and loved the feeling of being naked.
During my teen years I wasn’t a recluse in my love of naturism and would not hesitate to confess to my love of being naked. Always in the context of the conversation, I never shoved it in peoples faces so to speak, but in the event the conversation had a leaning toward skinny dipping or the like I would say that I don’t have any trouble joining in or taking part.
Right up to the day I got married I had not experienced societal nudity like in a club or seashore. Of course my wife knew of my love of being naked but at that time did not join me in my naked time. It was in the 2nd year of union that we wnt on a camping holiday to Europe with friends. We travelled through Belgium, Holland, Germany, Denmark and Sweden.
On the return trip we stopped for a few nights on the Isle of Sylt which is just off Germany near the boarder with Denmark. My wife was there when she was quite modest as her family was stationed there with the RAF. There has been nude beaches on Sylt for years.
When we’d set up the tent our friends went off into the town and I asked the wife if she needed to check out the shore. To this she agreed. It was just the other side of the road from where we’d camped so away we went. We walked through the dunes and came out on to a wonderful beach where everybody were bare. The wife looked at me and grinned saying go on then I understand you need to join in. So I did!!! This was my first time nude in a societal setting and it felt marvelous to be naked with others who loved the same feeling I did.
We sat down on the beach and just relaxed for a short time. The wife at this point was still textile. I’m not one for sitting around for extended spans and went for a walk along the waters edge. I’d like to add at this point that whilst we had been in Sweden I had sunbathed nude on a few affairs when we were in the dunes by ourselves and the wife had gone topless. On returning from my walk I seen a sight that’ll remain with me forever, my wife was lying on her back totally bare. This was such a great sight that I have to admit it gave me my first erection on a nude beach.
She said that she’d felt the odd one out with others bare around http://nudistsnude.com so she joined in. When we decided we better walk back to the tent we simply picked up our clothes and walked as far as we dare before putting them back on to cross the dunes and also the road back to the camp site. On the walk back she told me that she now knew why I liked being bare as the feeling was out of this world and we made arrangements to spend more time on the beach the following day which was the last before the long drive home.
When we got back to the tent our buddy were back from town and asked us where we’d been so we told them we’d been to have a look at the nude beach. They asked what it absolutely was like and if there were many folks there. http://girlnudist.com answered by saying there were two more when we got there… you should have seen there faces.
From that day forward we’ve enjoyed a nudist lifestyle and not concealed the fact we are nudists from friends or family members. That was 37 years ago this summer. Some of the family however believe we’re wierd but who cares… we don’t.
Spread the word.. Bare is finest. Bob..