These are other people's First Experiences:

Craig writes:

Peter, as you had a bit to do with my transformation from textile to nudist I thought it only right that I share my experiences with you and your website readers.

Like a lot of people I have chatted to, both on line and in person, I first noticed I liked being naked as a child. I can't remember much about being a toddler but I have seen pictures taken by my Mum and Dad on the cold and wet beaches of Yorkshire wandering about with no clothes on, I looked at ease and happy, I don't know if this was because I was naked or just that we had escaped to the seaside for a day.

By the age of 10 I had started to feel a bit overdressed while in bed. I would normally have to change into my think, warm PJ's and then climb into my freshly made bed (no duvet or "eider down" for us, we tightly wrapped sheets and blankets). One night I decided to try sleeping without my PJ's so slipped them off and laid them on the floor by the side of the bed. I remember the feeling like it was yesterday, the touch of the fresh sheets on my skin was amazing and later on when the sheets/blankets had been released slightly by my tossing and turning, the feel of the cool air on me.

That morning there was another 1st for this young naturist to be, my 1st experience of people being shocked and/or disgusted with the idea of being nude. My Mum walked into the bedroom to gets me up for school and she saw the pile of clothes on the floor, her 1st assumption was that I had "leaked" during the night and that I needed cleaning up, off came the covers and to her horror there was no little accident to clean up. I said to her that I had decided to take them off because I was too warm but all I got for my troubles was an order to never take my PJ's off in bed again. I wasn't sure why it had to be like that but I didn't argue, I just made sure in the nights to come I hid my PJ's somewhere in the bed and made sure I had them back on before my parents woke up.

At 14 I was left alone in the house more often so I decided to experiment with taking my clothes off when it wasn't time for sleep so would spend between 15mins and 2 hours walking around the house or just watching TV, on a few occasions I even wandered out of the kitchen door and into the back garden. 2 houses over looked us but both were empty so I could lay out in the moonlight. I was always terrified that someone would see me and tell my Mum. I believe these few years of hiding my nakedness away from everyone made me, like a lot of other people, think that being naked was naughty, rude or just down-right perverted.

My naked evenings ended at 16 when my brother came back from Uni. and spent most of his time in front of the TV and I wouldn't be naked inside or outside for another 16 years unless it was showering, changing or sleeping with my partner.

At 32 I saw a copy of H&E in the corner shop and remembered the feelings I had had when I was younger so decided to do something about it. This being the 21st century I got straight online and looked up sites on naturism and nudism to find places to go and if there was any advice people could give me.

The 1st place I found was P.A.N (Plymouth Area Nudists), an online forum for people who enjoyed being out of their clothes. I read a lot of the previous posts by the members and they seemed to be quite a normal bunch, no mention of playing volleyball and no mass nude exercising. My 1st post was to say hello and to address the one problem I was absolutely terrified of, "The Erection".

At 32 I wasn't a virgin but I also knew I had no control over "The Little Fellow" and I knew that if I got naked anywhere but in the bedroom or bathroom I would start to point at people and I was worried I would be chased off the beach. I got a few replies on the forum greeting me and welcoming me to the site and some even commented on my worries. The main advice was if anything happened don't wave it about, just lay down on my front, cover myself with a towel or, if near the sea, go for a swim. This did help a bit but I was still worried about being chased off the beach.

This is when I 1st saw this site, I was amazed by the amount of detail I could find out about a lot of things and the advice on erections was simple and honest. It happens, it's natural so don't worry.I looked up places where I could go on the Internet and was told about a few quiet places that might be ok for my 1st outing. In my 1st month of trying them out I travelled over 2000 miles, 2 hours driving to Exmoor to walk in the open for 30 mins before driving 2 hours back, 2 ½ hours to Plymouth to get lost looking for a beach at Downderry, walking ½ a mile down the side of a very dangerous looking cliff at Sidmouth just to get away from people who might see me.

My 1st proper beach outing was in Weston, to the East of Sidmouth, I plucked up enough courage to walk down the long and steep path down to the beach and then after 30 mins sat near the sea I managed to move the ½ mile to the nudist bit. There were only about 5 people there when I got there so it wasn't too bad. I put my towel down, stripped off and laid down to catch some rays but as I was still very nervous I found it very hard to turn over, if it wasn't for the prospect of 3rd degree burns to my back I think I would have stayed there all day. At last I did manage to turn over and get the sun on the rest of my body. The day was great but it didn't really help me with my worries, as I didn't see 1 naked female so I was still thinking about what might happen if I did see one.

My next outing was the biggy; I was going to go to the large, busy, unofficial beach at Slapton. I set out towards the beach with just about everything I would have needed to climb Everest, I had a beach tent, wind break, 2 towels, a camping mat, 5 litres of water and 4 bottles of sun cream. I must have looked a sight sweating away carrying all the kit on the hottest day of the year so far. I set up base camp about ¾ the way down the beach, at the base of the cliffs well away from the numerous camps set up near the water. After about 2 hours of roasting on both sides I noticed that there were a lot of single men wandering about, stopping to look at my encampment and then moving on again, after another hour I noticed that a crowd had formed near the side of my tent. Being quite nosey I stood up and looked over my tent to see what was going on and wished I hadn't, there was a group of men around one woman (I won't go into details) and a couple a little further off. I just packed up and disappeared from there without looking back. I stopped by the sea and was quite surprised and amazed I had walked past about 40 people without even thinking about it and without anything popping up and having a look around.

I now go to Slapton as much as possible (work and weather permitting) and only take the bare essentials, I still feel a bit out of place on the beach but that is because a lot of people think that a single bloke on the beach is only there for one thing but I try to forget about there misconceptions about me and get on with topping up the tan.

Lately I have found out that a friend of 14 years and his girlfriend are into naturism but have never been anywhere in this country so we are planning a trip to Slapton as soon as we can all get the same days off work.

My 1st venture into naturism and spending all that time looking for places to go without people seeing me seems so far off. The sad little 32 year old has grown up and no longer worries about being naked in front of other people, he can spend a day out on the beach with complete strangers or an evening in front of the TV with his best mate and his girlfriend.

Thankfully I am no longer that 32 year old, in July I reached the ripe old age of 33 and will look back on this 1st summer of nakedness as the start of a great life for me.

It is my mission now to get people to accept me for who I am, on the beaches and in the "Sun Clubs".

I am a single man who enjoys being out of his clothes; I am not a dirty pervert out to look at peoples' wives, girlfriends, children or grandmothers.

Robert writes:

Nudity wasn't permitted in our house, as a child I knew it just wasn't the done thing. 'Nudists' were considered very odd! Aged 12 or 13 I discovered 'H&E' magazine. It was easily available and proved very 'educational 'for me to enjoy seeing pictures of naked people for the first time.

On my first package holiday abroad to Spain I was 24. At the hotel I shared a table in the restaurant with a couple in their early 40s. As I got to know them over dinner they revealed they were naturists and would I like to join them the next day on the naturist beach. I was quite taken aback and struggled for an excuse. I didn't like the idea of hem seeing my bits! I tried to avoid being in the restaurant at the same time for the rest of the holiday, in case of another offer!

By the time I reached 30 I was coming around to the idea of nudity! I discovered in part of the back garden I couldn't be seen by neighbours and started to sunbathe nude regularly. Then progressed to visiting the nearest naturist beach (Holkham in Norfolk) I was totally shocked one day to meet up with a guy I worked with - both of us totally nude! It was quite strange seeing someone I knew, out of context of how I usually knew them! It turned out he and his wife were committed naturists and he would often visit the beach to relax with and without his wife.

When I moved house, one of the criteria was to have a totally secluded garden. I'm lucky to have found a place with no immediate neighbours, so I can be naked most of the summer - British summer permitting! Despite my private garden, I still love the beach and always seem to get a better tan with the sea air and salt water of the sea.

Of course, for a male, the first aspect about being naked in public is the concern over getting an erection. But it's just so easy to roll over onto the tummy if something starts to rise! If I am in the privacy of my own garden I usually find myself very hard when the sun beats down on my exposed penis. It's a pity the male erection is frowned upon and still often viewed as 'obscene' because it's only natural.

I am now in my forties and very accepting of my nakedness. I have experimented over the years with shaving and have been totally devoid of body hair at times. However I do find it difficult to maintain the totally smooth look and don't like the feel of the growth. So I now just trim my pubic hair and keep my balls shaved. Likewise I keep my rear shaved, which I find better for cleanliness.

Adrian writes:

One of my earliest nudist experiences was when I was 10 yrs. old. My parents had bought a swimming pool that summer and one day when no one was around I slipped off my swim trunks and swam nude for about 10 minutes. It was the most comfortable feeling.

As I was underwater my two nieces had come out of the house, I had just enough time to place my swim trunks in front of me to try and cover up. To this day, I don't know if they could see if I was nude.

Since I grew up with a large family, nudity was never really possible for me and that wondrous 10 minutes had slipped my mind. It wasn't until I came across Peter's site that I rediscovered that feeling. I began to read Peter's site and about how so many people enjoy being nude that I decided to be nude in the house, and then outdoors. And that first time outdoors nude was exhilarating the warm wind blowing on my body was even more exciting than that first nude swim. Now I prefer to be nude when ever practical.

HARVEY'S FIRST EXPERIENCES:

I started removing clothing when I was left alone in the house at a young age. I also remember an encounter on the beach where I lived. After school I use to play on the beach with another school mate. We were about 10 to 11 yrs old. A male had arrived on the beach and totally undressed and sat sunbathing in a small cove nearby but was sometimes fully visible too us and passers-by would sometimes stop and he would hold conversation with them. The beach although near a residential area was also secluded at this end. I was totally fascinated as was my friend. We continued playing and also watched for a while. After he tried to shoo us away we both accepted each others existence and we gradually lost interest and returned to our play. I also remember he was often fully erect [ also while talking to the odd passer-by ] although this interestingly did not cause me any concern. I thought it was just very natural. It was his total nakedness in public that was fascinating. After 2-3 hours he eventually left the beach.

