First official nudist experience was Halloween week, 2005, my age 55, spouse 51. Place Hedo-III, Runaway Bay, Jamaica. It was in celebration of our 25th Anniversary, it also as we like to say now our long over due Honeymoon.
That's our first time at a resort and also our first intro into social nudity. After our initial surprise we decided that we were going to give our holiday there an honest shot. So very glad we did. By the time our holiday ended I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt I wanted to spend as much time as I could for the rest of my life NAKED, and make as many friends as I could to be naked with, never looking back since.
My spouse on the other hand, not as much. From then to the present she has enjoyed the social aspects of nudity, yet does not see nudism as a lifestyle. She however has always supported my desire to live sans textile. I only dress when required to go to town and take care of textile duties, or when company and our children are visiting, the kids are very textile.
Hedo being an all inclusive resort was not only our first experience at social nudity, it was also an initiation into the world of swinging. At first seeing and hearing others being free about sexuality was surprising but did not appear shocking. We did make the most of our experience there, we were very monogamous the entire time though we did get very frisky (if that term is appropriate), with each other both in and around the hot tub, and pool. If approached by others when we were having our fun with each other and we politely refused we were left to our own devices, and did meet some very great people there that were respectful and friendly. It was I feel the best intro we could have had into the nude lifestyle as it did show us how to appreciate the environment you are in while socialising at family oriented and the freedom the adult venues offer as well, each have a place in the nude lifestyle.
I was 25 years old when I made my very first official visit to an established nudist landed club in July of 1991. It was at the now-closed Silver Valley Sun Club which was located om Newberry Springs,C.A., which is approximately 26 miles east of the desert city of Barstow in the Mojave Desert. It was a club which thankfully accepted single males, which is what I was at the time and still am today! Anyway, it was quite an experience being I had never been to an official nudist club. At first, I was a bit uncomfortable in disrobing being I was around a bunch of strangers. But after about like ten or fifteen minutes, I practically jumped out of those clothes and blended in with everybody else! And that was a very sensational feeling, I will add! I thought to myself; "what was I afraid of?" Also, everybody there was comfortable with me being there including the children. I guess I can say I wasn't quite sure how their parents and the children themselves were going to take to me being I came there alone. I think that was the main thing that kind of bothered me a little. I mean I had no girlfriend or wife to accompany me there or any other companions. A lot of clubs and resorts have quotas on how many singles they will accept, males or females. But as you know, they really tend to crack down on the number of single males for obvious reasons that we all know. Once I began to converse with people, I found out that they were just as normal as I was and also had just about the same things in common with one another. It was a bit of a smaller club, which made it more intimate and personal unlike the larger ones which can tend to make singles feel a bit alienated and have a more colder feeling. I was almost in tears when it was time for me to leave. They were even begging to stay longer, but I had very important obligations that day that I had to fulfill. I was still living at home with my parents, who were very strict and devout Christians, so I dared not tell them I went to visit a nudist club when I got home! We lived in a town named Rialto, so it was like a 90-minute drive there and back. Anyway, that was my first official nudist experience!
I always had an inkling that I was a nudie from a younger age, though I didn't really consider myself a nudist or really fully understand the idea of being a nudist the way an adult might (the practice of and cultural context). It just always felt freeing.
As I got older I really wanted to try it but I didn't have my first experience until I was 27-ish and traveling in Germany and then the Balkans. It started in spa culture and then naturist camping. I've never looked back and never will.
I wish we lived in a world where a) everyone was mature enough to try it and not sexualize the experience, and b) actually try it. Perhaps before my end we will see that (probably overly optimistic, lol).
Our first real nudist experience was April, 1998. We were in our late 30's when we visited Navarre Beach near Pensacola, FL. Being nude on a beach just seemed like something we would enjoy, and boy, were we right!!! The first afternoon there was a Friday and maybe 2 dozen people were enjoying this huge, beautiful beach. We met several of them and had such a good time that we went back the next day. This time there were maybe 75 or more there just doing regular beach stuff....only naked. In the next couple of years, we made at least 3 subsequent visits to Navarre and began going to nudist resorts regularly. (Note: Navarre was always an "unofficial" nude beach, but law enforcement tended to leave nude sunbathers alone. From what I understand, this isn't the case today and you can be arrested if caught without some sort of clothing)
I was 26, on a vacation with a couple buddies to Vancouver. I had read about Wreck Beach online somewhere and suggested that we check it out. One guy was opposed to even entertaining the idea, and treked out by himself for the afternoon. Meanwhile my other buddy and I found the beach and stripped down to take a nap. We had some good stories from the people watching that we still joke about. The northern summer breeze and large grained sand were so relaxing.
Maybe you might say when i grow up for my first nine years in a house with no indoor plumbing. I remember taking baths outside in an old wash tub with my four sisters. Then inthe 70's we had water shortages so when we moved into a home with a bathroom i still had to share a bath with my little sister. Until we started being teenagers.