My first time storyline is somewhat unique, at least in some manners. |

I’m 37, and 7 years ago I was leaving my job, and went to Happy Hour with some co-workers. By the end of the evening, it was down to me, Ron and Shelly, both of whom I worked with.
We were talking about all sorts of matters, and somehow it came up that they both sleep nude. They inquired if I did, and I said yes I did, while I didn’t. I actually don’t understand why I said that – I guess I did not want to sound lame. I stayed in touch with the two of those two, we were all close friends. 3 years after that, I moved in with my b/f, and I was telling Ron in an e mail that the bedroom was freezing. He answered back “I imagine you can’t sleep bare anymore afterward”. I’d forgotten all about that whole Happy Hour discussion, and I really couldn’t believe he remebered! I said something like “Yes, too chilly in my new place”, at least understand I was being truthful. 2 years ago, I broke up with that b/f, and was quite depressed. In an e-mail trying to cheer me up, Ron said (among other things), “Now you can sleep bare again”. Yet more, I could not believe he was still talking about it.
I found myself really glad that a male was thinking of my body – not that I ‘d feelings for Ron, nor he for me, it simply being alone and depressing, it was fine that a man was talking about my body. I actually wanted to keep the nude discussions going, so I started making up stories about being nude around my flat. It was entertaining to discuss, but oddly, I wasn’t actually doing any of it. Eventually, I did start to sleep naked, and loved the feeling once I woke up, and had sheets touching every element of my body. I got real curious what it’d be like to be naked around others.
I found a location that held monthly pool parties in the nude. I was incredibly nervous in the beginning, but they assured me that what ever state of dress I felt best with was fine. as soon as I got there, I chose to keep my suit on at first. I chatted with some folks, plus it felt really comfortable. In certain ways, I felt slow being dressed. Then low and behold who do I see, but my old buddy Shelly from that famous Happy Hour. I’ll never forget it, she was completely naked and had a large grin. She seemed so amazing, so happy, so uninhibited – she was everything I was hpoing to be. It was so different seeing someone from my “ordinary” world nude.
At that point, I was overcome with a urge to show my body, so off went the suit, and I ‘d the best time of my own life! Everyone was so open and interesting, and I adored the feel of being naked and http://wnude.com .