My next experience occurred shortly after when I visited a school mates farm which had a small river/stream on the property. We both decided to play in the water and removed our clothes. We also wandered through the trees and a nearby field for a short distance. It was the middle of summer. The warm breeze over ones naked body with the odour of warm grass was unforgettable. This continued for a short while and I remember at the time I was constantly erect which was natural to me; as kids we never thought anything of it. A short time later my friends father appeared and gave us a fright. I had thought his reaction may be one of anger and disgust but he said nothing and left us alone. What a relief.

During High School days we lived near a forest and another mate and I would disappear in the woods and sunbathe nude and often have wrestling matches. These were very enjoyable days exploring male teenage urges.

In my 20s I investigated joining a nudist club and talked a girlfriend into trying it out as they often gave preference to couples joining and there was a definite stigma attached to the single male. We both enjoyed it and I was hooked for life although she did not continue visiting. My biggest fear in joining was the erection problem and for a while I put it off. I went to great lengths to ensure it wouldn't happen prior to visiting the grounds. [I sometimes self stimulation was necessary ]. Over time this dissipated. I have spoken to other male non nudists and its there first question and concern. I think this fear deters many men from joining and clubs would do themselves a service if they just admitted its OK, its expected and its natural, and you don't have to immediately hide it providing one doesn't flaunt it or cause discomfort to others nearby.

The Boys High School I went to also had a sports teacher who encouraged nude swimming in the school pool. If you forgot your togs you were still expected to swim nude. At that time only a few boys had the courage. My fear was an erection and I chickened out which I now regret.

I remember visiting a nude beach, I was in my early 20s which backed to trees and small cliffs. At one end of the beach was an opening where one could walk from the sand directly onto grassy fields where horses grazed. A wire fence was in between. I had arrived early in the day and had stripped off and was standing by the opening, gazing out to sea. No one else had arrived. I heard a sound behind me and turned to see 2 older teenage girls on horseback about 10 to 20 ft away. If I had known they were nearby I would have moved to another part of the beach. They had obviously seen me from a distance and may have been curious. I said hi, coughed nervously and attempted to hide my instant erection that had developed. I minute seemed like an hour and I remember wishing that I could be swallowed by the sand. Being caught nude was one thing but my erection and embarrassment was another. I was very careful when nude in public not to offend anyone and this had happened so fast. There was no way I could do anything, my towel and clothing were further down the beach, I just stood there frozen and admired the horses, and they sat on their horses motionless staring. All our gazes were locked. Time stood still. They noticed my condition but did not seem concerned by it and some small talk erupted. Big sigh of relief. They left shortly after. I will always fondly remember that experience and the positive way in which we all reacted. No offence was intended and they were not offended. I think they had heard about the beach as clothing optional and were curious and determined to check it out.

Over the years I have come more out of the closet and most people are accepting. I visit nude beachs and the odd organised event when time allows. Love playing tennis nude. At the moment Im single and live indoors nude as much as possible. My mission is to convert as many friends as possible.

Adrian's First Experiences:

The idea to shave my pubic hair came from Peter. I have always trimmed my pubic hair but, to shave it? I never thought about that. I had seen pictures of men with shaved "bits" but I just thought it was a gay type of thing. But once I read Peters thoughts on shaving I decided to give it a try. WOW! "It" does look bigger!

I took my shower as usual and began to shave with a Gillette Mach 3. The feel of being smooth was terrific until the next morning when I broke out in red bumps. I wanted to give up shaving after that first horrendous experience but I decided to wait a week for the bumps to heal and try again. I am certinly happy I did not give up so quickly. After shaving my second time I did not experince the red bumps anymore. Well, I get them occasionaly, but very rare. I have know been smooth for over 2 years. I have been seen by numerous Doctors, nurses, and interns, none of them ever commented about my shaved pubic hair.

Mark's First Experiences

From a very early age I can remember I always wanted to be naked, it wasn't until I was in my 20's when I started to go abroad for holidays that I managed to persue my interest in naturism.

On my first holiday abroad I found a shop that sold g-strings and thongs. I promptly bought the breifest they had and wore them everyday on the beach which was a fantastic feeling in it's self. I spent the week walking around the apartment naked and even plucked up the courage to sit on the balcony. It was high level and wasn't too overlooked so there was little chance of being seen.

The following year I did some research before booking my holiday and found out where the clothes optional/naturist beaches were. I also hired a car to make sure I could get to them (why are they always so isolated?)

Arriving early, I parked the car in the car park. I was alone so I slipped out of my shorts and walked to the far end of the beach in my thong. It was a bit of a trek but well worth the walk. I found a secluded spot at the end of the beach by some rocks and settled in for the day. I can remember it as though it was yesterday, my heart was racing and I was very excited at the thought of going naked in public for the first time.

I slipped my thong off and sat there. After a while I walked down the beach and went for a swim, the cold water did wonders to cure my excitement which was clearly visible. It was still very early and I was still completely alone, so rather than using my towel to dry myself off I decided to go for a walk over the rocks and round the headland. Looking back from behind the rocks I could see the deserted beach in the distance. Standing behind some rocks I used my hands to dry myself off. I think it was a combination of being alone and naked in the early morning sun that got me excited. I found myself stood there with an erection wondering how I was going get through the rest of the day without embarrassing myself when other people arrived. I'm not exactly proud of this but I was so excited that I ended up masturbating and relieving myself behind the rocks before walking back to the beach. To be honest that was very enjoyable experience as well.

I returned to the beach and during the day there was a steady trickle of people arriving. By mid morning there were approximately 20 of us enjoying the sun. I spent the rest of the day sunbathing, swimming and going on ever more adventurous walks and by the end of the day I was completely comfortable being naked around others.

I'm now married and since that first experience we've gone abroad every year. My wife isn't a naturist which is a shame. However she doesn't mind coming along with me to the naturist beaches.

I now shave my penis and prefer the look and the feel of being smooth. We also, when on holiday seek out the more secluded spots to sunbath so that when I do get aroused it doesn't upset anyone. My wife accepts that I get frequent erections on the beach and doesn't have any problems or issues with it. I'm in agreement with comments others have made about erections, it's a shame they aren't accepted, after all, it is natural.

Dave's Experiences:

My first introduction to nudity was down to Paul, my 'best friend' at the time when we were about 9 or 10. Funny how boys start to take notice around that age. Paul told me one day that his older brother, who was at Art College, had some magazines showing photos of people with no clothes that he used to practice drawing from. When I finally managed to talk Paul into showing me some they turned out to be H & E magazines and they were full of grown ups and teens with nothing on. In those days, late 50's a lot of the men wore pouches and the women had their pubic hair airbrushed out. To this day I like to wear minimal g-string underwear and find smoothie nudist more attractive than hairy ones. No doubt a shrink would have a field day with me. However H&E showed us adults doing what we had been told was rude and 'not nice' but everyone in the photos looked to be enjoying themselves.

It was not long before I wanted to try going nude and started by removing my pajamas when I was in bed, which felt good but as always I wanted to go further and spend time outdoors naked like the people in the photos. Paul solved the problem while we were out playing in the nearby fields. I had started a game of dare by getting him to climb to the top of a particularly difficult tree, which he finally managed. Then it was his turn so he dared me to copy the magazine and take my clothes off and go from under the tree to a hedge 30 yards away. Just the excuse I had been looking for and off came the clothes and off I went, it was great and I was in no rush to get back but when I did I dared Paul to do the same. We ended up spending a couple of hours climbing trees or crossing various parts of the field with nothing on. We both got to enjoy our nudist games whenever we got the chance to be on our own and it was during one session we both found out we were not the only boy in the whole world to get a 'stiffy' and to enjoy 'making it itch'.

After that our nudist games were a lot more than just going naked and for a couple of years we enjoyed growing up but eventually parted due to parents moving and it was time to take interest in other things. I continued to enjoy being a nudist every chance I got but it was not until I was in my 30's I finally got to enjoy social nudity at a local unofficial beach. I had moved jobs and house and had lost my private back garden so when I heard about nudists using a nearby beach I went in search of it.

My first visit was on a Thursday afternoon in early July, about the first hot day of the summer. There was one naked couple behind a windbreak and one other nudist guy so I found a spot at the edge of the dunes and undressed to settle down in the sun. After a short while the guy came over and started chatting, saying he had not seen me at the beach before, so I told him I had just moved to the area and this was my first visit. He told me about the beach area and where it was OK to go nude and where not to when it got busy. It was so relaxed and easy to be naked with other people and so different to meeting people out and about where clothes mark who and what you are.

On the nudist beach you have to talk to people to find out. The other myth of 'what if I get and erection' never came into it even when the couple walked down to the sea and then back past where I was sunbathing. The sight of a naked person is not erotic unless they are doing something erotic and I think the sexiest photo is the one of the tennis player with no knickers on scratching her bum, it's all in the mind. Since that first visit I go whenever the weather and work allows and have visited quite a few nudist beaches here and there and found most nudists to be friendly once they know you are a fellow nudist and see there are no tan lines. I have also found out that erections do happen but as long as they are not 'waved about' few nudists take any notice unless they want to join in.

Peter wrote:

I'm a white van delivery driver from south London, 3 years ago I ended up finished for the day at lunchtime in Eastbourne. It was a hot summers day hot in that van. I took the road to Beachy Head and followed it out till I saw Birling Gap with it's hotel and parking, so I parked up and found a stairway from the cliffs to the beach, I got a towel from my van and went onto the pebbled beach had a swim I was wearing shorts and went for a walk along the beach. About 400 yards along I passed two males both tanned and naked further on more singles and couples all naked.

