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1st Time Experiences: Young nudist experiences the freedom of nudism for the first time

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Submitted by: A teen nudist

I had my first real nudist experience when I was seventeen and I was changed forever. I'll never forget that first experience as a young nudist. It was both frightening and exilarating and liberating all at the same time, but after I got used to it a bit, it was heaven.

I lived about as far from an ocean beach as you can get, in fact I had never even seen the ocean. The idea of going to a beach really grabbed hold of me.

And then the possibility of that beach being a nude beach crept into my mind. You see, nudism had been calling me for a long time, but I hadn’t yet realized it. But I was a young nudist at heart. I knew that I had this persistent desire to be nude, but I didn’t know why. I’m not talking about just in the shower or in the locker room while changing or situations like that – my desire was to be nude anytime and anyplace where it would be practical and possible – indoors or out.

But this obsession with nudity was confusing - I didn’t know if this was normal or not. I was a little bit afraid it was some sort of sexual or exhibitionist thing that wasn’t good and I didn’t want that. But it didn’t feel like that - it felt free and relaxing and I really enjoyed it when I did it. So how could there be any harm in that? It was that kind of conflict that was going on in my mind.

Thus far, my nude activities had been limited to indoors; however, I had had the urge to be nude outdoors ever since I could remember, even as a young girl, but had never acted on it. I was thinking wouldn’t it be wonderful to be nude out on the beach? I knew that nude beaches existed, but I didn’t know where and I didn’t know of anyone who had ever been. But wouldn’t that be the greatest spring break ever?

But I wasn’t even 18 yet so checking in to hotels and renting cars and those kinds of things probably wouldn’t be possible. But the thought still wouldn’t let go of me.

But then I thought of Emmy, an older girl at work who was a senior in college. She was probably old enough to rent rooms and cars so that would solve that problem. But would she want to go? An even bigger question, would she want to go with me? And what would she think of the idea of going nude outdoors among a bunch of strangers?

Emmy never really initiated a conversation with me, but she was friendly if I spoke to her first. I'd always say hi when I saw her, and she'd say hi back, but not much more. Some of the people at work thought she was stuck-up, but I suspected the reason for her aloofness was because she was basically shy.

Should I ask her? How would I bring up the subject? While we worked together, and occasionally shared superficial conversations, we really didn't know each other very well. How would she react to my suggestion? Would she take it the wrong way?

When I walked into the locker room at work the next day, she was already there, and alone. Perfect. I was feeling the pressure to not let this opportunity get away. I screwed up my courage and began to speak before the moment passed, struggling to say what I wanted to say in just the right way.

"I was just thinking…about what we were talking about the other day. Remember? You were talking about not getting to go anywhere on spring break? Well, I can’t go anywhere on my spring break either – because it’s not long enough – only four days. Plus I’m not really old enough," I said.

I hated to admit that last part – I didn’t want to draw attention to our age difference because I was afraid she might have a problem with it. Then I continued on a little more calmly and slowly as I asked, "What would you think about you and I going somewhere – you know, together - like right after school’s out this summer?"

I paused for a second. Emmy didn’t say anything. So I went on, "Maybe for about a week. Maybe we could go to a beach somewhere. And just sort of hang out." Still no response.

"Or, if you have some ideas, we could think about those." By now I was thinking that it was all over – she was going to say no way. It was an intimidating feeling.

Finally, she spoke. It was in a pondering sort of way. She said, "Uh…I’ll think about it." Then she added more urgently, "Listen, I’ve gotta get out to the pool. I’ll think about it." With that, she turned and walked out the door.

I didn’t know what to think. She didn’t say no, but she didn’t sound positive either. I decided to just wait and see what happened. It was up to her – I wasn’t going to bring it up again. I felt too intimidated. I changed and went out the other door to the gym for my morning workout before suiting up.

After a little weight work and an hour on the treadmill, I was back in the locker room taking a shower. Just as I had shut off the water, I heard, "Oh, there you are." It was Emmy.

She continued, "I’ve only got a minute – I need to get back on duty, but listen, I like your trip idea. Where were you thinking about going?"

