Please send us your stories about your own genuine naturist experiences…
Maybe it was an embarrassing naked experience like being caught in what turned out to be a non-nudist area…
Or what about your very first time naked in public?
This could be your chance to share that special, or nerve wracking first time when you bared your body to the world! How did you feel before and after, and how do you feel now? Let us know, your experiences may help others who are tempted to give it a try!
Whatever your story, It only needs to be a short paragraph, more only if you wish.
Please don’t send any pornographic material or anything from fantasy land. Just genuine stuff please.
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“I’ve spent some time on your website recently and I have to say it’s great; an invaluable resource for a young girl making her first strides into nudism. I want to share my first experience, which was quite by accident, in the hope that it will reassure more of my peers that this is an exciting alternative lifestyle.” Sarah-Beth
My first experience came 18 months ago, as a 20 year old. I’d decided to defer my final year of University to travel and see some of the world. Part of that included doing a ski season in Switzerland as a chalet girl. I settled into the resort really well, enjoying both the skiing and the socialising and just about cramming some work in as well.
Anyone who’s been on a skiing holiday knows how tiring all the physical exertion and après-ski can be, so combine that with cleaning chalets and you can imagine that we were often is need of some down time.
During an evening out one of the ski instructors suggested to my friend, Melissa, and I that there was a very good spa with a sauna and hot baths down in the town. It was a little off the beaten track and more frequented by locals than tourists. Yes we thought! The perfect escape. We took down some directions and made a plan to visit the following Friday evening, when the rest of the crew would be partying hard.
Next Friday came and we dug out our bikinis and headed down. We found it without too much trouble.
A very smiley middle-aged lady on reception checked us in, gave us two small towels each showed us where the ladies changing rooms were. She also commented that they didn’t get very many English visitors.
We changed into our swimwear and took a shower (as indicated by a picture diagram on the door to the spa). The first room we walked into was a locker room and we stored our gear and headed through the next door. It led into a beautiful wooden clad area with a small swimming pool and hot-tub and the place looked deserted.
There was however plenty of towels on sun-loungers indicating there were at least 10-15 other people here somewhere. Melissa suggested that this meant there was more to explore, so after a quick couple of lengths of the empty pool we headed through one of 4 doors off the side of the pool room, none of which was labelled.
As soon as we walked through the first push door it was obvious this led to the steam room. Melissa was ahead of me and she opened the door to the actual steam room first, took half a step inside and stopped. Me, being me, just carried on and half bumped/half pushed her until we were both inside and the door shut behind us.
As my eyes adjusted to the darker light and steam I could see why she’d stopped. We were standing in a steam room with 5 fully naked men from young to old.
The eldest man half smiled at us but only then seemed to realise we were female, he stood up and started shouting and pointing. I don’t know if you’ve heard an angry German, but it’s quite intimidating. We were out of the steam room so quick it’s lucky the glass door didn’t shatter!
Melissa’s words were to the effect of “Oh my God, we just walked into the man’s steam room”, perhaps a little more sweary, and then something suggestive about the “big” hunky guy in the corner. I was just cross and I knew straight where I was going, back to reception to complain to the English-speaking receptionist about the lack of signs. Not really thinking too much about my modesty I marched us both through the changing rooms and into the reception area.
The lady had been replaced by a younger attractive man who was serving an older couple. Forgetting myself a little bit I marched up and started explaining in raised tones what had happened.
The poor guy obviously didn’t speak any English but I think he understood a little and started pointing at our bikinis, shaking his head and speaking German. Great I thought, a bloody fashion critic. But, of course I was wrong.
Thankfully the lady in reception turned to us and explained what he was saying, basically “bathing suits are banned”, “the spa is a nudist area”, “you must go completely naked in order to use the facilities”.
The realisation hit us both at the same time: So that’s why the man was angry, followed by “uh-oh, if we want our relaxing spa experience we’re going to have to strip off in front of a bunch of strangers”. Having spent a reasonable amount on the entry fee neither of us was keen to forego what we were entitled to so we trudged back to the female changing rooms to discuss it. As an aside I still don’t truly understand the point of separate changing rooms if everyone’s getting naked and staying that way, but there we are!
We sat there in silence. I don’t know what Melissa was thinking but she didn’t look keen. All I could think was “what’s she got to worry about, with those huge boobs of hers no-one will be judging her”. I’ve had issues with my small breast size for a few years and the thought of exposing them to a mainly male audience wasn’t doing my confidence any good. After sitting there a while the kindly lady who’d translated for us (who was now in the altogether) came over and really helped.
