Ah, nudists! Through the years I Have grown to really appreciate nudists and nudist

hangouts in general. Now, as a young kids, closer to infancy, I recall we consistently made like Tommy from the Rugrats and continuously stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran round the house trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something else. (Eventually they recorded all our clothing on with duct tape and then further secured us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents did not tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve just been one of the fortunate ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I needed to go through my parents divorce, then the awkward conclusion of trying to work out who to live with. At first, I lived with my mom for a couple years. I still recall all the different roommates we had living with us gay, straight, male or female, people from many walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well-rounded with a variety of belief systems and lifestyles around me. One roommate, whom I still have as a good buddy in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you have to “practice being naked” since we all are under our clothing anyhow, but people who favor that lifestyle do have a tendency to drop those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of simply being nude all of the time, he always made sure that it’d be alright with the rest of the roommates including my mom, my sister and I, before he appeared undressed, so that everybody in the house wouldnt be too bothered when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked guy running around the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I had been brought up, I wasnt bothered by it. as soon as I needed to have non-nudist friends over, I would be sure to tell him so in advance and he’d instantly go throw on a set of short pants with no criticism. So the system we had in the household worked just fine.
My mom was very openly enthusiastic about nudity additionally, together with all those other taboo issues that come up awkwardly when youre a teen when talking with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our adolescent years, she made sure that we understood about different things that go on in other peoples houses, behind closed doors, and even in our house not that being nude was a huge thing. ( I have no doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of complete acceptance!)] Mom was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home naked, run round the backyard naked, but not run around a nudist park. Social nudity outdoors with several hundred other people merely wasnt her thing.
It was, however, Georges thing, and he belonged to a neighborhood nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I remember asking him about the place and he always replied enthusiastically about it as being nice and an enjoyable area, but I wasnt quite ready yet.

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He made a standing invitation for my mother, my sister and I to go whenever we determined it was time, but he’d not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s entire knowledge of what the behavior rules were there. Eventually, maybe a year later, my mother and sister did go with him, and appreciated http://beachnymphs.com . But by then I ‘d moved out as well as lived with my dad and stepmom and was being raised in a somewhat sheltered, spiritual kind of way. This entire nudist thing didnt look sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less receptive to the notion of being naked around others until a few years afterwards.
Then came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my moms house I finally got the courage to ask George if I could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with http://rudenudist.net , and it was, so off we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy kid I was, I didn’t run around tossing my clothes right away. Instead, I think the first few times I secured myself in the pool and seldom left it, except perhaps to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a kid. You did not? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to nude badminton…) It wasnt that I was uncomfortable in the area, because everyone was extremely pleasant and encouraging. I assume I played badminton to stop from staring at people. It is hard not to stare at fifty or so people lounging about like lizards in the sun with no shred of clothing on. Particularly when you’re fourteen. Naturally, when you are fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and taut skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were their bashes.
It is uncanny how many parties they throw. I believe they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Alright, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there’s Thanksgiving, but damnit! There must be something in between!” Then they recognize there is Election Day (which is not really something to observe these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they’re hard to locate). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a bash and have lots of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the vacation at hand.
On one such vacation, I can not remember which, they’d one very gifted member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, in the event you’ve never had a paintbrush pulled across your buttocks, well let me tell you, it tickles! I made the decision to get up enough guts to possess the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to just under my back. It looked lovely, indeed! Everyone was telling me how awesome it looked, on me and only in general. I think even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a bunch of ol’ naked folks. But so I pranced around all day, displaying my backside to each adoring onlooker. Subsequently, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I started looking forward to it almost every weekend, as I ‘d made many friends there of all ages, and appreciated being able to just lounge about in the sun. I loved it so much, after several years I gently began telling some of my friends about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. After the same year I brought there my boyfriend at the time (even though he proved to be much more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet friend from Ohio while he seen to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. Over the next few years, I encouraged quite a number of buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having a terrific experience! As it is possible to observe, this lifestyle is something which now I really enjoy sharing with people I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I love running around my very own house naked whenever I get the chance (and at my moms house whenever I return to visit.) I’m now proud to say I am a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I ‘ve my mom and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years back.
That all being said, I believe I ‘ve some sunning to do. It is a quite wonderful day and I’ve a great balcony that is calling to me.


    Armand Quellette

    yes girls very average pics…..next time show some pussy or call me so I can take some extreme photos for you.


    such a shame we didnt see her face until the last minute

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