Our posts ‘My first time’, also published as ‘My nude debut’, has been a popular, if irregular series at SLN, and draw on reports we receive, or commission, as to our readers first experiences of naturism in its broadest sense.
They seem to be like buses 🙂 you wait for ages and two come along at once!
Here’s the first of two recently received reports, the first from Floridian reader Connie, about her first experiences of skiing dipping in her parents’ pool with a friend and, later in the week, there’ll be another in this ongoing, irregular series, following an inworld conversation I had with an avatar at a naturist sim.
Hi, I’m Connie, from Vero Beach, Florida. Or I was, 10 years ago as a middle teen. My nudist experience comes from I was living with my Mom in Florida. My parents are divorced and my Dad lives in Tampa now. Mom still lives in Vero Beach, but I’m now resident in Kissimmee after university there, finding a job after university and then marrying. I’m 25 now and the proud Mom of my own baby son. About 10 years ago, I was 15 going 16, my parents split up and Dad moved away. It was an amicable divorce and Mom got the house, complete with pool. At the time my Mom was young enough to think about dating again (she eventually married a boyfriend she met in that time) so used to go out every Friday night. I was pretty young, but she had enough faith in me for me to be at home if I had a friend over for a sleepover most Fridays.
Olivia would come over and stay until Saturday lunchtime when Mom drove her home, so we’d go home from school on a Friday afternoon, Mom would fix us some food, and we’d change into our bikinis and laze by the pool.
The sun would go down but it’s Florida, still warm enough to sit out in a bikini until midnight and beyond it you want to in the summer months.. Which was what we did. We’d put on some music, order a pizza or light up the BBQ, cook some food and chill. We’d swim a bit.
So one night I dove into the pool and my bikini top just disappeared. I guess I was developing at that time and my bikini just didn’t fit anymore. I was laughing when I surfaced and I told Olivia it had gone. In an instant she took hers off too. ‘Wouldn’t want you to feel alone’, I think she said. It wasn’t a big thing. We changed into out bikinis in my bedroom and had seen each other naked, so it wasn’t some weird moment.
Then Liv said she was taking her bikini bottoms off to skinny dip. A challenge had been thrown down. So I did too. After that night, when Mom went out and Liv came over, going naked was the order of the day in the pool. My first naturist experience, and one I loved. We’d then go into the jazuzzi and splasha round as well. We’d do this almost every Friday night for about a year, until Mom’s new boyfriend moved in and she stopped going out. I went to university, met my husband, Todd, and we’ve skinny dipped together when dating. Recently, I’ve discovered that Cypress Cove, a naturist resort where you can live, is nearby! I’d love to bring the idea up to Todd, but I’m not sure how to… I can’t begin to describe the feeling od swimming naked I knew 10 years ago, or of living naked, even if only for the few hours Mom was out, that Liv and I had. It wasn’t a sexual thing between Liv and I. It was the thrill and the loveliness of swimming, living, barbecuing nude. Advice will be gratefully received on how I bring it up to Todd and ask if he’d like to move and live in Cypress Cove!