I am unsure how to decide one experience as my first,

since I have had nudist encounter over my life that didn’t really look like nudist encounters.
At about 8, my father, uncle and myself spent a weekend at a “fishing hole’ – no cottage, however a mobile home out in the woods. On the second day of heat and zero fish capturing, we went for a swim to my surprise, in the nude. It was amazing, it was exhilarating and it made my dad and uncle look so ‘wild and amazing’. That happened a couple of times over a couple of years.
My dad passed away when I was 12. My uncle/aunt weren’t nudists, nor even clothes optional – only relaxed.

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Many times we would wander in the house still nude, which after all my experiences outside, appeared newly exhilarating.
My mom and I moved to a house in a crowded suburb two years after, but it had a privacy fence and fine small in-ground pool. I’d get home from school about two hours before she came home from work. Naturally, I skinny dipped always, and once fall and winter arrived, would go naked a few hours every day in. The subsequent summer when we opened the pool, I was always permitted to get friends over, and two of my closest friends (man) started skinny dipping. There was always an additional sense of freedom when going nude with others.
I eventually started to boldly swim in the early morning, to start the day the best possible means, knowing my mother was still in the home. It was not so much that I was being more bold, more that I was only more comfortable, and needed not to be ‘stealing’ about in the nude. Initially, I was naturally nervous, but she never made a big issue of it, asking me that first time had I outgrown my swimming trunks as I ‘d come in wrapped just in a towel. I simply thought ‘what the heck’ and went out with my towel and jumped in. It turned out to be a nonevent, because once I left the pool and sat across from her, we started talking about my dad, and her telling me how he adored going naked. It may have been the first, really genuine conversation about my dad we had since he died.
The next morning, I stopped at the kitchen and asked if she wanted to join me for a swim. She said http://nudismhot.com would be out afterwards and she did. After what was bluntly lots of nervous energy diving and swimming in the pool, everything was simply tranquil and completely open. We spent about four hours talking about my dad, our family, friends, then movies, music and things I would never think to just ‘chat’ about with my mom. nudism pictures was sort of an overcast day, along with a drizzle put an end to the time that had flew by to our astonishment. I said I hated we needed to go in, and she just picked up my towel with her stuff and went inside. We spent the remaining part of the day inside in a new routine of liberation.
Once I got my driver’s license, and her work became more demanding, we seldom spent time together, and even when we did, it was unfortunately inconvenient to relax in the nude it seemed, so it sort of just stopped other than infrequent times or early in the morning routine.
So, there are three instants in time for me, and I really don’t even consider them my first encounter. That would be at college, my fourth weekend in school, but that is another story and I’ve all ready defined the idea of ‘long winded’.

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