My partner and I visited a club for the first time. In fact

, it was our very first time at any nudist facility.
Our previous experience had only been with a few select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and generally included that guts builder, alcohol. Now here we were sober, with complete strangers, and about to get nude. And we thought Fridays were casual, hah. Our membership guides went out of their approach to calm our fears, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we have changed clothing in a parking lot before, we can honestly say its the very first time we ever took it all off. My God. Outside in the open. Where we could be seen. Are we crazy?
Our guides gave us the tour and clarified rules, etc. (Darn, everybody is nude.) In addition they gave us a history of the club and introduced us to some of the members. (Darn, we’re nude too.) By time we made it to the seashore, we were starting to relax. Well not completely, after all we don’t have any clothing on in front of all of these individuals.
After lying in the sun for awhile and slowly starting to grow accustomed, we chose to take a walk round the area with most of the trailers. Whoa, that’s one we wouldn’t have believed we’d do. There are a few very creative folks. A number of the trailers and cottages were extremely nice. But the people were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing automobiles without a stitch of clothes. We’re bordering on .
Getting back to the beach, we decided to shower. Between nerves and our hike, we had worked up quite a sweat. The brain has now gone dead. It can not take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, Mother Nature decided to send some thunder boomies in. After all, there is no clothes to get wet. But we soon discovered that it’s cold, and whether or not it rains hard enough can hurt. Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. It was becoming close to the membership societal hour anyway. While waiting, we spoke to a quite nice elderly woman. We could not help but reminded by that old Allen Funt film “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the mind is already dead, it didn’t register that we were discussing to an individual who could very well be our grandma and she is nude.
It was at the social hour that the final barriers were broke. Outside we could maintain our space along with the invisible obstacle, but here we were in exceptionally close proximity to naked men, women, and kids.
Everyone was getting prepared for the luau, but unfortunately we needed to leave and get back home to our daughter. After smelling the pig roasting all day long, it was a disappointment not to be able to remain.
Seriously, after the initial anxieties wore off, which actually did not take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All the members were quite friendly and could not wait to brag about their club. The majority of our dread was more on what to anticipate compared to the nudity aspect although body acceptance is perhaps the most difficult part of a social nude surroundings. I did miss my pockets.
Then it was back to the car and what the hell?? We got to put clothes on. That sucks.

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