I found a spot by the cliffs where for the fist time I too lay naked, the sun plus a breeze from the sea it felt really good, I was covering myself up as people walked past I did feel a little self conscious being naked and being bright white. However since nobody was staring I was soon at ease went home early evening feeling fantastic however much like a lobster. I RETURN WENEVER I CAN BUT NOW WITH SUNTAN LOTION.

Fancy Doing Some Nude Modelling?

An artist friend of mine had asked me to pose for him for some portrait studies. I thought it sounded like fun and agreed. I went with him to his studio and wore the black turtleneck sweater he'd asked for. After several poses with different lighting and moods, he asked if I'd mind removing my shirt for some 'bust' shots. No problem. He took quite a few more shots with poses from all angles. Then he stood in front of me, smiling, and asked if I'd be willing to do some nude full-body poses. That took me by surprise and I just sat there trying to figure out how I felt about that. But the studio had no windows, I knew my friend was very professional and I had grown up in a relaxed family atmosphere where my brother and I had run around our bedroom naked when younger and I didn't feel particularly modest about my body. He just stood there smiling and waiting for my answer. Without really making a conscious decision, I removed my pants and briefs and stood there in the strong photographic lights totally naked. Before I could feel too exposed, I was given a pose and the photographer went about setting the lights and changing cameras and I was surprisingly comfortable in my nudity. At first I was sitting with my genitals hidden in shadows and that helped my comfort zone. However, that didn't last long and soon I was standing with the camera pointed at my naked body from the front, side, back and high and low. By then I was totally relaxed and an "old pro" at nude posing. When the session was over, I felt a bit of hesitancy to get back in my clothes because I was so much more comfortable naked and unrestricted. The next day I went back to see the results of the session and was shocked at how good lighting and a talented photographer could make an average body look. For most, my face was in shadows or turned, and I could have been anyone. As I left he asked if I wanted to pose again sometime and I replied that I'd be glad to any time. I wonder why I had felt so hesitant to get naked in front of a camera when there's really no need to be modest or ashamed at all. In fact, I'm now thinking of volunteering for an art class. I haven't decided for sure but I'd be willing to bet that I do eventually.

Hi Peter ,

I have just discovered your website and been highly entertained the last few days looking around it. I notice that your first experiences all seem to be from men. I thought I would tell you about my first experiences of naturism, feel free to use it on your website if you wish.

Like a lot of people I have spoken to we didn't "find" naturism until we hit middle age. My husband, Malcolm, being very fair skinned had always thought he wouldn't enjoy a hot beach type holiday. However, our first holiday abroad proved that to be totally wrong. It was in Menorca and we still had two quite young children then. We had quite a private terrace at the back of the apartment and he wore as little as possible and enjoyed the experience.

There followed a few more holidays abroad with the childen. Then it was just the two of us! We went to Kephalonia, I had been reading "Captain Corelli's Mandolin" and really wanted to visit the island before the film came out and the it was swamped with tourists. We stayed at a small fishing village called Katelios. There was not much of a beach there, but we were told we could walk to the "Blue Bag" beach. This took about 20 minutes over some cliffs, the way was marked by blue plastic bags tied to bushes, hence the name. As this was the only way to reach the beach it was very quiet. The walk was well worth it and we went suitably supplied with a picnic, plenty of water and a small beach parasol. We were the only people on the beach, it was sandy, with the odd outcrop of rocks in the water creating pretty rock pools. Malcolm decided to strip right off and urged me to do the same. I took a little while but eventually got rid of my bikini bottom, I had no qualms about being topless. It was a lovely feeling, feeling the wind gently caressing my naked body. I went in for a swim and that was sensational, the feeling of freedom. Then when getting out of the water no wet costume clinging to my body making me feel uncomfortable. We really enjoyed our day there. There were one of two people walking by, I kept a sarong handy and just draped that over me if I saw anyone approaching.

It soon became a must to go to the beach, we even took some photos of us enjoying the naked delights of a rock pool. We felt so wicked taking the photos and wondered if Boots would develop them. (This was before digital cameras). When I look at them now they look so tame. I even bought a separate little album for our naked shots which I kept locked away.

The next step was to be naked around other people. We knew there was an official naturist beach not too far away called Skala. We had a hire car for a few days, so thought we would take a look. The naturist area of the beach was a bit of a treck along the length of the beach and you even had to negotiate a few rocks. We seem to find this particularly in Greece, they don't make it easy! We found the designated naturist area. There were a few naked people around and some fully clothed ones too. We found a spot and declothed, I did feel self conscious, especially when I noticed some of the clothed people were taking photos of naked people, which I felt was totally out of order. I was keen to swim in the sea and plucked up courage to walk down from the top of the beach to the sea. My husband noted that my walk was very stilted I was trying to keep my legs as close together as possible. I enjoyed my swim and felt a little more relaxed on my walk back up the beach.

It was interesting noting the male and female viewpoint. I was worried about how big my stomach looked and my husband was worried about how small his penis looked. As we were relaxing enjoying the hot sunshine the wind suddenly got up and we laughed at the sight of a naked man haring down the beach after his paper that blew away. We didn't laugh for long, wooosh our parasol was grabbed by the wind and blew down the beach and landed next to a naked couple, my husband went to retrieve it and I had to get his shirt which had been attached to the parasol.

After this holiday we went on holiday with friends for a few years, to other Greek islands. However, we usually hired a car and always asked the rep where the nearest naturist beach was. One holiday like this was spent in Lesvos and we found a lovely beach called Eftalou. We spent as much time as we could on this beach. My husband noted how quick I was to get my kit off compared to when we first tried it. We couldn't persuade any of our friends to join us, they don't know what they are missing.

We had been speaking to another couple that enjoyed naturism and they had mentioned a travel company called Peng that specialised in naturist holidays. So on our last textile holiday I suggested to my husband that we tried the full experience next year. As I found it a real bore having to wear clothes round the apartments and when swimming in the pool.

The following year we went with Peng to Vera Natura, in the Almeria region of Spain. We were both a bit apprehensive. We arrived in the evening after a storm, and there were no naked people about at all! We were very pleased with the apartment it had a fantastic bathroom with a huge circular bath, it's own garden with sun loungers. It was dark, we didn't know the ropes so we stayed in that evening enjoyed some champagne that had been left at reception for us by our naturist friends previously mentioned. We did have a laugh wondering if we would spend the whole fortnight holed up in the apartment not daring to go out. When we awoke the next morning I put my head outside, my husband asked if I could see any naked people. Still not a soul! Our naturist friends had recommended that as soon as we got there we took our clothes off and had a stroll along the long beach, that would get rid of any nerves. So we showered, grabbed a towel and did it.

Our friends were right once we got out on that beach amongst so many naked people, all shapes and sizes any worries, concerns we had just melted away. When we got back to the apartment I phoned the couple that had left the champagne for us. We didn't know them but our friends had contacted them to ask them to leave the champagne. They had enclosed a note with their phone number and asked us to contact them if we had any questions or needed any assistance. They are permanent residents within the naturist zone at Vera Playa. I phoned them to thank them for the champagne and they invited us over for coffee. They lived in the complex opposite and I asked if we needed to get dressed to cross over the road, I was told not to get dressed as the whole area was naturist. Robin was waiting at the gate for us, I solemnly shook his hand and informed him it was the first time I had met a complete stranger naked for coffee. This seemed to break the ice. We spent a few hours with them, we asked them all sorts of questions and they gave us lots of advice. They really looked after us and made our first full blown naturist holiday very special. We found everyone so friendly and made other friends there too. We have been back to the same area twice since and now we have contacts and arrange the holiday completely independently ourselves at a much reduced cost.

We have textile friends who would like us to holiday with them but they know now we just couldn't give up our naturist holidays. We are both now totally relaxed being naked around other people and manage to sunbathe naked in our garden in the summer. We don't hide the fact from anyone, they know to knock before they enter if they are bothered by nudity.

There are 8 of us that regularly get together for hot tub nights, my husband and I always go into the tub naked, they keep their cossies on, you never know we might persuade them one day.

I am conscious that this e-mail is rather long and if you want to use it on your First Experiences and edit it - please do. I am attaching a pic of me after a swim at Vera Playa.

Jane from East Sussex

Peter,

First let me say that I love your website. It is far and away the best site on the subject of nudity anywhere.

The first time I was ever nude in front of strangers was when I was 8. My mother took me to the YMCA to learn how to swim. In those days, you only swam in the nude at the Y. I never even thought twice about it until a year or so later.

We were having a fairly hot summer and we had no air conditioning in our house. One day my younger brother and I were playing with some toy boats in the bathroom sink and it was so hot I took my clothes off. My mother came in and yelled at me to put them back on. I didn't know what the fuss was, but I did. The next day I was playing in a cornfield near our house. I decided that no one could see me, so I undressed and started to wander around. It was wonderful. I spent the rest of the summer in that cornfield and as I grew bolder and bolder, I would climb the trees along the edge of the field near a dirt road. I would sit in that tree and occasionally someone would walk by and it thrilled me to know that I was naked.

On one occasion my friend from next door came down the road and I couldn't resist throwing acorns at him. Eventually he saw me and climbed the tree. It wasn't until he got to where I was that he noticed I was naked. I just laughed and he said he wanted to be naked too, so we climbed back down and he took his clothes off. We spent the rest of the summer playing in those fields, and a few summers after that.

I had a cousin who was a year older than me. When I was twelve, he was going through puberty. We used to play in an old barn near his house, and he always wanted me to see his penis. I didn't mind because I liked being naked, but I didn't really understand what was what when he got an erection. He asked me to touch it and I agreed, but suddenly he told me to go away. My feelings were hurt, but it was quickly forgotten. We played like that a couple more times and he would always tell me to go wait outside. About a year later, I figured out what was happening when I started puberty.

