First Time Nude Outdoors and Being Naked Outside
First Time Nude Outdoors – Being Naked Outside
(A Guest Blog)
Naked Outdoors For The Very First Time
First Time Nude Outdoors – I have always heard of nudism and naturism but never really gave it too much thought. I have to admit that when I first saw a news report on a local nudist resort, I was the only one in my family not to say “what weird and perverted people.” But the truth is that I was I actually envious of them. They were walking around, completely naked, in what they were born with, and none of them seemed to mind what the world thought of them. They all seemed perfectly happy and none of them seemed to have any body image issues what so ever.
So I figured I would see what it felt like to go about my daily routine nude. So when I had the house to myself, I would get naked, and do everything from cleaning to homework. To my surprise, it felt great to be that way. I was surprised to discover that it did not feel sexual at all… it was a simply a feeling of just total freedom.
As the years went by, I got my own place and moved out of my family’s home. I used to go to the beach a lot, and always wondered what it would be like if I just dropped my swimming trunks and jumped on in but it was not a nude beach and I knew it was not the place to try skinny dipping.
The changing area at the beach was without a roof. I heard a lot of people comment on how they would freak if a helicopter or a plane flew by. It was far enough from the local hotels, that no one on any of the floors could see in. I remember just undressing and wondering what would happen if I left the booth before putting on any clothing. I kept thinking about how great it would feel to be naked outdoors.
Things just moved on from there. I mentioned, one time, to a close friend about my fascination with being naked and he thought I was crazy. I think he told some of my other friends, which explains why they wouldn’t hang out at my place to drink beer, eat pizza or play x-box anymore.
Then, to make it worse, the girl I was dating at the time found out. From that point on, she kept pestering me why I was so interested in a “nudist” lifestyle. I told her my reasons, but she took it to mean I was looking to become a “swinger” and that it was a “perverted” lifestyle. Needless to say, we broke up soon after. I never once had a physical intimate relationship with her, but to this day, she probably speaks of me as nothing but a pervert. But just to play it safe, for about year and a half, I stayed quiet about the subject.
Then, at the local community college, I was taking an art class. Naturally, at some point it came time to draw a nude model. We drew two models, one male and one female. They stood there with such reserve, calmness and didn’t seem to care what others thought of them. I asked a few classmates about the models and they told me that it was a paid position, but that they were just your “everyday people.”
So I put out an ad, and asked if anyone wouldn’t mind modeling for me at home. Behold, my ad was answered. Her name was Rachel (named changed to honor privacy). I told her that I wanted to draw a nude model, in a home setting, doing everyday things, but nude. To my surprise, she said “no problem.”
The day came for the sketch, and first I thought an ice breaker session would be good. She was from Canada originally and she moved with her family to the USA a few years earlier. She even told me they had been to nudist beaches and at times spent family time in the nude. She was a great model and did some basic poses. To my surprised, to her, it all felt completely natural.
I took a photo first, and sketched her next. I offered her a robe to wear in between sketches, but she didn’t want to put it on. She even walked away to the kitchen to get a drink and went to the bathroom, all nude. I told her of my “secret” desire to have a nudist lifestyle free from judgement. She decided to challenged me to pose in the nude with her for the last photo. I took her up on her suggestion and after seeing the image, I was astonished at how natural we looked, like we didn’t even notice we weren’t wearing clothes.
I knew after that, I had to find out more. I was scoping areas for a good long time for the upcoming spring. I knew of this church I went to a long time ago with my friend and his grandmother. It was way out in the sticks and behind the church, the property ended at a ditch. From that point on there was a field, then a meadow and beyond that there was nothing but wooded areas for miles. There was only one street light on the road, and the only other light was the light from the church’s shed. I had my plan – In spring I would go past the property and try outdoor / social nudity for my very first time!
Then, as if just for me, it happened. We had a very unusual warm streak of weather for 2 weeks in January. The first night, I drove to the church and noticed that the residence near the church had their lights on, even late at night. This put me a little bit on edge because I knew they could see me pull in the parking lot. Once you past the parking lot and drive on the grass, you can’t see pass twenty feet . It is that pitch black except for the moonlight but on that first night, I couldn’t go through with it.
The next night, after work, I decided to drive past and see how I felt. At twelve thirty they only had their living room light on and I could still see movement but I decided that it was the right place. I needed some coffee, so I drove to a convince store where I had a cup of coffee and listen to the radio for a while. Then I decided I would drive back and see if these people were the type that left their lights on all night. It was now close to 2:00 am. The lights were all out so I decided that this would be it.
