This will be recent for some and years ago for others, but do you remember how you felt the first time you got naked in front of other people?
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I suppose we were all ‘naked’ in front of other people when we were born, but that is besides the point lol
For me, the first ‘real’ time was when my sister Giuli caught me naked.
I’ve posted this before, but, one day when I was showering, the door opened, nothing unusual. Then my sister spoke. “Diana, are you in here?” She asked. “Yes, just hurry up I’m about to come out soon.” I replied. Again, all my life this was happening, nothing ever happened. And then, instead of her going to the toilet, she yanked bsck the curtain. I quickly got small and covered up with my hands! “What are you doing!” I yelled.
She just stood there smirking. “Now that I’ve seen you naked. You don’t need to wait for me to be done.” She replied laughing before she would go to the toilet. Except, she didn’t go to the bathroom, she just sat on the closed toilet and watched me. “You are going to have to get out at some time, you are going to be late, I won’t.” She stated… eventually, after begging and pleading with no luck, I had to get out naked! I covered my breasts with one hand and vagina with another and side stepped to a towel that I grabbed with my teeth and draped that in front of my body that way before grappling and wrapping. “Thanks for the show.” She said leaving. That was the last time I ever showered with an unlocked door and started many more events.
I was surprised to see people practicing naturism on a recent trip to Fuerteventura. I decided to join them. I felt safe and comfortable with naturists, but the beach was mixed use, so I was less comfortable when clothed tourists or families with children walked by.
When the couple I had copied left the area, I was stranded in the sea, naked, with only bikini clad people in sight.
Julie: how did you resolve that? And would you feel comfortable doing it again if there were either:
– enough other naked people on the beach to be sure you could come out while others were still naked on the beach, or
– a group of friends with you, at least some of which would stay naked on the beach until you came out?
Personally I’d be more worried going into the sea alone than staying on the beach, because
– I’m not a good swimmer and have never been swimming in the sea
– provided the beach was “officially” clothing optional, I’d be more worried about the possibility of somebody taking my clothes than coming out naked. Even the rest were fully clothed, I would only be doing what I was entitled to do on that beach.
I waited a little as I was happy in the sea, then I just brazened it out and walked to my clothes. I got a thrill from it (which feels kind of naughty as naturists are supposed to be pretty matter of fact about being naked?) and that’s pretty much why I’m here.
I was abroad on my own and I don’t speak the language, so no-one said anything to me.
Previously, I haven’t even gone topless in public (and felt guilty about the fact I like to do this in my garden at home) but toplessness was pretty normal, so I challenged myself to walk about half way along the beach topless.
Usually toppled means in a skimpy bikini and removing the top, but I hadn’t brought swimwear, so I felt I was odd for wearing shorts with no top — but I wanted to do the challenge.
Also, I’m plagued with thighs that touch and rub together as I walk. They were getting sore, so I needed the shorts.
It sounds like you’d be more comfortable if everyone was naked. There are plenty of naturist holiday resorts and beaches in the UK, indeed there are some on Fuerteventura.
I’m planning on my first visit to a nude beach in the summer, Morffa Dyffryn near Harlech, I live in Northern England so it’s probably a three hour drive. Always something I’ve wanted to do though so worth it.
Probably the most famous UK beaches are in Brighton at the far eastern end, and Studland in Dorset.
Nearer me, there is also a beach on Anglesey.
That sounds interesting. I hope you get good weather.
I assume we’re not counting childhood and we’re not counting sex partners.
I went skinnydipping with a mixed group of friends when I was maybe 20. It was at night on a camping trip and the water was too cold to stay out long. So it was fun, but very brief and who knows if anyone was looking?
Maybe around the same time I once went to a nude beach with a female friend who I was interested in. She wasn’t interested back. It was complicated. I convinced her to go to the beach with me. She ended up only going topless (claiming time of month), but I went fully nude for a while. It was a nice feeling, but I was more focused on the frustration of knowing that she wasn’t into me.
We used to go orienteering pretty much every weekend, a group of people in a minibus.
One weekend we went to Arnside, we were a group of boys usually, but this time 3 girls tagged along to try it. I’d guess we were all about 15 or 16.
For some reason I’d been given a much later start time than the others. It had been a lovely day to that point, but when I was running there was an absolute cloudburst.
When I got back, everyone had finished and changed, and I was soaked to the skin.
I had no choice but to strip off in front of the girls, who clearly had no intention of going anywhere, and were openly watching.
Once I got over any inhibitions, I found myself secretly enjoying stripping off in front of them, and I definitely took my time drying off and finding my change of clothes.
This duplicates something I’ve posted elsewhere here, but it belongs so I’ll repeat it.
Many years ago, Britain’s first naturist beach opened at Brighton. It was either Good Friday or Easter Monday and was heavily covered in the news. I don’t watch TV and there was no internet back then, so I only heard about it on the radio.
I didn’t think too much about it, until some time the following week I was on my way by car to a business meeting. The meeting finished soon after lunch, so I started driving back home. At a T junction I spotted the sign to London, and another sign showing Brighton in the opposite direction. Remembering the beach, I thought this would be a good time to see what it was like.
In my head, I had the impression of a fairly packed beach, but it hadn’t taken one thing into account: this was now just one week after Easter and fairly chilly and hadn’t yet attracted any crowds. So I arrived to find the beach almost deserted, with just one naked man in the distance. Not wishing to waste the journey, I found a spare (!) spot, undressed, ignored the chill and sat on the pebbles.
For a while only the two of us, widely spaced, were on the beach. Eventually a young couple (1M, 1F) came walking slowly across the beach. When nearby, they noticed me. The female said to the male “Is that legal” and he replied “it is here”.
Having established it was legal, I was hoping that they would join in and perhaps they might have done if it had been warmer. But they carried on right across the beach. After that it felt too chilly to stay any longer so I went home — having been seen by just one naked male and one fully clothed couple.
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Things improved slightly when I got the chance to go there again in May. Another business meeting in the same place that ended equally early. So I went back to see if it was any better. It was, slightly. Still mostly empty, but I did notice four naked females and one naked male paddling in the sea not too far away. I had no cause to go there again, but I imagine it would have been more popular in July and August.