since I have had nudist encounter over my entire life which didn’t actually look like nudist encounters.
At about 8, my dad, uncle and myself spent a weekend at a “fishing hole’ – no cabin, however a mobile home out in the woods. On the 2nd day of heat and zero fish catching, we went for a swim to my surprise, in the nude. It was amazing, it was exhilarating and it made my father and uncle seem so ‘crazy and amazing’. That happened a few times over a couple of years.
My dad passed away when I was 12. That following summer, my mom allow me to spend about two months with my uncle, aunt, cousins to sort of let me regroup as she was dealing with a lot of the consequences. My uncle/aunt weren’t nudists, nor even clothing 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 wander in the house still naked, which after all my encounters outside, appeared just exhilarating.
My mother and I moved to a house in a busy suburb two years afterwards, but it had a privacy fence and pleasant little in-ground pool. I’d get home from school about two hours before she came home from work. Naturally, I skinny-dipped always, and once fall and winter arrived, would go bare a couple of hours every single day in. The following summer when we opened the pool, I was always allowed to have friends over, and two of my closest friends (male) began skinny dipping. There was always an additional sense of independence when going bare with others.
I eventually started to boldly swim in the early morning, to begin the day the very best possible way, knowing my mom was still in the house. It wasn’t so much that I was being more bold, more that I was just more comfy, and needed not to be ‘slipping’ about in the nude. She saw me skinny dipping several times, as the kitchen window looked right outside to the pool and backyard. In the beginning, I was naturally nervous, but she never formed a major issue of it, asking me that first time had I outgrown my swimming trunks as I ‘d come in wrapped only in a towel. One afternoon after school was out, I came home from summer league softball and she was out by the pool. I just thought ‘what the heck’ and went out with my towel and jumped in. It was a non-event, because once I left the pool and sat across from her, we began talking about my dad, and her telling me how he loved going bare. It may have been the first, really genuine dialog about my father we’d since he died.
The next morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she needed to join me for a swim. family nudist sex said she would be outside later and she did. After what was bluntly a lot of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was only tranquil and totally open. We spent about four hours talking about my dad, our family, friends, then movies, music and things I ‘d never think to only ‘chat’ about with my mom. It was sort of http://voyzone.com , and a drizzle put an end to the time that had flew by to our astonishment. I said I hated we needed to go in, and she simply picked up my towel with her stuff and went inside. We spent the remainder of the day inside in a brand new 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 regrettably inconvenient to relax in the nude it looked, so it sort of just quit other than infrequent 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 experience. That would be at college, my fourth weekend in school, but this is another story and I Have all ready defined the notion of ‘long-winded’.