I went to a local Walgreen’s (15 minutes away) and purchased a small flashlight. I drove back and waited in the lot. I waited for 30 more minutes. Not one person, car, or even cat went past. It was only filled with the sound of the of the leaves of rustling in the wind. I drove my car past church on the grass and all the way to the ditch, where I knew the property ended. I waited another 10 minutes. The neighbors didn’t hear me at all. I looked around and realized I was “safe”. I went behind the car away from the road, and began my phase one of undressing. I took off my boxer shorts and T-shirt and only wore my sneakers, pants and hoodie. I decided the less clothes the better. I started walking, jumped over the ditch and walked down till I was about 10 feet from the woods. I looked back and saw the road, but I knew, from my earlier drives past, that if anyone came down the road, they wouldn’t be able to see me.
I found an area where the tree branches would not get in the way and began to undress. First my shoes, then my hoodie and then I paused. Underneath my work pants I wore nothing. I took a deep breath, slid them off, folded them neatly and placed them on a nearby tree branch. I was totally nude, outside and I wasn’t scared, ashamed or anything. In fact I wanted to give a shout of triumph but decided not to press my luck. I walked away from my clothes, which had my wallet, keys and everything else I needed in the real world. I was going to use the flashlight, but the moonlight was enough.
Before I knew it I had to be at least 100 feet into the woods and a good way from my clothes. It was great. I hiked nude and for a few moments, I thought I was being followed by a small animal. But that was not the case. I felt like the “natives” who first settled the land.
Before I realized it was an hour later and I knew I had to go back. I used my light to find my things but oddly enough, I actually decided not to put them on. I wanted to feeling to last forever and was not ready to give it up!
If you are still deciding if to try it or not then I say go for it. The freedom and the feeling of being yourself is simply amazing!
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larryleone267 Just one little important thing to note - the phrase "nudist colony" is no longer used. Today we say nudist club or resort. Colonies are for ants and lepers ;) Hope your experience was a positive one after getting past the initial jitters :)
My first time was at a nudist colony. I backed my car nesx to some bushes, and opened the front door of my car, so no one cauld see me undress, when two young ladies walked up behind me. I said to my self why am I hiding.
FelicityJones Eddie Gamble If you live with someone who doesn't know you're a closet nudist, then I'd go skinny dipping and wet a pair of trunks as a ruse, in case you're asked where your wet clothes are.
I remember trying to find places to skinny dip or hike nude. I'd always be looking over my shoulder, worried about people seeing me. It wasn't that I didn't want to be seen, it was that I didn't want to offend. Last summer I joined a landed club. No more looking over my shoulder. Problem solved.Great story, J Blum.
Great story. Its funny - getting nude the first time is like when we stand at the waters edge, afraid of that first plunge - but once we take it, we wonder why we ever hesitated. Its just too bad that society is so afraid of our natural state, that we have to go to so much trouble - we should just be able to walk our door naked and free!
For my first time, I wasn't alone but I didn't know anybody either. I never did any streaking or walking cloaked only by the darkness of night. As a runner, I preferred to air dry after a shower. Every subsequent shower led to a longer duration until the time I finally put clothes on since putting clothes on had always been the custom before. I read up on nudism in books that I ordered in the mail, from literature from the ASA at the time and from books that I dared not take out from my college library. I was in love with the idea of social and outdoor nudism but never really pursued it until some years later. My first time was at Gunnison Beach at Sandy Hook, NJ. Wow, what a strange and glorious feeling of freedom and an instant understanding and appreciation of it.
Sounds like me when I was a kid. I did it in broad daylight several times, in a wooded area I thought was secluded, until one day my Mom said to me "I spoke to Mr. Smith today,,,,,he said 'tell your son to keep his pants on'" Boy, talk about guilt!
Yep, can relate to that first feeling of freeness.... was a long time ago for me though, I started going nude in the bush when I was about age 13.... 33 years ago! these days I don't feel comfortable in the bush clothed ;)
Love it! Brings back some memories, even about running around outdoors at night or out in the fields, far from people, when I was a kid. Had kind of forgotten about that! Isn't it amazing, the things those of us infected with the nude bug will do to get naked!
@Eddie Gamble lol that's embarrassing, way to ruin it for you! I think it's nice how so many people have done this..I don't think I ever would have w/o my parents' encouragement. They were like, yeah just go skinny-dipping in the back, nobody'll see you. I guess you always gotta be on alert for people tho ;)