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 kinds of matters, and somehow it came up that they both sleep naked. They inquired if I did, and I said yes I did, while I did not. I don’t know why I said that – I suppose I did not want to sound game. I remained in touch with both 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 email that the bedroom was freezing. He replied back “I imagine you can not sleep nude anymore then”. I’d forgotten all about that entire Happy Hour discussion, and I couldn’t believe he remebered! I said something like “Yes, too cold in my new place”, at least understand I was being true. 2 years ago, I broke up with that b/f, and was really 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 very happy that a male was thinking of my body – not that I ‘d feelings for Ron, nor he for me, it only being alone and unhappy, it was fine that a male was talking about my body. I really desired to keep the nude discussions going, so I started making up stories about being nude around my apartment. It was fun to talk about, but curiously, I was not really doing any of it. Eventually, I did begin to sleep nude, and loved the feeling when I woke up, and had sheets touching every element of my body. I got real curious what it would be like to be nude around others.
I located a location that held monthly pool parties in the nude. I was incredibly nervous at first, but they promised me that what ever state of dress I felt finest with was good. as soon as I got there, I chose to keep my suit on in http://videonudism.com/amateur . I chatted with some people, plus it felt quite comfortable. In certain ways, I felt slow being dressed. Then low and behold who do I see, but my old pal Shelly from that famed Happy Hour. I’ll never forget it, she was totally bare and had a huge grin. She seemed so beautiful, so joyful, so uninhibited – she was everything I was hpoing to be. It was so distinct seeing someone from my “ordinary” world naked.
At that point, I was overcome with a desire to show my body, so off went the suit, and I had the greatest time of my life! Everyone was so open and entertaining, and I loved the feel of being naked and free. Shelly presented me to some people she knew, we all had a great time. Since then I’ve been a routine at those pool parties and other naked occasions. It gave me the motivation to work out more, and get toned up. I’m in the best form of my own life, am closer to Shelly then ever, and even found a great guy. And it was all because asses in public sex on the beach was afraid to say I slept with my clothes on 7 years ago :).