A Model Nudist, Part One

I grew up in an extremely humble dwelling. Full nudity was confined to the bathroom and only consisted of shower or bath time. I don’t remember ever seeing anyone else in the house nude. Perhaps that’s why nudity fascinated me as a teen (beyond the ordinary curiosity about sex, etc.).

Somewhere around seventh grade, I began reading fantasy novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Conan publications by Robert E. Howard. The covers of these paperbacks featured fantastic paintings by Frank Frazetta or Boris Vallejo. Many of them included nudity by members of both genders. The nudity was not of a sexual nature; the characters in the paintings were involved in other endeavors. Lots of them involved fight, where I figured nudity was undoubtedly not advantageous.

The narratives in the novels featured scenes of casual nudity quite often, particularly the Martian books of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Both John Carter (from Earth) and the Martian characters thought nothing of running around in the altogether. Actually, the John Carter character’s system of transportation to Mars constantly demanded him waking up nude somewhere on earth. My youthful head wondered what such a place would be like, where one could be free to be oneself and not be embarrassed.

I had just learned of “nudist colonies” as if they were a distant happening (the film “A Shot in the Dark” being the most famous reference). In high school, I heard rumors that there was a nudist camp somewhere in our county, but in the days before the Net, a teenager like me had no clue where to go to learn more.

I eventually graduated high school and went off to college. While I was there, I met a young lady who was an art major. She mentioned in passing that she drew nude models in her figure drawing course. The concept of modeling for this type of category was both terrifying and exciting at the same time. I ventured over to the art building and saw a sheet on a bulletin board advertising for models. They were paying five dollars, which, at the time, was better than any other job I could get. I went to the Tuesday evening open figure drawing session and made an attempt to lure the female model there. My drawings were horrendous, but I was not overly interested in drawing. I wanted to watch a session and see how the model acted, was treated, etc. It took me awhile to assemble the courage to register as a model myself, but I finally did.

I got a call from the coordinator of such open session. His model had canceled for that night, and he needed someone to cover. I taken somewhat reluctantly. Once I hung up the phone, I recognized that the class began in under an hour. I took a long walk around campus before going into the studio. There were just two girls who had shown up to draw that night. It was election night, and I’m sure plenty of people stayed home to see the returns.

I didn’t even have a robe, but the female model I ‘d discovered had not had one either. I simply stripped down beside the modeling platform. I got down to my knickers, took a deep breath, and eased them away. There I was. The two ladies didn’t run screaming that there was a nude guy in the room. I took my poses and got more comfortable as the evening went on.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas
Surprised the Supervisor

My wife and I were interested in trying out the nudist experience. While in Ohio, on holiday, we chose to visit Paradise Gardens (outside Cincinnati). When we drove up the road, passed through the gates and found a parking place, we couldn’t see the office, merely a sign pointing to where it was. Getting out of the car, we shucked our clothes, grabbed a towel and went searching for the office.

When we explained to the supervisor that we were neophytes, she exclaimed, “This is your first time and you’re already nude!”

Yes, we were, and we certainly enjoyed our say in the gardens.

OY VEY! view was raised by a Jewish mother who taught me that showing skin was the worst thing on earth. She also instilled in me that my body was definitely not amazing or perfect. I heard it all of the time. Cover up. I even had to wear shoes in the home when visitors came, because my toes were “odd looking” in her eyes.

At 25, my then boyfriend told me about a nude beach he was going to every weekend. (Pirates Cove in Malibu). He desired me to go with him. I believed he was insane. I resisted at first, but then he finally talked me into it. He assured we would leave if I couldn’t manage it.

I climbed the rocks with trepidation. We got onto the seashore, I threw my stuff on the sand, looked around and went WOW! It took me maybe 20 seconds to take my clothing off. That whole summer was like the summer which I fell in love with myself and my body for the first time ever.

At the end of the summertime, we broke up; and I never went to another nude beach or resort until I was 42. I missed it. I felt like something was missing. No one would go with me. Eventually, at 42, some buddies admitted to me that they were nudists; and that they belong to Glen Eden. My reaction was pure excitement.

I begged them to take me. We ordered it for the following weekend. I was so excited that I made myself ill. Nothing was going to prevent me. I went anyhow, and that was the day I rediscovered myself-the day I became extremely living and whole again. That was 1993. Today, I live in a nudist resort in Land O’ Lakes, Florida; and I’m so fortunate in order to live here. As a single gal, I feel safe.

Land O’ Lakes, Florida
We Never Looked Back

We were curious, nervous and scared, all at the same time. We researched various options and chose “The Terra Cotta Inn” at Palm Springs for our first time trip. Once we walked in, it was obvious this was not going to be our ordinary holiday. We were shown around the grounds by Mary Clare and then went to our room to get unpacked.

After a few minutes, we ventured out and my wife was confident she would leave the bottom half of her swim suit on. After less than 5 minutes, she saw that she was the sole man with anything on and immediately took them away.

On that first trip, we met fantastic people that have become life long friends and can’t picture life without nude recreation.

When you have thought of trying it, stop thinking and begin planning. You will not regret it.

This Altered My Life

One day when my parents were not home I was in my robe alone in the house. milf beach would get two weeks home alone and it was summer so when they left I went outside and let the robe drop to the ground. I realized the cool summer breeze and the way that it felt so good so I got into the hot tub. Amazing!

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For the rest of that summer I didn’t put on clothing. My parents were frightened initially but they recognized this was what made me joyful.

Doylestown, Pennsylvania

4 thoughts on “A Model Nudist, Part One

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