate with its many benefits and rewards.  The welcome, gentle warmth of a spring day after a long winter cold is felt by all -- all over.  A gentle summer breeze and a strong autumn wind can both provide a sensual sensation as they greet every part of a person's body.  Without the restraints of clothing, a person is able to be completely free, open and honest.  There's nothing to hide.

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+2 #1 Wow! — timoria 2011-03-27 10:14

I didnt know there were nude resorts. I always thought you had to travel to countries that were socially and culturally liberal in terms of nudity. I once went to Miami for vacation and was stunned at how many women were topless on the beach. I wanted to do it, but was nervous about my friends seeing me naked and was insecure about my weight at the time. KUDOS! to you

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