I am not sure how to pick one experience as my first,

since I have had nudist experience over my life that didn’t really seem like nudist encounters.
At about 8, my father, uncle and myself spent a weekend at a “fishing hole’ – no cottage, however a mobile home out in the woods. On the second day of heat and zero fish getting, we went for a swim to my surprise, in the nude. It was excellent, it was exhilarating and it made my dad and uncle appear so ‘wild and amazing’. That occurred a couple of times over a few years.
My father passed away when I was 12. That following summer, my mother let me spend about two months with my uncle, aunt, cousins to sort of let me regroup as she was coping with a lot of the aftermath. My uncle/aunt were not nudists, nor even clothes optional – just relaxed. They had a pool and skinny dipping was the standard (two cousins, boy and girl younger than me). Many times we would roam in the house still naked, which after all my encounters outside, seemed newly exhilarating.
My mom and I moved to a house in a crowded suburb two years later, but it had a privacy fence and fine little in-ground pool. I’d get home from school about two hours before she came home from work. Naturally, I skinny dipped continuously, and once fall and winter arrived, would go nude a number of hours every single day inside. The subsequent summer when we opened the pool, I was always permitted to have friends over, and two of my closest friends (man) began skinny dipping. There was always an extra sense of independence when going bare with others.
I finally began to boldly swim in http://nudiststube.com , to begin the day the very best possible means, understanding my mom was still in the home. It was not so much that I was being more bold, more that I was just more comfy, and desired not to be ‘sneaking’ around in the nude. She saw me skinny dipping several times, as the kitchen window looked right out to the pool and backyard. In the beginning, I was naturally nervous, but she never made a major issue of it, requesting me that first time had I outgrown my swimming trunks as I would come in wrapped only in a towel. One day after school was out, I came home from summer league softball and she was outside by the pool. I simply thought ‘what the heck’ and went out with my towel and jumped in. It turned out to be a non event, because after I left the pool and sat across from her, we began talking about my dad, and her telling me how he loved going naked. It could have been the first, really genuine dialogue about my father we had since he expired.
The next morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she needed to join me for a swim. She said femdom beach would be out later and she did. After what was bluntly a lot of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was just tranquil and completely open. We spent about four hours talking about my father, our family, buddies, then movies, music and things I would never presume to only ‘chat’ about with my mom. It was sort of an overcast day, along with a drizzle put a stop to the time that had flew by to our astonishment. I said I loathed we had to go in, and she just picked up my towel with her things and went indoors. We spent the remaining part of the day inside in a fresh routine of liberation.
Once I got my driver’s license, and her work became more demanding, we rarely spent time together, and even when we did, it was sadly inconvenient to relax in the nude it seemed, so it sort of just stopped other than rare times or early in the morning routine.
So, there are three moments in time for me, and I really don’t even consider them my first experience. That would be at college, my fourth weekend in school, but this is another story and I Have all ready defined the idea of ‘long-winded’.

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