We Never Lose Our Fascination For Naked Girls
THE FACT IS, WE'RE NOT MEANT TO. IT'S NATURE'S WAY.
The feature portfolios of Getting Naked With Girls prompted a lot of memories from members, and opened a lot of "shoeboxes" and under-the-mattress stuffed envelopes, from both men and some women. Reconnecting with their early adventures with nudity and the opposite
sex seemed much more vivid when shared. The lucky among us kept, through marriage (or marriages), these photographic memories of our youthful adventures with girls. It's spawned continuing features (Girlfriend Nudity, Summer Nudity With Girls, etc.) that continue to highlight the genesis (apt word) of our climb into all things erotic. Therefore, forgive the redundancies you may witness looking through these pages.
We Never Forget Our First Time Naked With A Girl
NOR THE SECOND, THIRD OR FORTH, FOR THAT MATTER
Our "first times" (being naked with a girl, or just seeing a breast that wasn't related to us) weren't always with girlfriends so much as those Tomboys we grew-up with through grammar school and junior high. We "blossomed" together, so to speak, becoming an ever increasing mystery to ourselves and to each other. We didn't even necessarily understand why the notion of getting naked was so exciting (in some cases sex-ed hadn't quite come into the mainstream).
As we got older our adventures became bolder. Out in broad daylight in fields, or in our backyard pools while mom and dad watched Carol Burnett inside. Off came the jeans and tops and underwear and then, as stated before, the swift examinations, the taking it all in. One girl I knew had never seen a penis, not even on babies. She was fascinated and horrified with my own. It took a while before we gained the courage to touch and feel, each foray like a lighting strike to regions heretofore unknown to us. The following engorgements and flushes confirmed something was afoot. Naked Girls: Growing Up
Our Most Sensual Memories
One submitter said, despite the several marriages and serious relationships that followed her naked Tomboy adventures with boys, it was those early experiences that counted most in her "sensual memories bank." For some, these memories are not that old and the photography digital rather than film or polaroid. For some, it rekindled the urge to Facebook (what happened to that girl in Eighth Grade who showed me her breasts?) It can be treacherous, but also rewarding. Young Girlfriends & Nudity
Precocious Girls Knew Everything
We men as boys didn't always know what was going on with this nudity thing. We knew we must see girls naked, often before we knew what to do with them, carnally speaking. We knew the prospect excited us, just as we knew the Sears catalog section on girls underwear excited us. Then there came along the girl, often from circumstances different than our own, who seemed to know everything. She was instructive, even compliant. She knew the ropes, and she seemed to thrill letting us in on the big secret.
As we grew and our maturations neared their full adult strength, the playing field seemed more equitable. We could plan ahead, direct things - drive. Our amorous adventures gained more range, and our ambitions grew. We'd discovered this thing, this idea of being naked with girls and women and being equals, freely able to exploit our desires.
Every mission in life, or so it seemed, had in mind the goal to be naked with a woman. A picnic was just a side course to the main event, lying naked in an open field with a naked woman next to you. The hike in the woods on a warm day
was an opportunity to strip our clothes off and engage some primordial worship of nature and each other. Nature seemed complicit in this scheme, a natural aphrodisiac destined to make us stand naked in its presence. It willed us to get naked. Related: Pure Nudism Life
Ulterior Motives: So Many Ways To Get Naked
From my own shoebox I excavated a few memories of my own. In high school we lived on a lake with row boat rentals, and I discovered early on the magical properties of water to induce impromptu nudity. I introduced several girlfriends to this property of water. I'm very tempted to write their real names (why?) but won't. It feels like yesterday that I was encouraging her to take her top off, she challenging me to remove my bottoms, and both of us, with mock protest, readily complying. The photos I took of her on my little Kodak camera have stayed with me forty years, through two marriages of my own.
Okay, I'll give one first name. Patti L. We still email occasionally. So far our adventures from back then haven't come up, but I'd like her to know what they meant to me. Getting naked with her when I barely needed to shave was a gift from the Gods. When I'm in need of inspiration, it's Patti I go to. Someday I'll thank her for that. Sun Galleries: Getting Naked