I am french, so please excuse me, my english can contain some errors… I am 25, male, soon wed, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, in which the concept of nudism itself is considered as a pervert thing. Therefore, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I’ve likewise never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summer. I was then merely 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I watched a report on TV, with a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some rather funny things in this TV programme : everybody was totally nude, including all the guests along with the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing just a hat and a butterfly-node, along with the partner merely a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the very first time, I thought about going naked…
The next night, I then tried to sleep naked for the very first time in my life. I didn’t sleep a lot during that night ! I was chilly, and wondered what could occur if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyhow, I found it fairly great, because I felt very free (I normally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I strove to stay bare the entire day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day. I did all the normal items in the nude, and this was incredibly plesant. nude pussy beach , when my parents came back, I was quite depressing to need to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had caught me, and I am still addicted to it !
But as I still dreaded the possible reaction of my parents, I did not sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to remain naked as long as possible when my parents were away.
Approximately one year later, I ‘d abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more frequently. One morning, my mother, who came every morning to wake me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping nude. But astonishingly, she did not have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I had explained her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T-shirt and chemise during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first victory ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and staying nude at home whenever possible. A couple of years after (in 1994), I wanted to try to be nude outside for the first time. I ‘d the possibility that there were small woods near the building where we were dwelling. With the other kids, we were used some years before to go playing in these woods. One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the place where I played in the past, and I took all my clothes off. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of independence was remarkable… I tried to rekindle this encounter once or twice, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been instantly denounciated to my parents…
During that period also, I attempted to go without underwear. I did it a couple of times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfy, I CAn’t prevent my manhood to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for decades. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I shown to my mom, that I wanted to remain naked at home. One day, while she’d gone away for several seconds, I went into the bathroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message describing that, when I’d go out of the washroom, I’d stay nude since I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would not be any way that I would swear because I didn’t like it, and she accepted that I remained bare. She revealed herself as being more open minded than what I really could think… So, I spent almost one month nude, only swearing when my father was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The rest of the time, I stayed naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was simply one of the finest summers I’ve ever had !
After this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high-level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I had to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was kept to sleep nude during one year, except during the week end and holidays, once I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I had my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-nude less than ten times, because I just had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military choice, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the local TV channel broadcasted another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist folks were used to go. As this was not far from home (50 km), I went there on my bicycle. The very first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and shores were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week end). But the following time, there was nobody… I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass area, and got bare. For the first time in my life, I was naked in public, with others who could see me. I enjoyed 2 excellent hours. I went back t here fairly frequently during the next 4 years, with good experences, and much more awful ones…
For the good ones, I’ll mention that I Have meet my first bare women here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, completely naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence as well as the landscape. Many people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was fairly weel tolerated in this area except during the weekends in the midst of the summertime.
But I also discovered, for the very first time, that nudism could also be connected to sexual perversion… Plenty of homosexuals are used to meet around these lakes, and don’t hesitate to attempt to have sex with any naked man they see… I had to reject them quite frequently, and I ‘d usually no trouble, but I eventually stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid additional troubles.
I tried to visit plenty of other “bare locations” in the area, however they were ultimately all homosexual meeting points. I didn’t go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. For the very first time in my life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a road, with 3 neighbours). I began to remain naked here more and more often, only swearing for going out (in group or to ride on my bike), or to draw something in the common refrigerator on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms). When my neighbours were http://nudistsass.com , I even could go out on the balcony in the nude.
I never had the courage to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not knowing what their reactions could be : French people are very less open minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism continues to be like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows closed, then secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these times, which supported myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The third year in Grenoble, I’d moved into http://crazypublic.com , at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained increasingly more nude. I even began to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and the showers in the nude. Consistently fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on a very little scaling road free of traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during about 10 kilometers. That was a great experience, but I didn’t have the chance to attempt once again…
My improvement in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the shore of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is let. It is there that I had my first real nudist encounter in public, without fearing homosexual advances, during summer 2003. I truly appreciated it, and I now wait for the heat once again to spend new great times on this beach, with my girlfriend, who I am trying to convert to nudism additionally. A few months before, I determined once again that I wouldn’t wear panties anylonger. I packaged all my panties in a bag, and kept them in an inaccessible place (except one slip for total necessity cases). As my dick is now much more quieter, there isn’t any issue whatsoever, and I now never wear underwear, under any type of clothes, including jeans which I wear the majority of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not really converted to nudism, she appreciates the relaxation of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The following steps will be :
First, the completion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who’ll be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I understand she will do it, as she’s not opposed to this idea, but it’ll certainly take lots of time until she’s as comfortable with nakedness than I ‘m… Afterwards, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I am hoping that this will definitely become the truth next year. Well, that’s all; Thanks to all of the people who had the nerve to read my litterature until here