My first time with any kind of “actual” nudity was hanging out at my

grandparents’ house wearing just a towel on a weekend when the sole clothes we brought along were being washed. My brother and I were goofing around and sitting on the front stairs of their fairly large house (a Ohio farmhouse with many additions over an equivalent number of years), and I certainly recall discovering how “cool” it felt when the breeze blew under my towel.
Hmmm, what is this strange and wonderful sense? Years afterwards I recall going back to my room to change into pajamas and instead returning to the living room wrapped only in a soft comforter.

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My parents were both still awake and I joined them by returning to sitting in a rocking chair we’d at the time. I felt as “sneaky” as could be and as if I was getting away with nude beach photo by being nude underneath the comforter.
All these early encounters led up to a want to being MORE nude, more often in more ways; ways I ‘d just barely begun to envision. So, in my middle teens I ordered some trade paperbacks on nudism from a wholesale book publisher and these actually and truly expanded my comprehension of the potentials for going nude socially!!! Before fuck in the beach tried it I had this idea that I would “love” it more than anything else I ‘d done in life, and that this new found preconception would carry me past any type of reservations or nervousness I might have about undressing.
The smiling individuals of all ages in my novels appeared so genuine and joyful that I actually wondered what I had been missing out on for years! My entire life up to then judging by the ages of the youngest kids in these pictures, and I felt like this was a part of life being actively “concealed” from me! I do not believe a short skinny dip with my brother and a friend really counted, although it was fun and we also did some nude experimentation in sleeping over at the friend’s house on weekends; nothing more than curious exploration of possibilities for NOT wearing clothing.
White Tail Park (subsequently, “Resort” now) was my first organized societal launch and it could not have been a better time! This was in the late 1980’s, Springtime and on a well attended weekend with RVs, campers, day visitors and permanent residents all present. It was an experience equalling my readings, imagination and expectations and so I was blessed for such a great intro.


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