I was thirteen when I started getting erections. What a great time! I also started sleeping in the nude, although I had to make sure I kept my pyjamas close by in case my mother came in. I had a friend who had a pool and he invited us over to swim one day. After the swim, we were playing a game in his room and his mother came in and told us to get out of our wet suits. I hesitated for a second, but my friend stripped right out of his, so I did too. His mother gathered our suits and wandered off. I was going to get dressed, but my friend started to play again, so I thought, "okay". I started to get an erection when his mother came back in and told us to stand up while she dried our hair. I stood there, stiff as a board, and she never said a thing. Needless to say, I spent as much time at my friend's house as I could. They weren't nudists, but they apparently were comfortable with nudity. I stayed overnight one time and in the morning when I wandered into the bathroom, his dad was standing there shaving naked. I loved it. I often had an erection, but no one ever said a word.

I was so worried when they moved away. At home, I would take off my clothes whenever I was home alone. Occasionally, I would leave my door open, or run from the bathroom after a bath, but I would always get yelled at. I wanted to be nude all the time, but it just wasn't meant to be.

It wasn't until I was out of college, that I began to look for nudist clubs. I was living in California at the time and I found out that there was an unofficial nudist area on a nearby river. I went looking one day, following the directions I had, but there was no one around when I came to the spot. I decided to chance it and undressed and stepped into the cold water. It was delightful. I continued to be wary and after awhile I noticed a man walking from the way I'd come. I tried to be nonchalant, but I had a semi-erection from being outdoors. He stopped nearby and removed his clothes and greeted me. I smiled back and noticed he also had a erection, which made mine all the firmer. He apologized for his condition but we agreed that it was a natural reaction considering our surroundings. We stood chatting for awhile, but I was getting much too excited, so I excused myself and went upriver a bit and behind some rocks where I masturbated in a frenzy. I had never done that before, but masturbating outdoors is a truly wild experience. When I was done and able to compose myself, I returned to the river to cool off and notice that he had wandered farther upriver and appeared to be similarly engaged. I returned several times but never saw him again, although I did come across a young couple enjoying each other one day. That place lives on in my dreams.

I eventually was able to visit a real Nudist resort, the former Rawhide Ranch, now Laguna del Sol, in California. They were very restrictive on allowing single men then, so it wasn't until I was married several years later, that I was able to return. My wife isn't a nudist, but has no problem with my being one. I at least got her to sleep in the nude, and she accompanies me on my all too infrequent trips to resorts. I've obviously rambled on too long, but thanks for the opportunity.

Jim

Peter,

I have always liked to be nude. When I was a teenager I would tan in our back yard in the nude. After I graduated from University I would occasionally go to a deserted beach to sun and swim nude. My first experience with being nude in public was at a nude beach. My wife and I were on a trip to the west coast and decided to "check out" a well known nude beach we had heard about. Neither of us had ever done anything like this before and I was a bit surprised my wife was going along with it. I wasn't sure where the beach access was but as I was driving along the road looking for it I saw a sign so we pulled off to the side of the road and took a path down the cliff to the beach. It was pretty well deserted but we saw a man walking along the shore and asked him where the nude beach was. He pointed up the beach and said most of the people are down there. We could see in the distance some sign of activity so my wife agreed to walk in that direction while I went up and moved the car back. I would then come down and join her. On the way up I met a young couple with a toddler coming down to the beach. They were dressed but I was left with the impression it was not for long.

I moved the car back what I thought was the correct distance and climbed down the cliff again through the bush. My wife was not in sight. I decided to try the nude bit since there was no one around, and after all I was on a nude beach. I walked back the way I had come looking for my wife. When I was part way back to the stating point I saw the family I had met earlier. Sure enough they were all nude at the waters edge. I was nervous about approaching them nude but decided it was "now or never" I described what my wife was wearing and asked if they had seen her. They said they had not, so I headed back in the direction of the main beach safe in the assumption that she was somewhere ahead of me.

When I came to the main beach I found lots of people sunning and swimming in the nude. The amazing thing is they behaved no differently than if they had swimming suits. I found my wife sitting on a log in the middle of the beach talking to a young lady about 19 or so. Both were clothed. The surprising thing was I felt less conspicuous on the beach naked than if I was clothed among all the nudists. The young lady talking to my wife was a university student. She regularly came to the beach to relax and while not wanting to be naked herself, was not uncomfortable with the others who were. Unfortunately, with her example, my wife had an excuse not to participate and a great opportunity was lost.

We did walk along the beach later, I was nude and she was dressed. At one point we came across two couples sitting on the beach. We stopped to talk to them for a moment, asking where they were from etc. and telling them where we were from. My wife was carrying our movie camera so I asked them if they would mind if she took our picture because the people back home would never believe this. They agreed without hesitation so we still have the movie with naked "Willy" visiting on the nude beach. Not surprisingly, very few people have seen it! My only regret is my wife was too inhibited to participate and has never shown any inclination to since.

I realized that day that I was a natural for the nude beach and that I loved being naked in an environment where people were not offended by nudity. I enjoyed the freedom of being nude with other people around.

Later, while vacationing in Maui with another couple, we learned of Little Beach, which was near our condo. I visited Little Beach several times. None of the others came with me, but now it was clear I was a nudist. The other couple showed no disapproval, even though they didn't join me. That really helped convince me that real friendship goes deeper than clothes. By that I mean true friends will not let differing views over nudity affect the friendship. Since then, I have let other friends know about my being a nudist so that I don't have to hide the fact. They all accept it but for the most part I don't practice it in front of them. If they come to my house and I am nude, they stay, and I put something on.

Recently we had the opportunity to vacation in Europe. We attended a bath in one famous spa town and I was surprised and delighted to find they allow and even expect people to use the facilities in the nude. I quickly followed the trend and discarded my swimsuit. I found it very relaxing and somewhat enjoyed the reversal of roles where the nudists were properly attired and the people in swimsuits were not.

Jim

My mother once made a remark that before coming to the US on her own her father had made a statement regarding "being free". He said: "you want to be free- go out in the woods and take all your clothes off- but even then you won't be free, because the birds will bother you".

When we moved to a farm from the city there were some weekend parties. I once overheard something about some gal that had taken off all her clothes and lay in a secluded spot and "got sunburned in spots where the sun usually didn't shine on.

As I was just reaching puberty and feeling some different than childhood sensations, I would occasionally remove my clothes in the woods and of course spend some time acquainting my self with a new function for some body parts.

Actually it was a minor shock to me to get into high school and be nude in gym class with gang showers. I happened to be in the 10% or so minority (for the midwest US) of being uncircumcised. I soon adopted the practice of permanent retraction but would wear the foreskin forward on gym days because of my first day in gym.

A number of years later I was having an irritation of the foreskin area and found that sunlight was reducing the fungal type problem, so I would opt for more exposure to sun, removing pants. This was in a "back field of the farm" tractor driving situation.

After the construction of some swimmable farm ponds skinny dipping was the norm for me. Added to this was the nude walks to the pond and back. I still carry shorts with and generally get them on if I notice others in the area. I have been occasionally "surprised" though. Many family and others are aware of this behaviour. One of my sons and his offspring are at about the other end of the nudity spectrum.

I have on three or four occasions spent some daytime at Maui's nude beach. It actually was the second time that I removed my swim suit. However, part of that had a bit to do with the fact that I was "boogie boarding" and thought I needed "protection" from being hit by the board. On later occasions I would actually boogie board there wearing a T shirt to protect from board rash and enjoying the ocean turbulence and the rides against my lower body.

The heck of it is at age 81 the body doesn't look as good- there's even been some moves to brand some beaches as not topless for men over 60!

My wife has been at the nude beach, but due to aging unkindness to her stomach area, only visited.

It was a slightly different experience for me to see a fellow standing with a moderate erection (uncirced) and talking to a couple of gals so nonchalantly.

I might never get to a nude beach again. I still have a slight bashfulness. I get a little help at moderating the tan line from using "tan through suits" and the nude walks and swims at the farm.

Harold

Rod's First Experiences

I can remember wanting to take off my clothes at an early age at probably 4 or 5. I enjoyed the freedom of not being restricted by clothes. However my mother did not share the same enthusiasm as I recall an incident where I was laying on my bed naked when she walked in unannounced and told me to "Get your clothes on and don't do that again!" This did not deter me as I continued to stay clothes free in my room as much as possible but made sure the door was secure so that no one could walk in unexpected.

As young boy, my friends and I often went on hikes in the near-by country-side and if we came to a creek or pond, we would often strip off our clothes and go swimming "bare-balls". There was nothing sexual about this as it was just a natural thing to do with your friends on a hot summer day.

While we lived in a town, our family owned a farm several miles out. I often went out with my father to work the fields. We had two pieces of property separated by one-half mile. Connecting the two pieces was a private lane. I often walked between the two properties naked. I must say this felt very good and will admit to often masturbating as I walked. There was a large pond on one of the properties and I would swim bare-balled. One time my father could not see me, so He stopped the tractor and came looking for me. He said nothing about my nakedness indicating acceptance of the situation.

After university, I joined the local YMCA where one was not allowed to wear a swim suit. I recall an incident where one man wanted to wear a jock-strap while swimming. He was asked to remove it or leave the pool. As I recall he did remove it and continued swimming. To me it is a same that, here in Canada at least, our YMCA swimming pools are now co-ed and swim suits are required.

On to marriage, my wife is not into nudism. When they were small, if either of my children, two girls and a boy, happened to walk in on me when showering or getting dressing, I would not quickly cover up and nothing was ever made of this. It was a natural experience.

