Jessicas First Time Naturist Narrative

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Guest Naturist Website By: Jessica Marie
First-Time Naturist - If you requested me to join a naturist club this past year, I'd happen to be out the door quicker than you'd have even begun to take your clothes away. Why? Because I have been extremely self-conscious my lifetime. Starting in middle school, I had consistently attempted to fit in.
I joined cheerleading, the town dance group, gymnastics, and the school band. I saw myself as a little too chubby, a little too awkward, a little less flexible, and not as organized as everyone else as I approached my girl years.
It was in high school where I finally found my spot, but I was still uncomfortable in my own body, so becoming naked was much down on my list of things to do. In reality, it wasn't on the list at all. In the end, I was seventeen, hardly five-feet tall, and (gasp) a size A cup.
Even now, after school, not much has changed. Even recently, I was still terrified to take my shirt off in front of anyone for fear they might see my hardly existent love handles and my small breasts. And then An Outline of the Mid-Winter Naturist Festival with Morley Schloss met someone whom I 'll refer to as Bryan.
First Nudist FKK Party
I first met Bryan through a web site, and when we eventually decided to meet in person, it was no secret to me that he was entirely comfortable being naked and not a first-time naturist like me. After a month or so of getting to know him, he asked me if I desired to head 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 automatically said yes to the invitation since I was already comfortable around Bryan. I 'd zero idea what I was getting myself into.
A week passed and all the while, Bryan and I were hyping up how trendy the occasion would be. I packed my stuff, he picked me up from my house, and we made our way to the Catskills. The first half of the auto ride were wonderful as we sang and I watched the amazing countryside pass by the window.
I tried picturing a camping trip with all the kids I went to school with becoming naked, and all I could think of was how judgmental they'd be. I began hyperventilating. I couldn't believe I was actually going to get naked in front of folks I didn't understand. How many would be there? Should I simply wear shorts? What about my small boobs? I should definitely wear my hair down in front of them. Oh, and I'm going to need to suck in my stomach. I soon learned I had nothing to concern yourself with.
We eventually pulled up to a big gate with a sign in front with buzzer. Bryan spoke into a box saying we were here for the FKK event. I sat there unable to talk or go. The gates started to move after some time, and shortly before our car was a middle-aged girl, entirely naked, sitting in a golf-cart. I thought it was amusing.
After we finished filling out some paper work, we drove down to our camping spot where Bryan sat up the tent. I attempted helping just as much as I could but my head began racing again as the only thing left for me to do was get naked. And there was My Entrance at Sauna Cezar Naturist Resort Poland turning back. In the end, if I merely sat at our campsite fully clothed, I 'd, yet again, be the odd-person out.
It was then I understood that if I didn't strip down within the next five minutes, I was likely not going to do it at all. So, when the tent was finally up, I went inside and got butt-freakin'-nude. It was a strange feeling being entirely nude outdoors. It was not really so bad, I believed. But the real test of my new found courage would be facing all of these complete strangers.
When Bryan was done getting nude, we walked down to your tented place where the nudies were body painting. Bryan introduced me to a couple of them and told them I was a first time nudist and that it was my first time at a FKK (or any) naturist event. And before I knew it, I 'd a group of individuals coming over to meet me.
Everyone was extremely friendly, and although I was still nervous, I began to feel more comfortable. They weren't 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 little group of people; they were all different shapes and sizes and they were so comfortable in their own skin. My First Encounter with Social Naturism was playing Strip Poker During a Naked House Party understood at that moment the feelings they'd were what I needed.


It was in that moment when I finally allow all of my guards down and declared to the world, I'm Jessica!
The weekend was probably among the greatest of my life. I got body painted, went to some bonfire, danced, went swimming and hot-tubbing. But most importantly, I was starting to see past my insecurities and in my own skin I felt, to be honest and cliched, liberated and so really free.
In this, in learning to accept who I 'm on the outside, I can fully focus and love my whole man, both inside and out. And this change happened with the help of everyone there. I understand if everyone wasn't so amazingly nice and welcoming and utterly and utterly non critical, I would have never kept my clothes away, and I wouldn't have felt everything that I 'd experienced.
My first nudie adventure was just a couple months ago, and since then, I 've been going to every nudist occasion that I can. Through Nudist Portal, I 've made incredible friends, and the old insecure Jessica is slowly becoming merely a shadow of my past.
This article about being First Time Nudist At The FKK Gathering was published by - Young Naturists and Young Nudists America FKK
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