Attention all nudists! When you go hiking, always bring a compassand a towel!

I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring in 2001 and I made the decision to explore the hills over the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated merely a couple of months before from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late founder, Ed Lange, decided to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had bought 27 acres of mostly undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
The Malibu property was next to what hikers know as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The most popular trail supplies hikers and nature lovers a brilliant method to enjoy the region’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This kind of day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to really go hiking, or so I believed. I had hiked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Ordinarily I’d wear tennis shoes along with a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water as well as a towel (just in case I ran into someone). Today, however, needed to be adventuresome. I needed to without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely naked! No tennis shoes, no towel, no baseball cap, no water bottle. Nothing but the trail and me.
As I had done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I progressed on my hike, I began to see the fog rolling in from the coast. It wasn’t long before I chose to turn around and head back. Perhaps half an hour or so later, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I had was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I realized I had been walking around in circles. I did not understand which way was West (the ocean) and I couldn’t find the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to stress as the temperature regularly drops drastically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
Imagine if I cant find my way back during day? I continued on the trail, now going in a way I just knew was incorrect. After another hour or so, I heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor perhaps. Afterward a house appeared out of the fog. I thought to myself, I got two choices. If I go down the hill to the home, the individuals there may telephone the police. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze. I made the choice to go down the hill toward the home.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a man along with a lady.

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I ceased and I shouted you-who! As the man and woman looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not crazy. My friends allow me to hike naked on their property.
Then I smiled. The girl said that she would get me a towel and walked to the house. The guy just looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the girl came back with a towel and also a tshirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the girl as I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the t-shirt. Then I asked which way was the road. The girl pointed and said, Its that way.
I have frequently wondered what went through the head of that woman. I assume she could have just as easily called the cops as help me. On the flip side, living up in a remote part of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill bet she has seen lots of odd things and met lots of interesting folks that have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I can only suppose what her variation of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day a bare man came down the hill toward their house and asked for a towel and directions. On the flip side, maybe she didn’t think it was unusual in any way. Ill never know.
So if you ever find yourself nude and lost in the mountains, just remain calm, and remember, sometimes a huge smile will cover a lot!

It didn’t happen here; it occurred at the ends of the world.

I met a young man. Yes, I suppose you could say that we had only just begun by then; he hadn’t even started wooing me. And somehow at a specific moment we found ourselves by the beachfront. Not a soul around, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the sky.
Why do not we take a plunge? – he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what a wonderful evening, the water is so war, it would be a sin to miss this chance. We could swim nude! Well why not, I believed. The weather was , warm and all. And though the moon was shining, the shore was badly lit as the moon was not full. I shook off my slippers, afterward removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some space and to the side.
So there we are, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the shore.

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I was leading again, and he was following me. I looked back to see him and though it was nearly pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s reaction’, also it might sound preposterous, but it made me feel happy!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nights several more times.
Then he started trying to get me to proceed to the seashore during day. He’d say that we sorta learnt everything we could about nighttime bathing and now it turned out to be a new challenge for us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because I was actually embarrassed by the thought of undressing in broad day, but I really needed to go. Then I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during by myself to begin with. I found a rugged seashore with tremendous rubbles that I could leap from one to another. And so I began jumping. as soon as I moved so far from the shoreline to be sure no one sane would follow me here I stopped and got naked. Stark naked. I actually don’t understand why, but I was literary shaking then. The sense of being totally naked outdoors was intoxicating, and I strove not to think about the likelihood of somebody else’s coming to where I was.
I had a book with me, so I located a larger and more comfy debris, lay on it and started reading and having some rest in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shoreline, the shoreline was uniting into distance, small yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The feeling was calm and relaxing, and little by little I began to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. It was then that I recalled about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of folks to whom it was indicated to pee inside their pants for a significant amount of money. Regardless the amount was extremely impressive, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same happened to me: I slid off the rubble, squatted and simply couldn’t do it! And I really desired to After all, I really could go a little bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably tenacious. So I put on my pants, then lowered them and allow the conditional reflexes take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at some space. That was when I thought I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in my head with somebody equipped with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I gathered my things and dressed up in no time, and presently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I ventured another couple of sorties that were managed with a lot more calm. In the end I conceded to visit the shore together with the young man. It wasn’t half as frightening as I ‘d imagined it to be, because the shore was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was just once that we happened to meet various other folks there, but I never experienced such strong emotions again.
My friendship together with the young man in question ended up somewhat regrettably, but I suppose that’s an entirely new storyline.

The summer after my 8th grade I went to the Crimea. My mom and me were sunbathing on a beach.