As a child and then living at home as an adult, I usually slept in pajamas or my shorts. My employment often meant that I was traveling and staying in hotels or motels. Then, usually I would sleep in the nude but at home, either wearing pajamas or boxer shorts. Finally about 5-6 years ago, I decided to sleep in the nude whether or not my wife objected. She soon got used to that and so now I always sleep in the nude.

My first experience at a nude beach was at Little Beach, Maui about ten years ago. I made up my mind that I would do this regardless of what my wife would say. She went with me. We got there, laid out our beach chairs, mats and towels and I took the plunge and removed my swim suit. What a great feeling to have the sun and air flowing over all parts of your body! I had no fear of an erection and that has never happened to me at a beach. My wife would not even lower the top of her swim suit to go topless but she did not object very much to me being nude. She did make a comment that she had never seen other penises before and did make comment about the various sizes although none were erect. (I have a theory that many men do not want to go nude because they feel they are not endowed enough.) She also has somewhat of a body image problem after giving birth to three children. The first time swimming in the ocean with no swim suit is enough to make one never want to ever wear a suit again!

Now, each time we go to Maui, I visit Little Beach. My wife will not go with me as she is not comfortable being around naked people and the climb over the cliff to the beach has become somewhat difficult for her. I go several times a week and each time find other people, both male and female, to talk with. I often talk with men my age (65) who are there by themselves, their wives also having a problem with being naked in public.

On the last two visits to Little Beach, on occasion I have noted guys with a semi-erection in a more secluded area, who are stroking themselves, but have not seen anyone ejaculate. However on the last trip, I was talking with another man in a wooded area, when a guy came walking along the path with a full erection. He stopped and turned away from us and stood looking out to sea. Occasionally he would obviously stroke his erection and when he turned toward us, he was still fully erect. He then walked past us and disappeared in the woods. We did not follow but assumed he found a secluded spot and masturbated.

I have visited a couple of clothing-optional beaches and a private club. Everyone is friendly and there is no overt sexuality happening. It is a very natural thing to be clothes free. However my friends do not feel as I do so I keep my thoughts on nudism to myself. My back yard is too exposed to go about clothes free but I did on one day last year lay out on my lounge clothes free having first made sure that all neighbours were not home.

Rod

Brenda and Allan

My husband, Allan, and I moved into this small west country town earlier this year. Across from us are two families (Sally and Mike and Susie and Jim) who've lived here for over 20 years and despite our age differences (we're nearly thirty, the four of them are around 60) we've become very friendly. I work from home with so can be flexible with my time.

One of those hot mornings last June I was in our front garden when Sally came out of her house on her way to Susie's. She said she was going to have coffee with Susie and why didn't I come too. We had borrowed some tools of Jim's over the weekend so it seemed a good time to return them so as Sally disappeared through Susie's side gate I collected the tools and then went across. I went through the gate and saw that Sally was stark naked, my eyes popped and mouth dropped and then Susie came out of her kitchen also naked. I didn't know what to do or say. Sally smiled and apologised for shocking me, saying that there was nothing sexual, this was their usual hot weather dress as they were naturists. Susie said I was welcome to stay, dressed or undressed, but they would understand if I felt I had to go. I didn't have any hangups about nudity, just hadn't done it so said I was happy to stay. We sat down and chatted for a while about naturism and a nude lifestyle and eventually Susie asked if I would like to join them. She was very good about it, said they wouldn't expect a striptease in front of them and suggested I undressed inside and covered up with a towel which I could keep on or drop as I wanted.

I knew I was safe in their company and am game for most things so I said I'd give it a try - with no obligation to get nude. Susie took me inside provided the towel and left me to 'change'. I came out feeling a little tense, sat down with them again. Susie brought out more coffee and as we continued talking I relaxed a bit and let the towel open to feel the sun on my legs, then a bit more so the sun was on my tummy and finally dropped it from around my chest. It felt very nice but I could feel my body was still tense; neither Sally nor Susie commented on my nudity and after a few minutes more I felt myself relax completely. When a bit later Sally asked me how I was liking being naked I was so comfortable I'd completely forgotten I was. Later we had a walk round her garden which I found absolutely magical naked.

After a bit more talk I had to go home to call a client. I had a quick look round our garden and realised that it was completely private so I stripped off again and then made my first business call naked! I stayed naked for the rest of the day and when Allan came home he was very surprised to find me naked at the BBQ.

I told him what had happened and how much I was enjoying myself and got him to strip off too. After about half an hour - once his erection had gone down - he also relaxed. We immediately started our naked existence, the night clothes went and the next Sunday we joined our neighbours at the local leisure centre for a naturist swim and sauna session and joined their naturist club.

I spent most of the time naked while at home but after a couple of weeks started to feel restricted and wanted to experience being naked out in the wide open spaces. I mentioned this to Susie one day and she arranged for her, Sally and I to go to a naturist beach a short drive away. This is on a sandy bay about 3 miles long, the car park is one end and most people stay near the car park leaving 2 miles or so for naturists. There is a second access through a forestry track direct to the naturist bit and Susie parked by the track. Once we were out of site of the road we stripped off and walked the rest of the way to the beach where we made a little camp for our clothes before walking the length of the beach. Three ladies walking naked together did not seem to bother the few clothed people we met and I felt so free, with the light breeze teasing my body.

The next weekend I took Allan to the beach and as we both love running we ran naked for 5 or 6 sublime miles along the beach before spending the rest of the day in and out of the water. We've been back to the beach for a run several times since; at weekends, the evenings and once, when it was very hot and we both woke very early, at 4.30 in the morning. That time we stripped and left our clothes in the car as there was virtually no chance anybody seeing us before we were in the trees.
So there we are, two months ago we'd never thought of going naked, now we're committed naturists and looking to book a naturist holiday next year.

Michael's First Exeriences

The first time I remember enjoying going without clothes was when I was with a group of boys at the tender age of 7 years. I was with them quite near home, when they all stripped off to go swimming. I thought that was very daring and seeing they were all having such a good time, I did not hesitate too long before my clothes hit the grass. Most of the boys were about 10 to 12 and to me they looked very big and grown up! That first time being totally free of those tight swim costumes I had to wear, when with my parents. I just loved the freedom that being bare gave me. From that moment on I was always trying to get my clothes off, but my mum did not always approve, but often in the house I was naked, running from bedroom to bathroom and sometimes downstairs.. I often slipped out of my pajamas at night, my mum didn't seem to mind, but my dad always insisted that I got dressed.
I loved to feel the sheets next to my body, it always seemed so much better and freer than wearing pajamas. At about 10 I started to get lovely erections, which I enjoyed, but didn't know why! Until I met and started playing with my friend who came to stay overnight.
When my friend came to stay, I was about 12 or 13 then, we often went out into the woods to play and many times we stripped off, to do "dares" like crossing a field, or climbing our favorite tree, which overlooked a footpath. Of course at that age, we often engaged in sexual play, stroking each other and comparing sizes.
During our camping trips with the Scouts we often were near a river or lake and most of us younger boy's skinny-dipped, especially if we were on a hot days hike in the hills. I loved it when we were able to do that, as the freedom outside without clothes was so good, most of the other boys were quite shy, but not me!
Once or twice when my mum and dad were out shopping I would undress and wander around the garden and house, hoping that no friends of my parents would see me, otherwise I may have been in trouble.
When I left school I saved enough money to buy myself a motor bike. I had a live in job in a hotel. After work, usually at night, when the weather was warm during the summer evenings, I went out and found some quiet places to go naked.
Sometimes I rode my motor bike completely naked through the quiet country roads as there was little traffic around .The thrill was tremendous,
Once or twice as I grew up I was able to find beaches abroad where I could sunbathe without needing a costume. I found that swimming and wandering around, with the hot sun and wind on my skin was very refreshing.
I often saw and met older men who enjoyed being naked and sometimes this would lead to sexual things, which I enjoyed.
Nowadays as I am much older, I love to walk in the English countryside totally bare, I love the freedom, of course I try and cover up if I meet other hikers, as I feel that one should be aware of not upsetting the sensibilities of others.
I live near two nudist beaches, so I can spend time, during the hot summer days enjoying the freedom and of being with others who share my love of the outdoors.

Sam's first time experiences of walking nude

In mid July 2006 I walked 10 miles with a mixed group of people in the English countryside on the hottest day since records began. We were all totally naked apart from strong shoes, a hat and suncream! The exclamation marks cannot describe both my delight and surprise that I actually did it! I never even knew it was legal (it is!) until I joined the SOC (Singles Outdoor Club).

The benefits of taking up this challenge for me include a tremendous feeling of well being. I was very relaxed and felt less stressed than ever before. I met new and interesting people from all walks of life (helicopter pilots, bus drivers, computer consultants, engineers and many more) and, as I said to my wife after the walk, "at last I am starting to meet people who think like I do and some may even become good friends over time".

Although not a naturist, my wife is very supportive and understanding and recently surprised me with a membership of SOC and BN (British Naturism) as a wedding anniversary present. I felt every possible emotion that humans can feel, although I know men are not so great at expressing them. Elation (at last I'm not doing this alone), Sadness (she's not going to join me after all) and of course Worry (what will people think?). I need not have been so concerned; our relationship has improved, my stress levels (and blood pressure) have lowered and of course walking 10 or more miles in the countryside is a great way to lose weight. I never did have the discipline for the weekly trip to the gym.

My first walk started near Arundel in Sussex. After the first hundred yards or so from the car park everyone was nude for virtually the whole of the rest of the day's 10 mile walk across beautiful Sussex countryside with views of Bognor and the channel in the background. After a while I was enjoying the conversation and the scenery, and forgot that everyone was naked (I know it is a cliché but I really did believe this to be true that first day). I felt very comfortable; it was a hot day and I don't think I could have walked as far fully clothed. A swim in the sea to cool off at the end of the walk was not only a highlight, it made me feel like a kid again as we stumbled (it was pebbly) and splashed in the surprisingly warm sea on the South Coast of England.

