This past summer, we tried nudism for the first time, and I can’t say it came naturally to us.

Sure, we’d some questions as well as lots of uncertainties, but the conditions were such that we were pushed into this movement fortunately, to never repent it after!

We used to go holidaying to the hot nations three years in a row before last summer. Our dream vacation spot is a long beach, left, with coconut trees, clear and warm water. We had the opportunity to go holidaying several times in previous years, but this year, together with the catastrophe, my buddy lost his occupation, he was lucky to locate one shortly after, but once bitten and twice shy, you know, so we were determined to spend as little for holidaying as we could this time. What we wanted to do was go fifteen days on vacation in a relatively inexpensive, not exceedingly crowded and bright.
It was all good, but the past two criteria were . For example, on the Riviera everything is expensive, and following an encounter of a friend in 2007 to Collioure, the sun occasionally keeps the UV starved tourists waiting.
In May, when I was doing my researches, there clearly was no question of going into structured naturist campsite, but they were all too expensive. And I came across the site of a swimming pool campsite, 10 kilometer from the shore, with small number of seats… I liked it very much from the very s tart, except that I ‘d not noticed that it was a nudist camp. What a disappointment it was when I came to understand it! I didnt know what to think of .
I continued my research for a week, but I found nothing I liked. I didn’t even dare to talk with my boyfriend, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Could we really make it? I’m 27 years old, but I’m not a bombshell. My height is 1 m 74 for 62 lbs, and luckily I have no midriff, but no breasts either, and I got everything in the buttocks, 92 inches, as well as cellulite, I was entirely stiffened by reluctance to show them away. That’s why I mainly fancy abandoned shores where nobody can observe that part of my body.
Then I began reading posts about naturists, I believed, also, that in a campground this size so close to the sea there would be few during the day by the poolside. And anyways, nude people definitely kept a greater distance between their mats. Some phrases comforted me very much: respect for others, close to nature, ecology… I finally contacted the campsite: no troubles with booking. All was going well, the only thing remaining was to talk to my boyfriend, who taken instantaneously.
And then there came the fateful moment when we were standing before the gate. We got registered, unpacked and settled, with the only crucial thing remaining to be done undressing! And it’s not too clear, I am already quite elaborate with my physical and there is also something that I ‘d not thought of: I’m Belgian, blonde, with blonde skin and my skin is extremely white. I am ever so fearful to get sunburnt! Luckily, it was already a late day, the pool had closed, it was getting a little cool, I wanted to prevent stripping and besides I was not the only one dressed in the evening (many teenagers, as well as girls of my age, were dressed, also).
So the following morning it was the toughest. I went to the blocks with simply a t-shirt on. So it was the first time I exhibited buttocks and my genitals in public. I was a bit surprised on arriving at the washroom: no cabin using a door, you take a shower together, which is legitimate in a sense. So I ‘d no option, it was necessary that I took off my top to take my shower, making it the first time being nude in front of a dozen of folks. It reassured me a lot and after my shower I returned to the tent naked. We then went to the pool, there were a few people, but I didn’t feel what I hate about the fabric beaches, meeting dozens of dirty looks that appear to say “look at this one with her fat ass!”.

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Here, nobody looked at me, I lived in utter indifference, and I was entirely filled with this particular ambience.
And what about the bath I couldn’t believe it, I still virtually even hard to trust that feelings are so different, so fine it was with just having to remove a small piece of cloth! I, who did not like swimming, I remained for hours in water. I loved it, swimming, diving, playing with my boyfriend. I felt renovated, it absolutely was not me but another girl who eventually found the joy of bathing. Additionally, it was not like other campgrounds that we attended. Generally at textile campsites, the pool is squatted by children crying, agitated in every direction. Here, there were also kids, they played fine, but it was more respectful of other swimmers. The pool was quite large, it’s also there, but I feel the same pool in a fabric campsite was overly noisy.
I’m now a frequent visitor of that campsite, in addition to my boyfriend; I keep on browsing gallery nudism section at their site hoping to find us as one of the most faithful nude beachers of all of the times!

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