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Nudist Women
and First Time Nude Experiences
This ongoing area
of The Journal features personal stories by real women about their own
experiences, fears and joys of nudism. If you have one you'd like to
share, send us your story.
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Margaret - Age 41
My husband and I
decided we needed to do something about our marriage. It had lost the
old spark. Maybe not lost, but definitely mislaid, excuse the pun.
We took about six
months to figure out what to do about it. One day on the internet, he
came across an ad proclaiming spiritual health and relationship fixes
through nudity. Well, we’d always been open-minded. I saw it as a bit
of a stretch, but he was willing to give it a go.
We sent away for more
information. We got back pamphlets with pictures of jolly naked people
romping in fields. Perky breasts and non-cellulite buttocks. I had
concerns about fitting in, but quickly decided not all paying
participants could have a complete lack of orange-peel ass.
So we sent off our
registration and payment. Hefty payment, too. These people wanted a lot
to pamper us in nude splendor, enlighten us in nude celebration and let
us run around nude for three days. We wondered about the possibility of
voyeur cameras and basic illegal stuff, but checked the retreat out with
a few consumer resources and found their rating pretty sound. What could
it hurt to try it. Hell, it was three days without kids, if nothing
else. Well… and nudity.
The weekend of our
retreat fast approached. The burning question between us? What does one
pack for such a trip? I hadn’t seen any evidence of clothed activities
in the brochure. Made for light travel anyway. I threw together our
toiletries and a few changes of cloths, casual and crisp, with the
sinking suspicion they’d come home that way.
Arriving near dinner
time, we cruised up to the front gates of the retreat, dually impressed
at the manicured lawns and flowerbeds, and what appeared to be fairly
tight security at the gate. We had to produce the reference number
they’d mailed us. After much searching in my bag and copious grumbles
from my husband, I found the number, the gate opened and we drove into
one of the most intense weekends of our life together. It sits right up
there with our mid-seventies adventures in streaking at Radio City Music
Hall.
Nancy - Age 53
Many times George and
I wondered about a nudist club or resort. We've always been open with
each other. We didn't have children so with only us in the house, nudity
wasn't an issue. We're passionate even in our mid-fifties.
Last month we decided
to try a weekend vacation at one of the bigger tropical resorts. I
figured that I didn't know anyone there, so I'd really let my hair down
and forget about my wide hips, small breasts and assorted wrinkles.
We got there, took a bit to go out to the nude beach, but eventually
did. We had a blast. We met people that were both younger and older than
we are and partied harder than we have in decades. We're still in touch
with one couple who's company we really enjoyed. We plan on a vacation
together early next year.
Going to that nudist
resort is one of the best things that ever happened to us. We've begun
to eat better, get a little more exercise and prepare for our next
nudist get-away.
Copyright - 2002 |
