Amateur George's & Other Naturist's First Time Nude Swimming| FREE AMATEUR TEEN

I was not born into a nudist family and therefore I was taught that one should not go around without their clothes on. Being nude in front of others was acceptable only in certain situations (Doctor's office, locker rooms, school showers, or other places where changing clothing was acceptable) and only for the short time it was required. One just did not walk around nude in mixed company.

As a youngster I went to a summer camp that was run by my Father and once a week we had "Scrub". Normally we wore out bathing suits when we swam in the lake, but on "Scrub Day" we took soap to the lake and left our suits in the cabins. As this is the only way we could really wash, and because it was an all boys' camp, the required nudity was acceptable. Because I could not swim I did not like going to the lake at all. As far as I was concerned being being nude with the other boys was not the problem being at the lake was.

A number of years later I finally learned how to swim and found nude swimming was much more enjoyable without wet clothing. Before the YMCA went co-ed I frequently swam nude there. I was sorry, at the time, when the Y changed its policy and required suits.

I wanted to go SKINNY-DIPPING and I doing so in alone in a remote area was unsafe

As there are not a lot of clothing optional beaches in Eastern Massachusetts (maybe some but they were hard to get to) I felt that my skinny-dips would be very few and very far between.

One day I found out about a resort near me where one could swim suit free without hassle. I sent for the information.

While I had never been uncomfortable being nude for short periods of time in places where it was expected, I had never gone around nude for an extended period of time and certainly not in mixed company.

My first project, therefore, was to be comfortable with myself nude for no particular reason. I practiced doing that by going around my apartment nude. Nudity was required when washing dishes, watching TV, paying bills, and doing many other household tasks.

I wasn't sure what my first visit to Solair would be like, but I definitely wanted to give it a try. I could always go home. I checked into the office, completed some paperwork, showed identification, and then drove to another parking area where I would be met by someone from the membership committee

As I drove past the lake I saw a beach populated by nude of men, women, and children. They seemed quite comfortable and unashamed. Nice tans. As the brochure stated, clothing obviously was out of place in this setting. Well, even though no one knew me, I was not going to embarrass myself in public by looking out of place. I undressed

I did not have to wait long before I was greeted by a nude man who gave me and another couple the tour of the campground. The tour ended at the lake and I was on my own. Well, I was here to go skinny-dipping and there was the lake. I swam for a while and then decided to just sit and sun on the beach. Without wet clothing I was warm and comfortable. Sure I was nude, but so was everyone else and, again, clothing was definitely out of place here.

Later I took a short walk on my own. As I passed other people a smile and "Hello" was in order, the lack of clothing was of no significance.

I returned to the lake for more naked swimming home and sunning.

Before going home I took a warm shower in the round building that housed the showers. As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying area humid, I went outside. That did it for me. I was dried by the gentle breeze and the warm sun. That convinced me that this was how we were meant to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being nude. I completed the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.

That was my first real nudist experience. I have given up the textile life and now am clothed only when required. Since that time I have joined a number of naturist organizations and participated in a number of nudist activities. I have attended a lot of the TNS Gatherings & Festivals. I also have been on nude cruises.

Miami Nude Beach Nudity, Please Read!

There's something liberating about the antic of being naked. The freedom. The exhilaration. The lack of pocket lint. Unfortunately, for most people the notion of nudity requires some rationale - no matter how silly that rationale may be. Streaking across a football field. Skinny-dipping in a lake. Mooning for the camera. Photocopying your butt. Playing naked Twister. Flashing a nun after sixth-period class, hoping she didn't recognize you and isn't at this instant phoning your parents. For most people, it's all about the naughty thrill of getting caught or exposing a private part. But not for all. No, for many it's perfectly routine, as normal and natural as, say, kissing hands or shaking a baby.

Nude beaches are the perfect denominators for these two groups, the puritans and the pure exhibitionists, the fakirs and the non-fakers. Think of it as a big game of strip poker where everybody has crappy hands. The thing to remember is that nude sunbathing isn't about sex or exhibitionism - we'll leave that to the nudist colonies and Courtney Love. Nude sunbathing is about elation and free-spiritedness (and avoiding wedgies and ugly tan lines).

