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First time naturist experience

My husband and were invited to some relatively new friend's house for dinner one evening.
   
Over dinner they told us about their apartment in France and by the end of dinner had invited us to join them for a few days break in June.
   We were delighted to accept and after we had committed ourselves they said "well, we had better let you know where it is, it is in a naturist site called Cap D'Adge.   
My husband and I laughed it off and said it wouldn't matter to us as we were both broad minded and anyway, we would probably keep our kit on if that was ok.

The time came for us to go, they had driven down and we would fly and they would pick us up from the airport.    
The husband was waiting for us with their dog, his wife was organising food for a jubilee party, they had invited a few friends around for lunch to celebrate the queen's jubilee and our arrival.
    
We entered into the "village", going through security which I found a little strange and drove down the road by the port.     
I noticed one couple strolling hand in hand alongside the boats, with no clothes on.    
I had a little smirk to myself and then as we entered into the hub of the port noticed that people were everywhere with no clothes on.    
I must admit I was gob-smacked. I had never seen anything like it, they were all completely naked, sitting around in bars, strolling down the street and just acting normal.     
We retrieved our luggage out of the boot and made our way to the apartment, which happened to be above the bars and nightclubs, a two minute walk from the port.
   
I felt that people were staring at us as we were dressed, I felt like the odd one out.     We went into the gated apartment area of a small complex and were greeted with union jack buntings and flags,
red white and blue everywhere and many people standing around eating and drinking....... completely  naked.
    
I again was shocked and suprised.  

People were  introduced to us and I was shaking hands and kissing people who were completely naked. 
  
It was awkward for me as I had never encountered such a situation and didn't quite know what to do next, I didnt feel comfortable at taking my clothes off straight away.  

My husband on the other hand could not wait to get his kit off.    He was straight in the bedroom, kit on the floor and strolled out into the throng of people like he had been naked all his life.    I stood in the bedroom for what seemed like a long time in a dilemma as what to do.   
I decided that I would take my top off but pop on a sarong to cover myself,  leaving my shorts on.     
I went back out and joined the others.     Everyone was extremely friendly and people were asking if it was our first time at a naturist village, encouraging me to take my time and only do things which were comfortable.   

After a few glasses of wine I decided to take my sarong off, baring my breasts.    I felt liberated and free and started to enjoy the freedom of having no top on in such a social environment.     I looked around, there was only me with shorts on.    
I went to the bedroom, took off my shorts and pants and wrapped my sarong around my hips, swaggering back into the throng of people, feeling sexy and very comfortable.  
 
There were people all ages and shapes and sizes, no one cared.   
 
By the time we were toasting the queen the sun was beating down on my skin and I was feeling so content and happy to be among this throng of English, French and Swedish people that I discretely took my sarong off and stood there completely naked.
    
I kept pinching myself to see if it was actually me standing there amongst all of these people, all of them strangers except for our two friends, completely naked.
    
It was a fantastic day, a memory to treasure for all sorts of reasons.


The next day we got up to be greeted by our two naked friends.    My husband didn't have a care in the world, he took the dog for a walk with our friend completely naked.   
I helped to clear the house from the evenings debris and kept chuckling to myself that I had never done housework before naked.    
I never put my clothes on through the day for the rest of the week and it was fantastic.    We played Boules naked, swam naked, went to restaurants naked, shopped naked,  and it was the most liberating feeling I have ever had.   
No one judged or made you feel uncomfortable.      And the evening entertainment was like nothing I had ever imagined in my life.    We would just sit in a bar and people watch, the most amazing array of clothing and people I have ever seen.     

At the airport on our way home my husband turned to me and said "well, we had a great time didnt we".    

He does't usually like going on holiday so for him to say that meant that he really did have a good time.    
I agreed, it was the most relaxing holiday we had ever had.     
I do a little modelling at home (I am a mature 53 year old with curves!), I have recently joined the RAMM website for artists models, including life drawings.   
I would never dreamed of doing that before I went away on this holiday.     It has opened up a whole new world.
        
We are now booked to go back with our friend's in September........ I cant wait.........  One thing is for sure, my suitcase will be much lighter the next trip!!


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The Accidental Nudist

I think It was in the summer of 1980
when I accidentally had my first experience.
I was living in Kent at the time, and had decided to go for a head-clearing walk after a particularly tough week at work.

I made my way through the village of Darenth and kept up a manly stride along some long narrow lanes, alone with my thoughts.
After some time, it dawned on me that I had kept walking and not seen another being, just the occasional car.

