Accidentally On Purpose
WHAT GOES ON IN THE MINDS OF NUDISTS
The first time I did it I was a late blooming teen in my backyard. It was summer break and mom and dad were at work. I decided to sunbath in the background, got on my suit, grabbed some of my mom's magazines and headed out to the lawn chair. Our yard was "loosely" fenced, meaning there were lots of gaps and it wasn't that high.
Soon I heard some boys snickering as they walked by outside the fence. Then I could hear the retired neighbor next door out fussing with his lawn. I was reading a racy article in Cosmo about exhibitionism, and how a woman would "accidentally" let herself be exposed, say a nipple slip or similar. It made me a little excited to imagine it. I loosened my top and let one side fall off my breast, kind of pretending I hadn't noticed and just kept reading.
Soon the sounds the neighbor was making stopped and I felt like I was being stared at. This excited me even more, so I took the top off completely and just kept reading. I heard the neighborhood boys were back, but were quiet this time. I just kept staring at the magazine and pulled down my bottoms. Now I was completely naked. I could feel the eyes on me and it felt wonderful, like I was a real woman with amazing seduction powers... Accidentally On Purpose/ShanaB
Nudist Hiking - Leaving The Wardrobe Behind
My husband and I were hiking one day in a national forest and, on a lark (or a dare, I'm not sure), he said, let's strip naked. There was no one around so I thought, why not? We both stripped, carrying our clothes.
We hiked a mile or so more and didn't see anyone, and I could tell my husband's excitement was "growing," so we spread out the clothes for a bed and made love. It was terrific. Later, my husband referred to it as "Jungle Love," and that it was the best he'd ever experienced with me.
Obviously, we made "nudist" hiking a habit, and progressed to the point where we left our clothes in the car, and set out knowing if we came across anyone else we'd have to do some quick thinking, or ducking. That's when it got really interesting... Julie's & Paul's Nudist Adventures
Okay So I Dig It, So What?
It was our first visit ever to a resort that allowed nudity (meaning it was optional). I didn't know if I'd be brave enough to strip around strangers but, and this is important, because my husband didn't push it, I started to get curious all by myself, and to the point that I asked him if he'd mind if I took my top off. He did everything in his power to squelch his excitement over the prospect, and gave me a ho-hum, sure, go ahead.
Within half an hour we were both naked as jaybirds standing at the beachside bar among a few dozen strangers who were also nude. It felt natural, but also very exciting. I'm not a flirt, but suddenly there I was talking it up with our bar mates, my breast's bobbling and bottom shaking to the Caribbean rhythms pouring over the shack. I'd never seen so many loose penises in my life, a few of which seemed in danger of full erection. Needless to say, it was weird, but also greatly intoxicating, along with the rum.
The next day on the beach my husband said, "Honey, why don't you walk around some, alone. I want to watch you." I nearly wanted to thank him for that. I was hooked with this nudist thing, with being on display... SueQ My Nudist Life