It’d been a while since I learnt to swim by then and I dare say I was jolly good at it. We would see the same spot each day, and I was quite keen on going somewhere else, but for the lack of a better alternative I was swimming alongside the seashore. I would swim quite a space, and once I reached so far that I saw a rock sticking out of water – I practically instantaneously made up my mind about swimming behind it and seeing what was there.
When I finally got there my eyes fell upon quite a sight – several guys and women were sunbathing there totally bare! I’d learned about nudism before and thus I was not quite shocked But as long as I had my bathing suit on I did not dare to come out of water and watch them, and so I was looking at them from where I were. I ‘d my diving eyeglasses on me, so I faked to be diving to see the seascape while in fact I was rather a lot more interested in seeing people who were swimming without their bathing suits and trunks. In point of fact, I’d seen nude guys before, but now underwater nudity was something more exciting. as soon as I got back to the resort the beliefs of the day wouldn’t leave me.
The following stayed in the hotel and I visited the beach accompanied by my friend. I told her about the yesterday’s nude beach, and we raced there for a fresh share of feelings. On our way there we reached the conformity not to take off our bathing suits, but only to see other people loving outdoors naked. Eventually we reached the nude beach and made ourselves comfortable. Our preceding observation was that for the folks around it was a matter of fact thing to walk around bare, both for men and for women. And no one paid the least attention to one another!
My buddy took off the very top of her bathing suit, and I, also, was hungry for new sensations Am I a chicken or not, after all? And it was then that I GOT COMPLETELY NAKED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. I cannot put into words the feeling it carried me. It felt as if I were some kind of a star set upon the scene with all of the eyes looking at me. but that wasn’t practically all!

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I visited the water edge and stepped in,, and it was as though waves were caressing me. I actually don’t know what was that feeling about, but I never got to feel anything of that type while wearing a swimsuit. I managed to relax in water and didn’t feel embarrassed anymore – after all, one couldn’t see much of my body while I was in water
But after a little while, when I’d had enough of swimming, it was time for me to come out of water, and it was then that I saw the shore by now was even more packed than before, and I got that impression that everybody was there lined to see me coming out of water in my arrival costume. So I called up my buddy and asked click to bring over my swimming trunks because I was kind of embarrassed to come out of water as I were. But she only laughed at me!
Having nothing to do, I pretended I was a supermodel prepared to make her look on stage. And with my nose up in the air I made it to the shore absolutely nude in front of all the viewers that were there to see me. Oddly, the audience didn’t break in applause. I looked at the beachers around me, but not one of them seemed to pay no attention to me and just minding their very own business. I even felt a wee little disappointed by that fact Those were my first impressions of getting suntanned evenly. Now I sunbathe only bare, and I am not put off by the presence of individuals in swimsuits. If they are there it only goes to show that they respect me and enjoy it all and are just scared to do it themselves so far.
As for the process of becoming suntanned without swimsuit – I cannot even characterize the feeling of having your body caressed by the gentle breeze, and what’s best – you’ve got no wet cloth clinging to you after you have bathed. The total belief is simply AMAZING. In reality, for them on could brush aside anxieties and humiliation and other prejudices.

My very first time at a nude beach was at Little Beach in Hawaii. I had

gone over and stayed back from the beach getting up enough courage to go over to the beach. Finally decided it was something I had wanted to do, so walked on down, found a spot and took off my swimsuit. The following measure was to get up and go play in the water that I did.

Another time was at a warm springtime and there was another man there sitting in a chair nude. After sitting in for awhile, I got out and enjoyed the sun nude additionally. At first when other people came, I’d put the towel over me, but after watching him, I had the courage to remain uncovered with the the next couple of individuals that came. One couple came and he stripped down to get in the springtime, the lady though changed into a swimsuit with him holding the towel up. She did loosen up some and would let her top straps down. Once the top slide a little to reveal one breast and so she casually pulled it upward again.

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It looked like she wanted to join in, or at least go topless, but simply could never move ahead with it.

My recent brave move was to go out nude in the yard of the condo we were staying at with my wife. She’s not into nudism and so occasionally when we are alone someone and I ‘ve gone nude, she isn’t very approving. But it is early in the year and I was longing to get some naked time in the sun, so simply walked right out and put on the lounge chair. With the seclusion wall at this spot, I was expecting she wouldn’t say anything or be upset. She joined me in her bikini and seemed comfortable with me laying out nude. Later on she took her top off which was a little surprising. Later she eased her bottoms off and joined me nude. Even more surprising was the next day when were going outside to catch some sunshine. She did not even bother to put her bikini on, but only went straight out naked. There were still other times that she still wore her bikini, but encouraging that she was willing to do some nude sunbathing. Looking forward to the summer with her to see how far she is willing to really go.

One last time to associate was when I was at a little resevoir and was putting on a inflatable mat floating on the water. I ‘d on some swimwear that had some clasps, so I released the clasps and enjoyed floating on the mat naked. There were boats going by and some others on the seashore, but it felt so fine. I’ve done this again once I got past the initial first time. Consistently keep them handy in case a ranger comes by.