Now it has to be done in secret, because the perception of nudism in society is still difficult. Especially in places far from the city I don’t leave because there is no suitable company. Sometimes, when I go home from work, I stop at city quarries and do it so that they do not accidentally catch it. Very often I thought that this was my mental disorder, until I found on the Internet a lot of information about nudism and naturism. It turned out that for a very large circle of people this is a lifestyle. Entire families live spending their free time together in a nude style. And, in general, what is special about it. All my own experience shows that all people, regardless of gender, like to strip.
Here are examples of recent years.
In 2001, I went to an international youth camp in Estonia. The organizers rented a small farm on the island of Saaremaa. In the program, representatives of the Baltic countries on the very first day of their stay were to make a presentation of their countries. In addition to national dishes, songs and dances, the presentation of national drinks was obligatory. After testing the Polish "Gzhelka", the people in turn poured into the bath. Girls and boys were steamed together, but, of course, not undressing completely. At first, everyone behaved quite modestly, and when the Russians suggested testing their national drink, the roofs of many foreigners present began to demolish. By midnight, when the girls seemed to have already left the bath, we all took off our panties. Someone from the Lithuanians went from the bath to sleep, not dressing, right across the courtyard, where the people would break away, dancing and having fun to loud music. We sat in the steam room, amusing ourselves with stories, when suddenly the door opened and a Lithuanian woman slipped into our men's company and slipped into a towel. Our view, apparently a little touched her, but not scared. After a second pause, she crouched next to me. Interestingly, the boys, distracted by no more than the second when the pause took place, soon again returned to the topic of conversation, forgetting about the unexpected guest. It was hard for me to do, since she was sitting next to me. I remembered that in the afternoon, our views with her intersected more than once, so I decided not to lose time. While everyone was keen on talking, I asked her permission and began in the twilight of the steam room to do a massage. Moving to the cherished places, I certainly gave her pleasure. I sat behind her, tightly pressed my body to her back. She could not feel my excited member. Frankly, it was very nice. Since the business was well past midnight, the boys slowly began to leave the cooling steam room. When the cold Baltic rain began to fall outside, everyone ran into the little houses. My new friend and I went out into the yard.
For those who have never tried, I strongly recommend trying out what it means to walk after a bath in the cold rain completely naked. And if there is a friend next to you, it’s not forgotten at all. In the empty courtyard in the night we went to the smoldering fire and for a long time we kissed each other before going to sleep in our own house. The next day we went deep into the island to sunbathe together. First sunbathed, removing only outerwear, but soon, after a gentle erotic game with a blonde, I decided to throw off the melt. All the time while we were sunbathing on the field, I made repeated attempts to pull off her clothes. Finally, I partially managed to overcome the resistance, and beautiful breasts appeared to my eyes, the pink cherries of which I was allowed to caress with my lips and tongue. Attempting to pull off the panties met with more fierce resistance, so, not wanting to be a rapist, I relaxed, sunbathing and contenting what had been achieved. So we spent half a day before returning to the camp. It is a pity, but two weeks quickly flew by.
In 2002 I was in Lithuania on business. My friend from the summer camp went from Vilnius for holidays to her parents. I had to kill a few hours before the train, so I decided to walk around the city. It was a clear sunny day, and it was hot, so when I wandered into the city park and saw the river flowing through it, I decided to go swimming. Unfortunately, on my side the coast was not very suitable for swimming, especially since it was on the shady side, therefore, even if I had a swim, I would not have been able to get a tan and dry off. Walking along the river and picking up the place, I heard cheerful voices, laughter and splash of water. Soon I saw teenagers splashing in the river. None of the five people had swimming trunks. They enjoyed it so naturally that I envied them greatly. To my regret, I could not join them, since the action took place on the opposite, sunlit, shore. That day I did not dare to bathe in an unfamiliar city, fearing more, not even for what they might notice — no one knew me in Vilnius anyway. I was afraid that my clothes and things might be dragged away for the sake of my bathing. And there are train tickets.
In the same 2002, on the way from work, I stopped at the lake to swim. I didn't undress completely, having plunged in shorts. While I was drying panties stuck to my body, a girl came up to the clearing. In appearance she was about 19-20. She took off her dress, left in a bathing suit. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, not turning, so as not to embarrass. After standing a little indecisive, she took off the top of the swimsuit and went swimming in panties. While she was swimming, a car drove up to the clearing. A man and a woman of about forty came out of it. They talked about something, looking in my direction. I was distracted for a moment, thinking about something else. My attention to this pair was again attracted by the splash of water. A man with a run-up flopped into the water. When he ran, I noticed that there was no swimming trunks on him. The woman remained standing on the shore, watching her companion and, apparently, intending to wash the car. I had to go home, and the pants were still wet. The behavior of my neighbors in the clearing instilled confidence in me. I waited for the moment when the girl and the man were far from the shore, and the woman was keen on washing the car and, after removing the panties, went to the water to rinse them. While I was walking towards the water, rinsed my pants and then squeezed them out, they could see me and this, I confess, excited me. I did everything deliberately slowly and put on my underpants only when the girl swam to the shore. Squeezed underpants dried much faster, I got dressed, got into a car and, berating myself for not daring to meet a girl, went home.
Now I have firmly decided for the upcoming summer to put together a company of people who are ready for this kind of rest. And I consider the sexual feelings that arise at the moment of exposure to be quite natural.