I’m 37, and 7 years ago I was leaving my job, and went to Happy Hour with some coworkers. By the end of the evening, it was down to family nudist porn , Ron and Shelly, both of whom I worked with.
We were talking about all sorts of matters, and somehow it came up that they both sleep naked. They asked if I did, and I said yes I did, although I didn’t. I do not understand why I said that – I figure I didn’t need to seem lame. I stayed in touch with the two 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 the bedroom was freezing. He answered back “I figure you can’t sleep naked anymore afterward”. I’d forgotten all about that entire Happy Hour discussion, and I could not believe he remebered! I said something like “Yes, too chilly 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 nude again”. Yet more, I could not believe he was still talking about it.
I found myself really glad that a male was thinking of my body – not that I had feelings for Ron, nor he for me, it simply being alone and sad, it was fine that a man was talking about my body. I really wanted to keep the bare discussions going, so I started making up stories about being naked around my apartment.
It was entertaining to talk about, but strangely, I wasn’t actually doing any of it. Eventually, I did start to sleep nude, and adored the feeling once I woke up, and had sheets touching every portion of my body. I got real curious what it’d be like to be naked around others.
I located a place that held monthly pool parties in the nude. I was incredibly nervous in the beginning, but they assured me that what ever state of dress I felt best with was good. as soon as I got there, I decided to keep my suit on in the beginning. I chatted with some people, plus it felt really comfortable. In certain ways, I felt http://xoxet.com being dressed. Then low and behold who do I see, but my old friend Shelly from that renowned 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 “regular” world bare.
At that point, I was overcome with a desire to show my body, so away went the suit, and I ‘d the best time of my entire life! Everyone was so open and enjoyable, and I adored the feel of being naked and free. Shelly presented me to some people she knew, we all had an excellent time. Since then I’ve been a routine at those pool parties and other bare occasions. It gave me the motivation to work out more, and get toned up. I am in the best form of my entire life, am closer to Shelly then ever, and even found a distinguished guy. And it was all because I was afraid to say I slept with my clothes on 7 years ago :).