I've made the trek to No Clothes Land many a time. I've dropped trou in Europe, where it's no big deal - heck, even the Royal Family has displayed a boob or two (not counting Prince Charles). Black's Beach in San Diego is world famous for nude sun worshipping. And, of course, here in Miami, we have Haulover Beach.

One of the misconceptions about nudity is that every human body is beautiful (Right). The key to inoffensive nude sunbathing is to do just that - sunbathe. Do not play volleyball in the buff. No grilling or barbecuing. Even if your Playgirl's Mr. January, do not perform an oil and air filter change on your auto while naked. An watch the jogging - you could poke somebody's eye out.

Nude beachgoers often have their social cliques and routines. They picnic and fraternize, and they love to mingle. Zoiks. These people who sashay up and down the beach wearing nothing but a smile and a spare tire are the same folks you find in the receiving line at a wedding wielding a business card and a can of Binaca.

When I venture to Haulover, I stick close to my blanket or hit the water. I don�t wander about. It�s like you want to work the room, but there�s no place to put your hands and no appropriate place to hang your Walkman. (Plus, you feel like you�ve gone to a party and everyone�s wearing the same thing.) Personally, I happen to like being naked. It�s never bothered me. I often get home from work, disrobe, and sit naked on my couch eating cereal. (Did I just cross the line of too much information?) Some people are uncomfortable naked. I�m not. What I do have a problem with, however, is being ugly and naked. Statistics show that the number of people who enjoy nude sunbathing is proportionate to those who should put something on. Like a tarp. Or one of those tents that they use when they�re debugging a house. That one of the reasons why I prefer the sanctity of my blanket. I can feign sleep (or death, if necessary) should some naked old man approach me and start to discuss today�s undertow as he squats liberally in front of me.

Sunscreen: I�d be remiss if I didn�t stress the importance of proper protection. Those regions that rarely see the light of day are the first to succumb to the sun�s deadly rays. Hence, watch your behind, or your buns will be toast. As for � how do I say this politely � garnishing your weenie, yes, your little buddy needs sunblock, but remember, you�re in public. There a fine line between safety and pleasure when applying lotion to Mr. Happy. I�ve seen guys go at it like they�re greasing a fire pole. So take it easy. Don't make things hard on yourself.

When it comes to accessories, there are certain things you should and should not bring to a nude beach. Telescopes and binoculars are definite no-nos. You may think of this as a ball game, but I�m sure the Red Sox would beg to differ. Likewise with a camcorder � carrying a video camera at a nude beach is the pervert�s equivalent of driving by a schoolyard with a van full of candy. As for ready, avoid books with titles like Justice of the Piece. Stick to Field and Stream, Reader�s Digest or the Gideon Bible. Sunglasses are a must. If you�re gonna ogle, at least do it behind your Maui Jims.

As for your random beach bump-ins, there are obvious encounters. Besides bodies that you�d rather not see naked, piercings are immensely popular. Popular, I surmise, because they�re in places that wouldn�t necessarily be exposed at Publix (unless you shop at the new one by the bay). I�ve seen nipples that look like parachute rip cords.

And below the belt, I�ve seen piercings that made me recoil. (Come to think of it, I�ve seen coils down there, too.) And little napkin rings. And something called a Prince Albert. I�ve seen less metal at a gun show. And shaving. Hmmmm. Apparently trimming the hedges has become all the rage. Some folks go for the close cropping; others like it smooth. I haven�t seen topiary this creative since I was at the Botanical Gardens.

Nude sunbathing can be a kick, an exciting way to liven up an otherwise dull day at the beach. For the ladies, it means being able to wear a sundress without worrying about unsightly strap lines. For the guys, it means there�s no need to adjust the boys: it�s a wind sock now. For all of us it means an escape, a break from our daily worries and cares, a moment�s freedom where less is so much more � except when it comes to that sunscreen.