As the group enjoyed a well earned (fully clothed) supper in a traditional English pub after the walk, the conversation flowed with ease and I had to pinch myself to remind myself that a few hours ago these dinner guests were total strangers. Of course at the table someone (it may have been me, sorry) made that old joke "I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!". I'm not planning to shout from the rooftops of England although I am now more comfortable about telling my family and friends about a harmless pastime that I thoroughly enjoy: Walking in the nude.

Sam.

Billy's Experiences:

What a great website, thanks for taking the time to do it.
I am a 48yr old naturist when the opportunity comes along. I am from Glasgow.
My first experiences of being nude were at school I would be about 10ish and although there wasnt a communal changing area the cubicles held two boys. A friend and I used to share a cubicle and we both seemed to really enjoy getting our clothes off and feeling the freedom.
The school swimming period was the last of the day and as we stayed close to the swimming pool we were allowed to stay on and make our own way home, changed days!
After our swim we would go to the cubicle and take off our trunks and dry each other, naturally enough we had erections from the moment our trunks were off. We would take our time and stayed naked in each others company as long as we could. We would playfully compare the sizes of our erections and even played a kind of fencing game (sounds daft now) with our penises (wonder if anyone else did this?).
We would also wrestle and just enjoyed the sensations of being naked together.
In the summer we used to go to an old disused sand quarry that was well overgrown and reclaimed by nature and a good bit off the beaten track.
Some deeper parts of the quarry were great for swimming in as over the years a nearby stream had filled them with water.
We would strip off and lie in the grass together our erections waving in the breeze. We did all the things we could do in the swimming cubicle only with the warm summer air around us. We would roll about wrestling with each other after a swim, enjoying our nakedness and the closeness of each other, the sensations of our erections touching was fantastic. We climbed trees and sometimes just hung from a branch with our legs around the tree trunk feeling tingling sensations in our penises as we climbed with our legs, this was much the same feeling you used to get while climbing the ropes in gym only better because of our nakedness.
I hope you enjoyed these memories as much as I enjoyed writing them for you and I would love to hear from other UK guys with similar experiences.

Bob Writes about his First Nude Experiences:

My earliest memory of being naked was when I was five years old. I had found nude playing cards in my father's underwear drawer. I looked at the cards and knew my mom would not like them. When I saw she was busy, I put them in my pocket and went to my secret play area and proceeded to get naked and try out the poses of the people on the card. I later asked my friend Anita and her brother Ronald to pose also. Naturally, we were caught by my mother, we all got our butts paddled, the cards went to the burn barrel, and my dad faced the Wrath of God…for a while. That began my lifelong pursuit of seeing naked people and being naked people.

Though a lot of my naked activity with other male friends from age 8 to about 17 all centered around getting naked and being naked, but being boys and being we were in puberty, that usually resulted in masturbation games sometime within the framework of being nude. Living in a town of 300 or so people, surrounded by farms and fields and rivers, there was no end of places to go to be nude. My friend's dad was the town maintenance person and we had access to the locked area down by the dam that also contained the sewer system. On a hot 90 degree or better day, to step into the last round building where the water was in its last stage of filtering, and to sit on the big ledge naked in 60 degree temps was almost too much. But when we saw the balls shrinking up, outside we went. We would run and climb trees, walk on the dam ledge, and do all kinds of things. We used to spend at least two to three hours naked down by the river during the summer. We also had lots of hidden and private places along the river. There were many lovers lane spots that changed through the years as floods would carry the used condoms and beer cans down the river and over the dam.

Our town maintained a park on one of the rivers curves at the edge of town. One of the features was the big slide. From the top of the slide, you could see the whole park. If it was only boys/men there, then suits came off and all were naked and playing in the water. I was never part of the mixed nude swimming, but did hear that different boy/girl teams would do the naked thing, but it was all whispers. There was also a large community building for picnics, etc .for the wetter days and cooler days. My friend and I used to ride our bikes out there, make sure we were by ourselves there, then get naked and just hang out in the building for the day. We would talk, play, masturbate, play, talk, and just be friends.

We used to like walking the railroad tracks where we knew we would end up in secluded spots. We had private places at various fields and bends in the land along the river.

I decided at age 16 to quit wearing underwear. Though my mom had to have known cause she did all the laundry, she never said anything. We once had a tornado approach the town in the middle of the night, and my dad had to wake me up. I got out of bed naked which surprised him, which he remarked on, but told him underwear bound me up when I slept, and he agreed that it could do that. Nothing more was ever said. Have slept naked ever since.

In my twenties, my ex-wife and I did lots of camping and spending time swimming at local lakes and rivers. We always looked for private places and I always got as bare as possible. She wasn't as relaxed with it, but didn't object to me showing it off.

In my thirties and early forties, I backed off on the nudity, but loved to be naked at home for as long as possible, but circumstances and such meant that I had to wear clothes except for in my bedroom. Then in my mid forties, my living situation changed and I was suddenly living alone. I had heard of some nude clubs in the area, but had difficulty finding them. Then out of the blue, a friend stopped in and told me he had heard I was looking for someplace to go nude. Seems there was a local nude area on one of the beaches a few miles from my house. We were on our way within a half hour. That was over ten years ago and have not looked back.

From the people on the beach over the next two years, I learned of all the clubs in the area, where to go, where not to go, who was cool, and who was not. Everyone that knows me knows I am a nudist. My current partner is a nudist also, so life is good. We attend as many nude functions as we can, etc.

Richard's Experiences:

Let me start by saying that I have made numerous visits to your site and agree with your opinions on nudity. It is nothing to be ashamed of, and I've found that fellow naturists portray themselves as being open and honest. This is also an opportunity to "come out" as a naturist to more than just those people close to me.

Like several other contributors on your "First Experiences" page, my life as a naturist began at an early age. I always felt that being naked was nothing to be ashamed of and that the human body is a thing of beauty. The first time I was naked other than at bath time was one night in bed when I was 9 or 10. I remember undressing in bed and thinking "at last, complete nudity" as I relished the feel of the bedclothes touching every inch of my body. From then on there was no stopping me. I'd be nude at every opportunity and even enjoyed an innocent session with the girl next door.

At the age of 14, I began to sunbathe inside every time it was sunny. I also took advantage of cover at the end of the garden to sunbathe nude outside. At the age of 16, after completing my O levels, I began to camp outside overnight at every opportunity, and in the early hours of the morning I would explore the garden naked. On one occasion, having completed a clothed dry run first, I walked naked around the estate that I lived on, taking care to avoid being seen by any cars that came by. I was hooked - the feel of a warm breeze on my naked body was fantastic! From then on, I sunbathed naked whenever I could.

A few years on and I was playing squash. Getting showered afterwards never caused me any embarrassment, although there was once one person who seemed to take too much interest which I didn't like.

By the time I was married, my Wife knew how much I enjoyed being naked, especially in the summer. We were fortunate enough to buy a house which was not overlooked and I took full advantage. Although she is not a naturist herself, my Wife is very understanding and supporting. I returned her support by posing for her, she's an artist, so that she could do drawn nude life studies. Showing the end results to other people did not make me feel uncomfortable at all.

I also undertake DIY and decorating naked, especially in the summer, when I find clothes to be particularly restrictive.

I do not belong to a naturist club. but I suspect that had the internet been around in the mid 80s, I would have. That said, I wouldn't change anything, I'm content with being a Home Nudist whenever I can, although I'd love to pose for a local drawing club.

Please feel free to use this on your webpage, it might help someone else to realise that naturism is normal and not sordid or dirty.

Since you did not realise that I was not a nudist, I thought it might be amusing to write a few notes about my body image especially regarding my penis.

First, my sexual orientation, well, apart from the study of penises, I have no interest in men. I adore women, especially my wife who is my sole sexual partner. It's not that I am uninterested in trying other partners but my relationship with my wife is just too important.

Anyhow, like you I discovered sex and masturbation at the usual age and developed a taste for going about the house nude when my parents were out. Although my body image was poor, regarding myself as fat and
unattractive, I found huge pleasure in my penis and balls in all their moods and masturbated frequently. My wife agrees that I have a nice penis, neatly circumcised, from 3 to 5 inches long and just under 4.5 inches girth when flaccid and lying pertly atop my balls. On arousal it starts to harden at around 6 inches and becomes un-bendable at around 7 inches without noticeable change in girth. The final change comes when I am about to shoot when both length and girth increase by about half an inch. And with my present regime of Cialis, Aneros and ability to separate orgasm and ejaculation, very nice it is too. All the lengths seem to be quite variable according to the degree of mental arousal perhaps by as much as plus half an inch or minus one inch - perhaps this is why surveys seem to show such differing results.

Since I was about 30, I have always slept naked and encouraged my wife to do likewise - she prefers to fuck naked but wears nightie and bra at other times. But as the influence of children around the house gradually fades and my interest in her body persists she is slowly changing her attitude.

Apart from this, I felt little interest in nudism until, searching for information about super-orgasm, I found your site. This started me thinking and I now try to spend more time naked whist around the house. Unfortunately, the house and garden are not secluded enough to move around freely even when it is warm enough and I do not like the idea of being furtive.

Now we are toying with the idea of visiting nudist beaches, there seems to be quite a few in the West Country, but beaches are not really our scene and it may come to nothing.

So, here I am, a frustrated exhibitionist not sure how much he really wants to expose himself!

And I must say that, when I look at your splendid penis that seems never to slacken, I pause longest at shots which also show your wife's lovely legs and smile.

So, stay nude and who knows, someday we may join you.

