What started your interest in nudism?

The question that was asked “What got you into nudism”, so I answered that question and stopped just before writing my experiences that are out of context of this thread. So … I will tell one real life story at a nude beach,

Well now, if this experience doesn't get someone into nudism, then I don't know what will … must make for a great memory … 😃

For me, it was a result of my parents going naked when at home and encouraging us to do the same. So, kind of our lifestyle for as long as I can remember. From the beginning, we were quite comfortable being clothes-free.

I went on a bicycle trip to Massachusetts’s touring the state, sleeping at youth hostels to sleep we usually put on about 75 miles a day, the trip was and our route was planned so we would be at Woods Hole oceanographic institute for the first exhibition of Roberts Ballards recovered relics from the Titanic.

After that I met up with my mom in Boston and I took her back to really cool places I had seen. One of those places was the nude beach at gayshead lighthouse, I still to this day have a french book on BDSM I found on the beach borrowed from a public library in France. On the bluffs below the lighthouse are some very very rare natural clay pits, so you play in the clay lay on the beach to bake it in then run into the surf rinse and repeat over over over again I was 16-17 year old I am now about a month shy of 54.

I have some really potent memories of experiences from that trip after we ... i showed mom across the state we went back to Boston and the youth hostel so we could go to Faneuil hall, that day there was an up and coming artist giving a free concert in the commons (Boston commons is there version of Central Park) it was a great concert but it definitely didn’t involve any of the songs or movies she is remembered for, sadly she died young but I remember the unknown artist was Whitney Houston. So nude beach mom and I had to fit in , right ? Undercover tourist doing what the locals do.

I don’t believe that I would consider myself to be a nudist as I don’t go out of my way to find social environments to be nude. That said, I do enjoy being nude.

I can’t say what inspired me to take my clothes off while working in the field in a secluded area of the farm but I was hooked at that point and always look forward to Spring when I can be outside nude again. The feeling of the breeze blowing the hair on my scrotum and the resulting tickle is certainly special. And then there is the gentle bounce of my penis and testicles against the seat while operating the antique tractor.

One of the few opportunities of social nudity for me was at a spa in Europe where I got to experience a wide variety of baths and pools that provided far more sensory stimulation of my body than any bath tub or even a hot tub. I had never had an opportunity be nude in a pool of water before that deep and to just be able to stand there in neck deep water and feel the buoyancy of my penis and how it reacted to the different sensations of the water.

I am not sure that being with other people would necessarily enhance my desire to be nude. Socially, one must be mindful of ill timed erections, sitting on a towel, etc. Being by myself in the woods, I don’t have to worry about the untimely erection induced by different sensations.

Old nudist magazines. The sight of female pubic hair which Playboy and similar magazines refused to show, was an absolute fascination. I also grew up in an era when swimming nude in gym class and at the YMCA was not only common but also instructive, how much more pleasant it was than when wearing bathing suits. After you’ve experienced the joy of swimming nude wearing a bathing suit is like taking a bath with your clothes on.

My girlfriend at the time agreed with my suggestion to visit a clothing optional club near us for something to do on a hot summer day.

We both had a good time, made some friends, and returned many times

Trying to recover from a divorce I didn’t want, I decided to do something I’d never done before. I decided to go to a nudist resort.

Luckily for me, there was a place about an hour from my home. I called and asked if they permitted single men. They did.

The first free weekend came and I headed off. When I arrived I checked in at the office, paid my grounds fees, went back to my car, stripped, grabbed my towel, a small cooler of beer and headed for the naked people sitting in the shade.

I had one very brief moment of embarrassment and then settled into a lawn chair and began enjoying the view.

A group of adults sitting around a picnic table invited me to join them, I did. In a nearby hot tub a number of teenage girls were sitting around the spa swinging their legs in the water and chatting.Obviously, they were all friends and occasionally one or two would leave the hot tub, walk over to the pool, take a brief dip and head back to the spa, rejoining their friends.

Their bodies were perfect. perfect breasts and full bushes hiding their clits and labia. To my great pleasure the older women around the picnic table were all fully shaved, didn’t try to hide it and two of the four had long labia hanging invitingly.

At the end of the afternoon the group began breaking up and heading in various directions. They invited me to come back the next weekend.

That started my life as a nudist.

As time passed, I visited several clubs within a couple of hours of my hometown, met some nice people who I am still friends with and visit once or twice a year. We still enjoy our social nudity. My wife, a redhead with a wonderful bush, and the other wives who shave and sport erotic labia and exposed clits are as beautiful and sexy as ever. We visit as we sit naked indoors and out, in their pools and hot tubs, prepare and enjoy lunch and dinners.

It’s all been a wonderful experience for me and my wife who openly joined in when we started dating and married.

And that was more than 30 years ago.

For me, I think it's about the male bonding I got growing up spending time in my underwear and naked with my dad and brothers. I had a single dad, with two brothers, so it was just guys in the house. There was no modesty. That's something my dad taught us very well. It just became so comfortable being naked, or very little clothing around other guys for me.

Not sure what started my interest in nudism / naturism but as with others in this thread, I’ve always just felt more comfortable when I’m naked and I enjoy the freedom being clothes free provides especially when it’s baking hot.

For me, growing up in Miami, we had a swimming pool and my Dad would get home from work at night and would often swim nude. My Brother and I would join him, nude of course.

"Skinny Dipping" was a part of my growing up. Now it's more like "Chunky Dunkin' " for me. These days I enjoy going to the Playalinda Beach at Canaveral National Seashore. Parking Lot 13 is generally accepted as Clothing Optional.

I'm just more comfortable nude. Always have been.

I'm not really a nudist and my family was not nudist, per se, as I was growing up, but there was a period where we were involved in some social activities that included some nudity and I remember being mixed nervous and fascinated at first and kind of enjoying that there situations like that. Hard to explain. At home, we all definitely slept naked except on the coldest winter nights, so there would be nudity at bedtime and first thing in the morning.

In a summer camp I swam naked in a lake for the first time, which I liked very much. Afterwards I was on a nudist beach for the first time and enjoyed the feeling of freedom very much.

I guess walking around the boys locker room in jr/sr high. Eventually, I moved to San Diego and had to try out Blacks Beach. I climbed down the steep Mt Siu, when I got to the bottom I started to take off my swimming suit so I pulled it back on and walked down the beach looking at all the naked bodies. At one point I noticed a path going up above with some people walking up there. I decided to walk the path. Didn't see anybody along the way so I spread out my blanket, took off my suit and spread out face down because the sun was so bright. I laid there for quite awhile, not hearing or seeing anyone.

At some point somebody came along and said I was getting a sunburn and asked If he could put on some oil. Well, it eventually turned out to be a pretty good massage. He massaged everything. I felt him straddle me but he continued to work on my back before moving down to my buttcheeks. I began to get kind of horney and told him it felt good. He began to slide around on top of me and I could feel his penis moving between my cheeks. I let him do it and when it was over there were 4-5 people standing around watching.

They soon walked away as the show was over. I got up, leaving my suit behind. After that I spent 3-4 weekend days there a month.

Just the natural thing to do for me. As a kid growing up I felt more comfortable naked even into my teenage, highschool and college years and I've always slept naked. As an adult I often go to a nudest camp close by. You meet the most wonderful people there. The good thing about it is everyone is equal no fancy clothes trying to empress you.

My girlfriend at the time was into being Nude as much as possible. She loved to go to nude beaches and hot springs.