I was stunned and just stood there dripping for a second before I stammered, "Uh…I hadn’t really gotten that far into it yet. Maybe the Caribbean? I don’t know - what do you think?"

"I definitely like the beach idea," she said. "I’m graduating this spring and I’d really like to do something special to celebrate. I've never been to the Caribbean. It sounds exciting."

I’m graduating, too, from high school. I'd like to do something memorable to celebrate that."

"OK," Emmy said in a take-charge kind of voice. "Then let’s do this. Let’s get a better idea of where we want to go and when and how we think we’re going to get there. We need to get an idea of what it’s going to cost, too. Then we’ll compare notes and make some plans."

Wow! She said yes! I couldn’t believe it. Her whole attitude toward me had suddenly changed. She had said more to me just then than she had in the whole time that we had been working together. I finished drying off, got dressed and hurried home to start planning.

I was excited, to say the least, although I was trying not to get my hopes up too much. There were a lot of things to work out and I knew that there were any number of things that could go wrong and keep us from going.

Over the next several days I began searching the library and the Internet for information on the kinds of places we might want to go. I was looking for places that had nice beaches, but I was particularly looking for places that also had a nude beach somewhere nearby. I didn’t know how I would approach Emmy with that idea, but I was going to proceed in that direction and see how far I got.

I would discuss it with her eventually once I had my act together and if it turned out she was dead-set against it, then I would back down and we would do things her way. But I was really hoping that I could convince her to go along with it.

After quite a bit of time searching and reading, it looked like this one particular island in the Caribbean might be our best choice. There appeared to be many beaches - a couple of them were nude beaches - and it looked like there were lots of places to stay. I talked to a travel agent about what I was thinking (left out the nude beach part) and she said it was a good, safe destination and would be a lot of fun for two girls like Emmy and I. She also gave me some idea of costs, so now I was ready to get back with Emmy.

Emmy and I sat down one evening at a table in the snack bar area at the community center. I told her everything that I had learned and she liked what she heard. We looked at our calendars and figured out the dates. Then we went back to the travel agent and finalized our reservations. That was it – we were going!

It was going to be hard to wait the two and a half months until we left, but I knew it might take me that long to ease Emmy into the nude beach idea. It might take me that long to work up the nerve to even bring it up with her.

Over the next month, we would talk about the trip whenever we saw each other. We talked about what we were going to do and what we were going to pack, but I still hadn’t gotten up the nerve to discuss the nude beach. There really wasn’t a good reason not to discuss it. The aloofness that she had showed before was totally gone now. We were becoming very good friends, but I was still waiting for the right time.

Then one day after I finished work we were in the locker room talking. Emmy said with some amazement in her voice, "I’ve read that some of the beaches there are topless. Can you believe that?"

I replied trying to sound as innocent as I could, "They are? Well, we might have to try that."

Emmy replied doubtfully, "I don’t know if I could do that. Could you?"

I answered trying not to sound too bold, "Well, yeah, I think I could do it." That would have been the perfect time to have the nude beach discussion, but I chickened out again and didn’t pursue it.

Then another time Emmy told me that she had finally found a bikini for the trip that she liked and was describing it to me. I said, "Cool. It won’t be long now before we’ll be down there wearing them."

Emmy replied jokingly, "Or in your case, just part of it."

"What’s up with that?" I said. "We’ll never know if we don’t try it."

"We’ll see," she said still doubtful.

I was now feeling that it was time to do or die. I was running out of time and I needed to have the nude beach discussion. Her doubts about going topless didn’t give me much confidence to discuss going nude, but like I said, I was running out of time. I took a deep breath and said carefully and sort of matter-of-factly, "You know, Emmy, I’ve read that a couple of the beaches there are nude beaches."

"Yeah, I read that, too," she said without any surprise in her voice, "and I was wondering when you were going to bring that up."

She caught me off guard with that response. Struggling to reply and trying to sound innocent, I said, "I just thought you’d want to know so you wouldn’t be surprised."

"Yeah, right," she said with a smirky little smile.

I couldn’t tell for sure what she was thinking. I knew she wasn’t mad, but I couldn’t tell if she was flat out opposed to the idea or if she was just enjoying the fact that she had uncovered what she thought was my little scheme. I replied, "I wasn’t saying we should go there. I was just telling you about it."