David

Mike's first experiences:

My first experiences date back to my childhood. For a medical reason I became the first boy in my family to be circumcised. This caused great curiosity from other family members. Being from a British background (emigrated to Australia in 1968) circumcision was unusual. I was about eight years old at the time, and after the operation, aunts and other visiting ladies were curious about my operation. My mum would call me into the kitchen to show these curious ladies my Willie. It also was a curiosity to my brother and his friends. I suppose I got used to getting undressed in front of people.

I suppose from then on life was pretty normal until I entered high school at the age of thirteen. With high school came communal showers and it soon became obvious that I was certainly not in the minority as a circumcised lad. The funny thing was that all my close mates were either from English backgrounds or Northern European, and none of them were circumcised.

You are probably wondering what this has to do with nudism. Well I think it is probably has something to do with natural curiosity. I had been brought up to feel different so I wanted to see what was 'normal'. I also was very curious about the opposite sex. My parents, born during the war were slightly hippy-ish but definitely not nudists. I had never seen an adult naked until I discovered a pornographic magazine on the back seat of the number 4 bus when I was eleven!

We had a family friend who was a real 'earth-mother' and an avid nudist. She kept a big pile of H&E magazines in her lounge room and toilet. As a young teenager I loved going there. She was about fifty when I was fourteen and I still love her dearly like a grandmother (I'm nearly 42 and she's now in her 80's). She would skinny dip and visit the local nudist beach, and, as a teenager I went with her.

The first time naked in front of others, especially females, was definitely a sexual experience for a young teenager. At the age of fourteen I would get an erection if someone mentioned the word nude (or tree, car or just about anything else come to think of it!!). Yes that first day naked on a nudist beach I DID get erections....but nobody cared, especially my older lady friend. She was a small dark haired lady with an ample bosom and a beautiful black triangle of pubic hair. She also had piercing blue eyes and an warm smile that matched her all over dark tan.

She walked me up the beach to get me used to being around other people in their natural state. Soon enough the erections subsided and I enjoyed the experience. I was amazed at the different shapes of people, and they didn't care what people thought of them. My experience, like most boys my age was confined to pornography. I hadn't seen and adult male naked without an erection, and women only in sexual positions. I was a skinny kid but, eventually, became comfortable with myself. After that day I started swimming in our pool naked and convinced my mates to skinny dip too. Sure, I still found naked situations sexual, but learned how to distinguish between situations.

These days I love being naked and my wife also likes to go nude to get the all over tan. We like to get to the nudist beach when we can. I can honestly say I have no problem with erections at nudist beaches. That is, if I get an erection I try to be discreet but if some one else does, and as long as they're not flaunting it; it doesn't bother me either. The human body is a beautiful thing and an erection can be just as beautiful as a fine pair of breasts or a lovely shaped bottom.

First Experiences from a 15 year old:

I started to like getting nude around the age of 12. Lucky for me my parents are somewhat okay with nudity, I mean they sleep nude every night. At the present time I am now 15 and sleep nude on the weekends. I really like the "freedom" it gives you. Also I gotta tell you that it is some of the best sleep I have ever goten. Also evry time my parents are out for a long-ish period of time I get nude and I like it. Course I'm a little shy about my nudity and usually stay in my room and spend time on Nudist Sites like Peter's or reading Loxie and Zoot, ( a naturalist cartoon from Australia) which I find very funny. Although as time passes I hope to get more couragous about my nudity and sleep nude more often.

Michel from France:

Nudist Lifestyle by Smoothmichel

One of the most exciting things I have done in my life has happened when I finally get the chance to go on a vacation trip and really began to do first real naturism at the beach.

Since my very young age even before puberty, I have been always very interested in nudist lifestyle but because of many factors such as my parental very Puritanism education, it was an impossible task although I have kept a strong interest of it all the time.

I always remember those summer afternoon siesta at the age of 7 and more speeding time just lying nude in bed and enjoying looking to my naked body and observing my sex erected or not.

Later on at the age of 12-13, I was able to spend fantastic naked time with my best friend at his large basement home room. We were absorbing every naturist magazines we were able to pick, lectures we prefer a lot better than the usual men mags of the time. At that stage of my life I still not had pubic hear and looking at my friend owns I began to prefer the smoother way. One day we have found a beautiful naturist gay magazine of nice outdoor pictures with smiling beautiful naked guys mostly erected. We used to love to consult this one. Be and stay erected was of your funniest play as we always were trying to ejaculated at the furthest moment and start again.

Looking at naturist pictures just motivated even more me to be part of it. Nudity represents the finest way to shows you, the beauty of human been. And sexuality can really express itself through our nakedness.

About five years ago I have got the chance to really experiment naturism during a week vacation in Cayo Santa Maria, Cuba. Going all day at the beach fully naked was so exciting that I felt sorry each time when we have to re cloth after day. Short after I began to visit naturist center or village. It was a tremendous feeling to stay nude all day long, walk, play sports and everything else.

With these new naturist experiences, I have the opportunity to meet a lot of nudist enthusiasms and I have built strong new relationships with many of them. This community is very much diversified. Seeing others smoothers, people with tattoos and piercing was also part of an evolution of thinking and being.

Nude open sexuality is becoming a major breakthrough among the nudist world since the beginning of this particular community. It is a refreshing, non aggressive way of living, which can be done in all respect of the others.

I love the way Peter is just presenting the different points of views and also the generosity which he kindly reports his own experimentations.

For instance, masturbation has been and is still an important part of my life even before my puberty. Speaking of masturbation and showing allows us not only to break the Puritanism barriers but also to further enjoying doing it with our fellows. And as I love to self-portrait
in the nude it gives me no restriction to show my erection and maintain it during the photo session.

Peter explorations in such subject as anus pleasure are just fascinated me in every aspects of nudity and sexuality although I sometimes stimulating myself that way but still very lightly I must say. It also confirms me that Anus area is also a beautiful part of the human body. Seeing it dilated or not is very erotic. I have found that both women and men are sexually appealing and can be exciting in regards of your own taste if I can say. And the anus may be the best example of that.

Nudity is the best way to express your very distinctive body personality and it is amazing to see the diversity of it.

Be nude and express yourself in the fullness of your body and soul.

Smoothmichel.

From Davy:

Hi Peter and congratulations on the very informative site. My first memory of being nude in company was as a child of about 7 or 8 years old. We were all daring each other and mine was to strip off and swing on a church gate. This I did with another boy and I remember thoroughly enjoying it and first noticing the erections that we both had. Nudity never cropped up again until secondary school and the communal shower after P.E. which, as I passed through puberty, reawoke my interest in going naked. When I was alone for any length of time at home I would strip off, usually sporting a huge erection within minutes and keeping a pair of shorts handy in case anyone came home early.
At the age of 16, myself and a pal were in town and decided to go and buy some "magazines". He bought Fiesta and I looked them all up and down and spotted H&E. I decided to buy that one and the rest is history - I was converted forever, but longing to go nude in public.
As I got into my 20's, I started thinking of going nude on holiday, the two problems being the erection issue and could I convert the pals I was with. The answer to that was no. We would all go round the apartment quite happily in the nude but they would not in public. I eventually lost touch with that bunch but hope was round the corner - I bought my own house. Now I could be nude as and when and for how long I chose. The erections were still a problem though, but not as frequent.
During the hot summer of 1995, I decided to bite the bullet and go nude in the outdoors. I drove up into the local hills. On parking the car, I set off on foot in shorts, t-shirt and hiking boots. Armed with a rucksack, water and food supplies I left the car park and headed into open country and tranquillity. As soon as the road was out of sight the shorts and t-shirt came off. The thrill of that with the sun and breeze soon had me pointing to the sky. I carried on for a few miles and sat down for a short break. My erection had subsided slightly when I suddenly heard footsteps. I was dreading being caught starkers in the middle of nowhere when a lad of roughly my age passed and then stopped. He was also totally naked with rucksack and also an erection which made mine start to point again. He told me not to worry about my condition and apologised about his as it's totally natural. On reflection he was right -as long as it's not flaunted. He explained that he regularly walked for miles naked in the summer months and did not dress when he saw me as he saw that I was also naked. We chatted for about 20 minutes while our erections subsided and then parted company.
I had met a new group of friends and on a night out, discovered quite by accident that one of them was also interested in naturism - I had found a soul mate. He was staying at mine that night and on our return I stripped off as normal and encouraged him to do the same. This he did and we both remained nude till well into the next day when he left. From that day to this, when he comes to my house, the clothes are off within minutes. I also went on holiday with him to a Greek Island where we found a nude beach - paradise.
Twelve years on I am now in my early 40s and go on nude beaches every year on holiday with my 3 or 4 converted friends and thankfully with the years of going nude in public, the erection very rarely happens now. I try to encourage as many of my friends and work colleagues to try naturism at least once and see what they think, I love every minute I am naked.

Davy

Roger Writes:

Hi Peter. Having enjoyed reading of others 'First Experiences' I thought it only fair to share mine with your readers. I was a wartime baby, living in a suburb of London and my family was great friends with our next-door neighbours who had a son, Paul, slightly younger than I am. We spent every moment we could playing together Cowboys and Indians or Detectives or using the swing in their garden. The great game was to dare each other to see how far we could jump from the moving swing! O happy days before Health and Safety made us all mad! I remember when I was about seven we decided to play naked and asked Paul's Mum if we could, she was terribly embarrassed and said we had to ask Paul's Dad when he came home which we duly did. He thought it very funny and asked why we wanted to get our willies brown - we never did get permission.

So we couldn't play naked outside. But we often shared a bedroom when I 'stayed over' or when the family took me on holiday with them and then we played all sorts of dare games that often, no usually, included a dare to remove the pyjamas. The resulting naked body was considered fair game for handling in any way the darer wanted!

