Jessica's First Time Naturist Story
Guest Naturist Site By: Jessica Marie
First-Time Naturist - If you asked me to join a nudist club a year ago, I 'd have been out the door quicker than you'll have even begun to take your clothes off. Why? Because I 've been incredibly self-conscious my lifetime. Starting in middle school, I 'd consistently attempted to fit in.
I joined cheerleading, the town dancing group, gymnastics, and the school band. I always saw myself as a little too chubby, a little too clumsy, a little less flexible, and not as organized as everyone else as I approached my babe years.
In fact, it was not on the list at all. In the end, I was seventeen, just five-feet tall, and (gasp) a size A cup.
Even now, after college, not much has changed. And then I met someone whom I 'll refer to as Bryan.
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I first met Bryan through a web site, and when we finally decided to meet in person, it was no secret to me that he was entirely comfortable being nude and not a first time nudist like me. After a month or so of getting to know him, he asked me if I needed to go to a nudist event held by FKK at Juniper Woods. Since it was FKK organizing the occasion, I learned that young people would be attending. I 'd zero idea what I was getting myself into.
A week passed and all the while, Bryan and I were hyping up how cool the occasion would be. And then the day to go came. I packed my things, he picked me up from my house, and we made our way to the Catskills. The first half of the auto ride were amazing as we sang and I saw the amazing countryside pass by the window.
I tried envisioning a camping trip with all the kids I went to school with getting naked, and all I could think of was how judgmental they'd be. I freaked out. I began hyperventilating. I couldn't believe I was really going to get nude in front of people I didn't understand. How many would be there? Should I simply wear short pants? What about my small boobs? I should definitely wear my hair down in front of them. Oh, and Iwill must suck within my stomach. Bryan talked me out of one anxiety attack after another. I soon learned I 'd nothing to be worried about.
We finally pulled up to some big gate with a sign in front with buzzer. Bryan spoke into a carton saying we were here for the FKK event. I sat there unable to talk or move. The gates began to move after some time, and soon before our car was a middle aged woman, completely naked, sitting in a golf cart. http://richlook.com/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=nudismhq.com believed it was funny.
In the end, if I only sat at our campsite fully clothed, I would, once again, be the odd-individual out.
It was then I realized when I did not strip down within the next five minutes, I was likely not going to do it at all. So, when beach girl was eventually up, I went inside and got butt-freakin'-nude. It was a strange feeling being fully unclothed outside. It wasn't really so bad, I thought. But the real test of my new found courage would be facing all of these complete strangers.
When Bryan was done getting naked, we walked down to your tented place where the nudies were body painting. Bryan introduced me to a few of them and told them I was a first time naturist and that it was my first time at a FKK (or any) nudist occasion. And before I understood it, I had a group of folks coming over to meet me.
Everyone was exceptionally friendly, and although I was still nervous, I began to feel more comfortable. They were not like the folks who I went to school with who I knew would have been eyeing me up and down. Instead, my new friends were giving me comforting grins and waves. I looked around the small group of people; they were all different shapes and sizes and they were so comfortable in their own skin. I knew at that instant the feelings they'd were what I needed.
It was in that instant when I eventually let all of my guards down and declared to the world, I'm Jessica!
read was probably among the best of my life. I got body painted, went to a bonfire, danced, went swimming and hot-tubbing. I was slowly but surely learning to love everything about myself, even my little breasts and love handles.
In doing this, in learning to take who I 'm on the outside, I can fully concentrate and adore my whole man, both in and out. And this change occurred with the help of everyone there. I understand if everyone wasn't so incredibly nice and welcoming and fully and entirely non critical, I 'd have never kept my clothing away, and I wouldn't have felt everything that I 'd experienced.
My first nudie experience was only a couple months ago, and since then, I 've been going to every naturist event that I can. Through http://sims3boutique.com/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=nudist4.xyz , I 've made incredible friends, and the old insecure Jessica is slowly becoming just a shadow of my past.
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