"I can almost imagine going topless," she said, "but bottomless? No way! Not me!"

Still testing the waters and still trying to sound innocent, I replied, "Oh, I don’t know, I think I could do it. It might be kind of fun."

"Oh, yeah?" she said in a challenging kind of way. "You’d better watch it, girl ‘cause I might just take you to one of those nude beaches. Then we’ll see if you’ve really got the guts to go through with it."

And I was thinking, ‘YES!’ At least she was joking around about it and hadn’t flat out said no. I knew we needed to discuss it more, but I didn’t go any further with it that day.

Finally one day I confessed that I had intentionally searched for a destination that had a nude beach nearby. I told Emmy about how I had had the urge to be nude outdoors ever since I was a young girl and that the chance to be nude outdoors on the beach was just too irresistible.

She said that she had never felt anything like that and that she didn’t think she could ever go "naked" like that. But she said that we could try the nude beach as long as it appeared to be safe and as long as she didn’t have to go "naked" herself. I agreed.

On the morning of our first full day there, we decided on a beach, hopped in our car and went. It was one of the nude beaches - we both knew that. Emmy was openly nervous about going there. I was nervous too, but trying not to let it show. After all, this is what I’ve been wanting for so long and I’m going to go through with it no matter how scared I am. I am going to become a young nudist today.

We got there and parked the car. We grabbed our backpacks out of the back and walked down a path through the trees to the beach, talking nervously along the way. When we came out of the trees and into the sunshine, there before us was white sand and the turquoise ocean under brilliant sunshine. It was so beautiful – just like the pictures.

It was mid-morning, but a number of other people were already there. They were lying on the beach, walking along the beach, swimming in the ocean. There were men and women, children, young nudists, all ages, all sizes - and all nude! "No doubt about it," I thought to myself, "at long last I’m finally here!"

As we’re standing there, a man comes up and offers to rent us chairs and an umbrella. We accept and pay him and he points us over to two chairs and an umbrella that is already set up. We take off our sandals and start walking across the sand in that direction through the other people already there. Emmy is walking beside and slightly behind me looking down to avoid the possibility of eye contact with anyone. As we walk along she says softly and nervously to me, "This is weird. This is so weird. Don’t these people know they’re naked?"

I laughed nervously and said, "It’s OK. It’s OK. I’m sure they know. Come on. It’ll be OK." And I’m thinking, don’t freak out on me now!

When we got to our chairs and umbrella we put down our backpacks and our sandals. We looked around checking out the surroundings and trying to act cool and experienced and nonchalant, but I doubt if we were fooling any of the mostly couples around us. We weren’t saying anything – I guess we were literally speechless.

We were both wearing tee-shirts and shorts over our bikinis, so after a minute or two I pulled my tee-shirt off over my head, then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and slipped out of them. Emmy slowly did the same – all the while looking around to see if anyone was watching. They weren’t.

As I thought about what I had to do next, a serious wave of fear swept over me and I could sense that Emmy was almost paralyzed. But I had learned that the best way for me to deal with fear was to take action and keep moving. I was here for a reason –to find out what it would be like to be nude on the beach! Time to act – with or without Emmy.

I reached behind my back and untied my top and pulled it off over my head all in a split second. When Emmy turned back around, I was hanging my top from one of the ribs of the umbrella. "I’ve always wanted to do that," I said to Emmy as she looked at me with her mouth open in disbelief.

"OK," she said slowly and still nervously, "Guess it’s my turn." She was looking around to see if anyone was looking as she slowly reached back to untie her top and said mostly to herself, "I can’t believe I’m doing this."

While Emmy was in slow motion, I had to keep moving and I was in fast motion. I slipped my hands under the sides of my bikini bottoms, slid them down, stepped out, and dropped them on the chair - all in one movement. There! I did it! I was nude – outdoors - on the beach – in the sun and the wind - a dream now realized!

By the time Emmy looked back around and saw me, I was standing there exactly like I was before – except I was nude. She just froze with her top in her hand and an even more astonished look on her face...

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