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Well, Saturday night was my first nude
swim social.
The drive up was kind of tough- the entire state of NJ is under construction, or
so it seemed. There were so many times that I almost turned around came home
because I was really scared. So I promised myself that if I went to the event
and was nude I could have an ice cream sundae as a reward.
I finally arrived at the swim and nerves set in. But I triumphed and walked in
the door. The people at the desk were really nice. I told them it was my first
time and they were really warm and helpful. They pointed me towards the locker
rooms and off I went. A kind young man was behind me as I walked in and we got
to talking. Seeing the men’s room door I told him that his locker room was
there. A man passing by noted "This is a nudist event- the locker rooms are
co-ed." So the guy went into the women’s locker room with me. There were lots of
other men there but I didn’t see any women. Go figure.
The moment of truth had arrived: time to take off my clothes. The guy near me,
named Devon, started disrobing like it was the most natural thing in the world.
So, with heart beating loudly enough that you probably all heard it, I did
likewise. It was so weird to be taking off my clothes in front of a guy! I mean,
this guy that I had never met was seeing my underwear! But, I did it!
Well, I was nude. And nervous. But I had to keep going. Devon and I went to the
pool together and I hopped in. Now THAT was an experience. I was overwhelmed
with some kind of body feeling but I wasn’t sure what in the world it was or
even if it was good or bad. I just knew it was incredibly POWERFUL. I can tell
you now- after talking with a nudist friend- that it was called sensuality and
that it was a very good thing!
From the pool we hit the hot tub, had some pizza, and talked to some people. I
met a few men who were really WEIRD, but I also met 2 young couples who were
incredibly nice. During the evening I also got to play some volleyball, which is
VERY fun for me though I’m not too good at it.
There was so much that I didn’t expect. First off, I never did forget- even for
a minute- that I was nude. Maybe this is just because of my life experiences.
Also, I was surprised to see so few women there. I mean, I know that there are
more male nudists than female, but I was still surprised about the ratio (seemed
to be around 10:1 male to female.) This kind of made me uncomfortable. In my
’research’ before going I did look at nude pictures of women, just to know what
women were supposed to look like and to see if I looked ’right.’ But I never
thought to look for male pictures, so I didn’t really know what men look like
without clothes. That, in and of itself, was an experience. Even had I known
what men look like, I think the ratio would have scared me a bit just because of
who I am and my experiences with men in the past. Not that I’m saying that there
should be mandatory gender-balancing at nudist functions, I’m just saying how I
felt, ok?
The one big positive of the event was a body-image thing. While there and even
now I really feel confident in my body- my body is normal and ok. It helped that
I’ve lost 17 pounds since August 1, but seeing other nude women helped me to see
that my body is actually decent and normal. This was a HUGE breakthrough for me.
And I don’t know that there is any other way that I could have come to this
realization.
I had a rough ride home- very tearful and I couldn’t understand why. I still
don’t know what’s wrong. It’s been a hard couple of days for me... there are a
lot of feelings going on related to the swim and I can’t identify or describe
them. I’m hopeful that I’ll be ok again soon.
So... will I go back? I don't know. I never did get to the point of feeling
comfortable, but I the sensations of the pool while nude are pretty powerful and
invite me back. Maybe there is a club or something that has fewer people so that
I can actually get to know people. I didn’t really get to socialize with a lot
of people- many people weren’t interested in talking and I was so nervous that
my social skills were lacking. But maybe in an atmosphere with fewer people
things would be different.
Well, thanks for reading this really LONG post. I just wanted to let you all
know how it went.
Melissa
My clothes have low self-esteem... they know they're not wanted.