When Dad came back from WWII he decided to work in farming and he got on a Government scheme for training and experience. To cut a long story short, eventually the two families decided to start, of all things, a pig farm in Surrey. So both families duly moved to a new life that included sharing a very old farmhouse that was so large we could each have half with plenty of room. The farm was small, nay miniscule, by to-days standard but it included fields and woods that we boys were free to roam.

We must have been ten or so by now and no doubt we both remembered what fun those night time 'dare' games had been, but hadn't lived close to each other for some years and neither mentioned them. But we had the space to play as much as we liked, after our farm chores were done and we romped through the wood, climbing trees and playing Cowboys and Indians just like the old days.

It was Paul who took things to a new level. That day I was the captured Cowboy tied to the tree we used as a totem pole, in the traditional manner seen in so many Saturday morning films. It was a hot day and I was only wearing an old pair of football shorts and as I made a play of attempting to get free, I found the sensation of being helpless was making me erect. Naturally Paul noticed this and mumbled 'I dare you to let me take them off'. I think I croaked 'OK' but as Paul pointed out later, it didn't really matter, as I couldn't stop him anyway!

Wearing shorts and being tied was arousing; being naked and tied raised a whole new level of excitement. I guess little boys have always played with little boys and every male knows just what pleasure that little organ can generate in it's owner, so Paul set about ensuring that I enjoyed his little prank of stripping me.

After that our clothing was often in a pile as we played naked in the woods or carried out a dare to run naked across a field, climb a tree, or smear ourselves with mud, which had to be washed off in a horse trough. After my experience at Paul's hands, I suppose it was natural that most of our games ended with a masturbation session and finding new ways to 'torment' each other was great fun for both of us. If it was the sort of thing you experienced I would like to hear from you at Rovinrog.yahoo.co.uk

The Pig Farm was a financial disaster, there was a terrible row between our respective parents and after Dad moved the family away, I never saw Paul again.

Dad was now a farm worker and so I was raised on farms. I had plenty of opportunities to get somewhere private and be naked in the open air, which I found as exciting and arousing each and every time. But it was always very private and I ensured there was no one around, but I had a deep longing to be seen and a terrible fear of being known as a 'nudist'! When I was old enough for a motorbike I took rides into the country or down to the coast but I never felt confident of any friend who came with me to strip off in front of them or even suggest it.

The opportunities got less and less as I grew older and worked, then I got married and even then I didn't feel I could confide in my wife. I tried being nude around her some times, even outdoors when we were on holiday, but she was not comfortable with it. Then we started taking our caravan to France on holiday and found some isolated sites and beaches, we both prefer the isolated parts of the beach but both still stayed firmly 'cossied'.

By sheer good luck, on one particular beach, I noticed a couple taking photos of each other and realised with a shock that they were both unashamedly naked. I pointed them out to my wife and explained that in France it was both legal and normal for people to be nude on a beach and I was going to join in. She shrugged and I shrugged out of my costume! What a revelation! It felt wonderful! I was naked and people could see me and of course nobody cared a jot! I walked the length of the beach, I swam and I got thoroughly sunburnt! To give her credit it took only a little persuasion and my wife joined in my fun.

Back at work and talking to a colleague – not daring to tell him of course - he mentioned that he had been to Yugoslavia. Casually I asked him if he had been to any of their famous naturist beaches and equally casually he replied 'Oh yes, that's why we go there' I told him I had tried a naturist beach in France and he just smiled politely. There was no crash of thunder, no lightening, nothing. There I had admitted to being a naturist and nothing had happened!

We talked and I explained my wife was not convinced. Cheerfully he told me to 'bring her round to see our holiday photos' and so we spent an evening looking at nude photos. Amazing! It was a definite turning point in my life and started a friendship that continues to this day. My wife is still not an enthusiastic naturist but she tolerates me and joins in when she feels relaxed which is fine by me.

Now, if it seems appropriate, I now tell people that I am a naturist. The vast majority of people are not interested in what other people do and the strongest reaction I have had is 'Oh I could never do that' but most people don't give a jot!

Jon's First Experiences:

When growing up I had all sorts of encounters with been naked or having parts of me showing. When I got to about 12 you start to check other people out who has got a bigger one than you, well I did all that including skinny dipping but had only a little bit of touché feely even thou probably would have liked a bit more.
When I was 15 I started work part time in a large hotel washing up and working in the kitchens. It was great meeting new people and earning a bit of spending money, Most of the chefs were a pain excerpt one he was called Dave he was the joker the comedian and would think nothing of throwing a cup of water over you or sticking ice cubes down your back of your neck you no the thing. Any way Dave had a reputation of been a lady's man he had been out with a few of the waitresses and chamber maids and had no trouble getting a woman he was thirty five good looking and six foot two. Dave was the only chef to have the radio playing in the kitchen when he worked, one Sunday he was singing away to something on the radio I said I like this one too he said I've got their L.P so I said I would not mind borrowing that .Dave said I don't really lend out my records just in case they get damaged but if you want to listen to it you can come up to my room when we both got some spare time, I said ok.

The following Sunday I was working 8 while 3 when I got to work Dave was doing breakfasts he said I've got some spare time this afternoon I'm on a split shift so you can come and listen to that record if you want, I said ok I'll come up after three. So when I finished I went to the top floor which was the staff quarters and knocked on Dave's door, when he opened the door he was stood there stark naked with shaving foam all over his face. He said come in sorry I normally wear nothing when I'm in my room and I'm getting a shave now to save me doing it when I finish tonight because I'm going out with the girl friend straight after work, so he put a towel round himself said make a couple of coffees and carried on shaving, when he finished he put the L.P on sat down with me to drink his coffee and listen. We sat there him asking what I wanted to do when I left school and just chatting he then said you're getting a bit tubby bet you're eating all the left over's in the kitchen and gave me a quick prod in the belly. I said watch it I'll pull that one hair out on your chest if you don't behave yourself he said I dare you well with being given that option I had no choice but to pull the hair out. Dave said right you little buggar I'll see if you got any hairs on your chest I can pull out and started wrestling with me to get my tee shirt off well by the time he had got my tee shirt off we were both on the floor with him sat astride me having also lost his towel in the process well with us both rolling about and him being naked my penis had risen Dave said hey you've got a little stiffy lets have a look, you seen all of me, by his time he was trying to undo my jeans after a bit more of rolling about on the floor he'd managed to get my jeans down and had removed my shoes so he could get my jeans right off. I was now left only in my under pants so I'd turned over onto my tummy to try to preserve my dignity, with me on my tummy Dave seized the moment grabbed both sides of my underpants and whipped them straight down and off over my feet, I too was now like Dave stark naked only face down hiding my cock. Come on Dave said don't be shy roll over I'd gone soft by this time and was not going to roll over of my own free will because I defiantly was not as well endowed as Dave. So he sat on top of me and set about turning me over well it did not take long and by the time he'd got me over he was sat on me with our balls touching he said you've gone soft maybe if I give it a little rub it will stand up again so he started to play with me which felt wonderful as nobody else had really ever played with my cock before, it did the trick my cock was now well and truly hard also I could see Dave was stood to attention as well so I started to play with him, well the rest of the afternoon was a wonderful experience touching each others body all over he also showed me a few other thing you can do to give each other pleasure. After that afternoon I would often go up to Dave's room on the pretence of listen to music, he would always answer the door naked and unlike the first time I did not put up a fight to be stripped so we could spend several hours naked in his room, It usually started with a wrestle so that our bodies could be intertwined and ended with us masturbating each other so that was my first time of being naked for any length of time with somebody else. I used to smile to my self when some of the other staff used to say you know Dave he's a right one for the lady's little did they know. I would love to hear other people's experiences.

This is the 'First Experience' of Frances and her husband on Studland Beach

We married and had children so it wasnt until we were in our mid thirties that we had the chance to have a holiday away on our own. Naturism had not really entered our minds at this time. Well, we headed for Dorset, found a B and B and asked for a nice beach. Try Studland we were advised. Well we found it, parked and walked along the gorgeous sand. There were plenty of people but it was not crowded. Suddenly we came across a sign saying that there nudists ahead. And sure enough, this part of the beach had plenty of naked people enjoying the day, playing, swimming, sunbathing. And there were more in the dunes at the back. We both said " Shall we?" We decided to go into the dunes as being slightly less daring. On walking back there we could people everywhere, men, couples and all nude. We actually felt both excited and comfortable. We found a lovely spot and stripped of. We felt very brave and also felt that everyone was looking at us. Well, they weren't and slowly we got used to the wonderful feeling of freedom and stood up, looked round and walked about a little. It was just so nice. People we passed were friendly and we chatted to several, both couples and single males. Of course we looked, compared and so on but they were doing the same to us. There were all shapes and sizes and ages, some males were semi erect and a few had full erections but no one seemed to worry. I notice Pete was getting excited and suggested he lay down and sunbathe for a bit but he opted to go exploring. Well, I lay down and enjoyed the sun, Pete came back and I went walking it was such a wonderful feeling. I talked to various people as I went. Most were just relaxing and enjoying the sun, one or two were going a bit further which didnt shock but rather turned me on. In one quiet spot a man was masturbating and continued when he saw me but I think this was more for the benefit of another guy.

The day went far to quickly, people were leaving but we were reluctant to go, It was still warm and dusk was falling when Pete came back from one of his walks. He had an enormous erection. He threw himself down on the towel beside me and the next thing I knew we were fucking. It couldnt and didnt last long and he withdrew quite quickly leaving me completely exposed. I looked up and saw him talking to two men who were masturbating and they moved closer. I felt so relaxed and abandoned I just lay thereand watched them. When they finished they walked of and out of sight. Soon after we went back to our digs. The next few days we spent on the beach. This erotic episode did not recur. Some years have past this first time and we are committed naturists.

We no longer use Studland but other beaches mostly quite innocently but occasionally sex does rear its ugly head again. It was an eventful first time but one we will always remember.