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

, it was our first time at any nudist facility.
Our previous experience had only been with a couple select friends either in our hot tub or someone’s pool and typically involved that courage contractor, alcohol. Now here we were sober, with absolute strangers, and going to get naked. We were abruptly introduced to social nudism when we walked into the office. And we believed Fridays were casual, hah. Our membership guides went out of their approach to ease our anxieties, and although apprehensive, we took the plunge. While we’ve changed clothing in a parking lot before, we can honestly say its the very first time we ever took it all off. My God. Outside in the open. Where we could be observed. Are we mad?
Our guides gave us the tour and described rules, etc. (Damn, everyone is nude.) Additionally they gave us a history of the club and presented us to a number of the members. (Darn, we are .) By time we made it to the shore, we were starting to relax. Well not entirely, after all we do not have any clothes on in front of all of these folks.
After lying in sunlight for awhile and slowly starting to grow accustomed, we decided to take a walk across the place with most of the trailers. Walking down the middle of the road, buck naked. Whoa, that is one we wouldn’t have thought we’d do. There are some really creative individuals. A number of the trailers and cabins were extremely pleasant. However, the folks were sitting on their decks, barbequing, doing maintenance, and washing cars without a stitch of clothing. We are bordering on sensory overload now.
Getting back to the seashore, we decided to shower. Between nerves and our hike, we had worked up quite a sweat. Another new encounter, 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, Mother Nature decided to send some thunder boomies in. We wondered what do when it rains. After all, there’s no clothes to get wet. But we soon learned that it is cold, and whether or not it rains hard enough can damage. Plus our towels (towels are our friend we were told) would get wet. So we joined everyone in Keys Hall. It was getting near the membership social hour anyway. While waiting, we discussed to a quite nice elderly woman. We could not help but reminded by that old Allen Funt movie “What Do You Say To A Naked Lady?” Since the brain is already dead, it didn’t register that we were discussing to an individual who could very well be our grandma and she is nude.
It was at the social hour the closing barriers were broke. Outside we could maintain our space along with the invisible obstacle, but here we were in extremely close proximity to naked men, girls, and children. Just as the brain was beginning to come back to life, it shut down again.
As the social hour was breaking up, the skies cleared. Everyone was getting prepared for the luau, but sadly we needed to leave and get back home to our daughter. After smelling the pig roasting all day long, it was a disappointment not in order to remain.
Seriously, following the initial fears wore off, which really did not take long, we had an enjoyable and relaxing day.

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All of the members were very friendly and could not wait to brag about their club. The majority of our dread was more on what to expect than the nudity aspect although body acceptance is perhaps the most difficult part of a social naked surroundings. I did miss my pockets. After all, what do I do with my hands?
Then it was back to the car and what the hell?? We got to put clothes on. That sucks.

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