It further dawned on me that it was now bloody hot with the combination of the physical effort, and the midday sun, and boy, was I thirsty. The trouble was that having walked so far, it seemed pointless just to turn back and I considered my best bet was to hope to come across a country pub where I could get a drink and then get a taxi back.
After about another half hour, a car drew slowly next to me, containing two females.
The older one shouted " Are you heading for the club?"

I immediately imagined some sort of golf or rugby club which surely must offer liquid refreshment,so I lied "Yes"


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My first time as a naturist

My first time was in the mid 50's when I took the plunge and attended
a International Naturist Convention being held at the Duke of Bedfords.

I had borrowed my brothers small tent and set it up, surrounded by several children who were highly amused at my efforts of erecting this tent. However their friendliness and laughter etc, put me at ease and soon ..


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A New Nudist Experience!

A few years ago, whilst holidaying in Gran Canaria,  I was wandering along the long sandy beaches at Playa del Ingles, enjoying the combination of the hot sun and the fresh sea air, when it dawned on me that I was being continually overtaken by hordes of people that weren’t admiring the scenery, but were purposefully striding into the distance.
“Where are all these people going?”  I mused, “There doesn’t appear to be anything worth heading towards.”
Curious, I decided to follow them, wondering why so many people would want to flock away from these beautiful surroundings.
After a couple of miles of quick-stepping along the sand, many of the people I was following started to slow down, and drift away from the sea shore towards some sand dunes.
“This doesn’t make any sense” I thought to myself “Why leave that lovely beach back in Playa del Ingles,  to come all the way here and to visit some dunes?”
Then I realised that people were taking off their swimwear and not replacing it. Also, there didn’t seem to be any attempt to conceal their own nudity.
It then further dawned on me that the people lying on the sun loungers were also naked…they hadn’t been visible from the sea front. It was obviously a nudist beach.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I walked back to the waters edge. I felt uncomfortable because I was clothed, ok it was just a pair of shorts, but I also didn’t want to appear as if I was some sort of peeping pervert.
I carried on walking, at a much slower pace, taking in the interesting images. By now, I must have entered the heart of the nudist beach area, because there were naked people everywhere, all shapes and sizes, all ages, all looking quite normal, apart from their nudity. 
Nakedness everywhere, in the sea, surrounding the beach bar, playing ball games on the sand, everyone doing exactly as they would on a normal beach, only in the nude.
They must be Weirdo’s, I thought to myself, and carried on walking towards, what I came to know as Maspalomas.
As I left the naturist part of the beach, it seemed almost strange to see people with their swimsuits on. I sort of missed the comparative freedom that I had seen with the naked people earlier.
After a Tapas style lunch, and quite a few pints of Tropical beer to quench my thirst after the long walk,  I  decided to head back to the apartment at Playa de Ingles, conveniently passing the naturist beach on the way.





















Filled with bravado caused by the Spanish beer, I had made my mind up that I too, wanted to experience being naked on a beach.
However, as I got nearer, my stomach tightened.  Fingers of panic started to set in, although I didn’t know why. Was it some form of deep rooted insecurity?

I took a deep breath and strode into the nudist area.
















As I located an empty lounger, I was grateful that the majority of naked sun worshipers were snoozing in the mid afternoon sun, so there wouldn’t be too many to witness my initial stripping-off.
As removed my clothes, I remembered to my horror, that because I had been swimming and sunbathing earlier with my trunks on.  I had “White bits.”
In fact, as I took off my shorts, it looked as though I still had a pair of Very White trunks on, because the sun hadn’t christened that particular area!
I put a towel over the sun-lounger, and feeling awkward at the newness of this novel situation, lay back and tried to relax.
“Excuse me, do you have the time?”
Irritated, I opened my eyes to see a naked bearded guy, sitting on the next lounger along, pointing to his wrist.
We ended up having a long conversation about holidays, cars and football. He introduced me to his wife who had just woken up, and it turned out that it was their first time on a nudist beach too.
As the subject came round to naturism, I suddenly realised that I had been sat chatting to this couple, and had almost forgotten that I was naked, and furthermore, wasn’t really noticing their nudity!
We swum naked in the sea, which was a wonderful experience, but it was strange to see clothed people walking by, giving us a similar look to one that I was probably giving a few hours earlier!
For me that was it.
For the rest of the holiday I did the route march from Playa del ingles to Maspalomas, and spent each day on the nudist beach, deepening my all-over tan and relaxing in the glorious sunshine.
By the end of the holiday, now feeling confident amongst my new-found nudist friends,  I looked at passing holiday makers in traditional
beach attire, and thought:.. 
“What are those weirdo’s doing with their clothes on!”


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