For several years I was developing a taste for being nude, mostly in the house. On a couple of rare occasions I managed to be naked in the outside, which I truly enjoyed. A couple trips to a very isolated cabin in the woods and one locale in state park wh

For several years I was developing a taste for being nude, mostly in the house. On a couple of rare occasions I managed to be naked in the outside, which I truly enjoyed. A couple trips to a very isolated cabin in the woods and one locale in state park wh

Then in late 2011 arrived the sudden demand for a no-fault divorce.
A 64 year old male, unexpectedly alone, after 36 years of marriage.
In mid-June arrived an e-mail from California with just a date plus a hyperlink, no explanation whatsoever. Yet beach bum who sent it, I had the immediate feeling that it was an "I dare you" type of thing.
So beach party clicked the link and was taken to a web site page. On the webpage, next to the date in the email was "Open House".
With a click,

the "Home" page disclosed it was a "Nudist Park". No question about it, a challenge had been issued to me.
With beach party of trepidation I clicked on the "info" link and also a series of e-mails were exchanged. The "day use" fee was waived for the midday-6 time frame. I should visit the office first to enroll and show ID. Nudity WASN'T optional.
I should call before leaving house and make use of the call button at the security gate. Eventually, challenge ACCEPTED.
By the time that I got to the office to register, I was feeling quite at home and comfy. I took a solo walk-about of the main place to get my bearings and find where most significant areas were. Located an open spot in the "common area", set down my seat and established a "dwelling stage" from which to start my experience.
First observation, these individuals take their volleyball serious. However, the drive had been three hours and it was hot out, so I headed for the pool. A quick shower and then splash. beach bum was fantastically wet and cooling. Afterward came the shocking realization, I, an old man, was really skinny dipping for the first time!
Back home, the hunt started. But the AANR hunt yielded nothing within an hours drive. Oh dear me.
Expanding beach blondes to two hours distance rendered a club in the Canton-Akron area, "Green Valley".
Another "day trip" confirmed it, I was a "Naturist".
Afterward came the frustration. I realized I would be a Naturist, but largely stranded at home, with no place relatively close to travel to many times per year. I am only able to hope that "some day" )

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