She basically explained that she understood we were nervous, but that was because of our culture. In Switzerland they have less hang-ups about nudity and going to the spa and everyone getting naked together was not a big issue. No-one judged and nobody would stare and she would show us around the facilities of the spa. It was a kind act and she explained that all we had to do was take off our bikinis first, and was it such a big deal as they weren’t actually covering all that much skin anyway.
Melissa was first to make her find up “let’s do it”, and with that she released her sizeable boobs an down came the bikini bottoms to reveal her very smooth minnie. I followed her lead more slowly, more than a little embarrassed at my small chest and more “natural” look downstairs. The good Samaritan took each of us by the hand and led us through the locker room back to the pool, which was now inhabited by 3 men and 1 woman, all naked and none of whom seemed the least bit interested in our entrance. I have to confess I did do a little bit of staring, but it was all new to me. I didn’t have long though as we were led through to the steam room where all the drama had begun. In we went and this time were greeted with smiles. The lady pointed for us to sit down (and we both immediately crossed our legs, which must have looked strange). I assume she then explained what had happened, there was a sense of general understanding and the man who has shouted at us said something. Everyone laughed and nodded!
What did he say I asked. “He said he was sorry for not realising you were English, but that if the UK truly wanted to be in Europe it would have to get used to our strange customs. But he’s very happy that two such beautiful young girls were flying the flag for their country”. I’m pretty sure we both blushed but it certainly put us at ease.
I must confess to forgetting that we were naked in there and I only became aware again when we were taken to see the rest of the facilities.
There was a sauna, occupied by 2 more men and a girl of similar age to us, and there was a series of 6 plunge pools; hot then cold, finally there was the “family pool” through the last door. In it I was a little shocked to see a family of 5, Mum, Dad, a son and daughter who both must have been in their early teens and a younger son playing in the shallow pool. All naked as the day they were born.
At that moment I felt envious of the daughter, she quite clearly didn’t have any of the body issue of self-consciousness I had, and I decided that this enlightened was of being nude was probably responsible.
We stayed a further 2 hours in the spa before departing as changed people. I’m pleased to say we returned on at least a dozen occasions. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think we had different motivations for visiting. I loved the freedom and lack of judgement. I strongly suspect Melissa saw it as an opportunity to flash her assets at the well-endowed hunk she’d first spotted in the sauna.
It still caused me nerves walking though the changing rooms exit in the nude, and taking my clothes of for a nudist event still does to this day, but once I’m surrounded by cool like-minded people all the fears are gone and I can feel truly free.
I don’t think the normal path into nudism involves having an angry man demand in German that you remove your bikini, but it got me to where I am today.
They’re got a lot right these crazy Europeans!
My first time was in the mid 50’s when I took the plunge and attended
a International Naturist Convention being held at the Duke of Bedfords.
I had borrowed my brothers small tent and set it up, surrounded by several children who were highly amused at my efforts of erecting this tent. However their friendliness and laughter etc, put me at ease and soon I was as naked as them.
Very soon the event became crowded with all manner of tents, vehicles and many languages.
I can remenber seeing in the naturist press a group photograph of us
listening to a speaker and there was me in the front row.
While at the event I met a family group who invited me to join their club, and low and behold it was Five Acres, featured here in the club owner interview, it was this that brought back memories.I spent all my weekends and holidays at the club.
Sadly I had to give up this venture as I was being sent abroad, on my
return to UK, I got married, and my wife does not approve of nudity, fun etc.
I still go nude whenever I can, privately at home when my wife is away, or in a friends garden when I go to attend to his garden, we live in France and he in UK, so I look after his house and garden which they use for holidays only, it has a very high hedge surrounding it, close to a main road but I can still garden in the nude, feels great, just wish I was able to go full time again.
…And a couple of quickies
Did it today 49 birthday so I went for it Leysdown beach in Kent
Walked dog down and then got naked…..Best thing I have ever done…2 hours on
beach and played in the surf
Loads of others there and no issues…
Loved It !!!!
The thought of being totally nude and feeling the sun,wind and water on your whole body made me seek out my first naturist camp (it took me two buses and a cab to get there)Iastood at the gate,do I really want to?
I ran a fancy dress shop at the time ,and used to tell people who hadn’t been to one before “once you get there you wont be able to wait for the next one ” so with that thought in mind ,I went in ,followed by a couple that had been sitting in a car going through exactly the same thing ! Once inside a woman showed us around we passed the odd nude person getting undressed ,then we ended the tour in the changing room then thinking what you would think would be a problem for a man. (they do give you a towel) I thought ,I am sure this thing must be expected for a novice, so off came the clothes ,it is such a feeling not having clothes flapping around you swimming and sun bathing never felt so good My only regret was having to put my clothes back on at the end! since then I have spent week long holidays
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