My wife and I seen a club for the first time. Actually

, it was our first time at any nudist facility.
Our previous experience had just been with a couple select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and typically involved that courage builder, alcohol. Now here we were sober, with complete strangers, and going to get nude. We were abruptly introduced to social nudism when we walked into the office. And we thought Fridays were informal, hah. Our membership guides went out of their way to ease our fears, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we have changed clothing in a parking lot before, we can honestly say its the very first time we ever took all of it away. My God. Outside in the open. Where we could be observed. Are we crazy?
Our guides gave us the tour and clarified rules, etc. (Damn, everyone is naked.) They also gave us a history of the club and introduced us to a number of the members. (Damn, we are naked too.) By time we made it to the beach, we were beginning to relax. Well not completely, after all we don’t have any clothing on in front of all of these people.
After lying in the sun for awhile and slowly beginning to grow accustomed, we chose to take a walk around the area with most of the trailers. Walking down the middle of the road, buck naked. Whoa, that’s one we wouldn’t have believed we had do. There are a few quite creative people. Some of the trailers and cottages were really fine. However, the folks were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing cars without a stitch of clothing. We’re bordering on sensory overload now.
Getting back to the seashore, we chose to shower. Between nerves as well as our hike, we had worked up quite a sweat. Another new experience, taking in a shower, outside, nude, with every Tom, Dick, and Betty walking by or joining us. The brain has now gone dead. It can not take anymore.
After our refreshing shower, decided to send some thunder boomies in. We wondered what nudists do when it rains.

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After all, there’s no clothes to get wet. But we soon found out that it’s cold, and if it rains hard enough can damage. Plus our towels (towels are our buddy we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was becoming close to the membership social hour anyhow. While waiting, we talked to a really agreeable aged woman. We couldn’t help but reminded by that old Allen Funt movie “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the mind is already nude in beach , it didn’t register that we were talking to an individual who could very well be our grandmother and she’s nude.
It was at the social hour the closing obstacles were broke. Outside we could keep our space along with the invisible barrier, but here we were in exceptionally close proximity to naked guys, girls, and kids. Just as the brain was starting to come back to life, it shut down again.
As the social hour was breaking up, the skies cleared. Everyone was getting ready for the luau, but unfortunately we needed to leave and get back home to our daughter. After smelling the pig roasting all day long, it was a disappointment not to be able to stay.
Seriously, following the initial anxieties wore off, which actually did not take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day. All the members were really friendly and could not wait to brag about their club. Most of our dread was more on what to anticipate than the nudity aspect although body acceptance is probably the hardest part of a societal bare environment. I did overlook my pockets. After all, what do I do with my hands?
Then it was back to the vehicle and what the hell?? We got to put clothing on. That sucks.

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