since I have had nudist experience over my entire life that didn’t really look like nudist experiences.
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 amazing, it was exhilarating and it made my father and uncle look so ‘wild and cool’. That happened a number of times over a few years.
My dad passed away when I was 12. That following summer, my mother I want to spend about two months with my uncle, aunt, cousins to sort of let me regroup as she was coping with lots of the consequences. My uncle/aunt weren’t nudists, nor even clothes optional – only relaxed.
They had a pool and skinny dipping was the standard (two cousins, boy and girl younger than me). Many times we would drift in the house still bare, which after all my encounters outside, seemed newly exhilarating.
My mom and I moved to a house in a busy suburb two years after, but it had a privacy fence and pleasant small in-ground pool. I would 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 naked a number of hours every single day in. The subsequent summer when we opened the pool, I was always permitted to get friends over, and two of my closest friends (male) started skinny dipping. There was always an additional sense of independence when going bare with others.
I finally started to boldly swim in the early morning, to start the day the best possible method, understanding my mom was still in the home. It was not so much that I was being more daring, more that I was just more comfy, and wanted not to be ‘stealing’ around in the nude. She saw me skinny dipping several times, as the kitchen window looked right out to the pool and backyard. Initially, 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 ‘d come in wrapped only in a towel. One day after school was out, I came home from summer league softball and she was out 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 once I left the pool and sat across from http://antinude.com , we started talking about my dad, and her telling me how he loved going bare. It could have been the first, truly genuine dialog about my dad we had since he died.
The following morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she wanted to join me for a swim. She said url ‘d be out after and she did. After what was bluntly a lot of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was just tranquil and totally open. We spent about four hours talking about my father, our family, friends, then films, music and things I would never think to only ‘chat’ about with my mum. It was sort of an overcast day, and a drizzle put a stop to the time that had flew by to our astonishment. I said I despised we needed to go in, and she merely picked up my towel with her stuff and went inside. We spent the remainder 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 unfortunately inconvenient to relax in the nude it appeared, so it sort of just stopped other than rare times or early in the morning routine.
So, there are three instants in time for me, and I really don’t even consider them my first encounter. That would be at college, my fourth weekend in school, but that’s another story and I Have all ready defined the notion of ‘long winded’.