My Very First Nude House Party

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My Naked Party Storyline:


I was incredibly lucky in that my first nudist or societal experience with nudity was at a naked party hosted by close friends. I will call them Sunday and Lila.
https://s3.amazonaws.com/ff-naturist/beach-milf.html met years ago, during our collegedays. Back then, we were all dirt poor grad students waiting tables at a popular campus restaurant. I sang a little. Thus did Lila. Sometimes we received ovations, but mostly we only awakened the dead.
During time spent together outside of work, we three discovered quite a few things in common. We all have left leaning politics, custom pipe tobacco recipes, all things steam-punk, the slow food movement, regional Indian cuisine, vague bands as well as microbreweries and market special craft beer. Lila went for flavored stouts. Sunday and I were straight up IPA (Indian Pale Ale) monks.
When my lease ended in my second year of grad school, Sunday and Lila mentioned they had a big bedroom for rent in their house. The rent was dirt cheap and we imagined we had all get along splendidly. Sunday and Lila were by this time participated. I moved in and our roommate bliss commenced.
Three weeks after I moved in, Sunday and Lila sat me down. They explained they'd, for several years, hosted a monthly party at their house. We're sort of, like, members of a special club, Lila clarified. Sunday gave me permission to refuse presence without fear of scorn upon complete disclosure of the club's, shall we say, raison d'etre. Then they told me. In plain English - they host bare house parties! My ambivalence about the naked house party notion took hold of me at once. Lila gradually probed, motivating me to speak freely. Sunday reaffirmed my right to refuse presence at their next nude house party without worry of offending my hosts.
First Naked Party
I am absolutely stoked by the absolute thought of attending my first naked party, I admitted. I 'd never been much of an exhibitionist, but I Had loved my fair share of nonsexual societal nudism dreams. I 'd wondered about nudist colonies, naked beaches, unclothed parties, etc. I had also worried about looking stupid. Like https://s3.amazonaws.com/ff-naturist/nudists.html , I 'd my fair share of neuroses and body image issues.
Sunday and Lila were both runners, and in fantastic shape. I was quite the opposite. It is not even about that. It is about liberty and communion with other like minded people. Definitely not in the house! Again, https://s3.amazonaws.com/ff-naturist/milfs-on-the-beach.html is not obligatory, but we'd love to discuss this bare house party encounter with you.
So I was sold!
In the days leading up to my first naked party, I thought I might vomit nails at any moment. I was beyond nervous. My inner critic rose up to its fullest glory. I wondered about my slight beer belly, my stretch marks, my hairy butt, my sagging pecs, my ridiculously modest pride and delight, doomed to remain unspeakably shriveled in the presence of guests. Would others be as grossed out about my body as I sometimes was? What the hell was I doing anyway? What if as the evening progressed the naked party turned, well, jubilant? I was so not prepared for that level of naked enjoyment. I 'd an impulsive thought: get dressed and merely leave, come back hours later, and feign disinterest.
Before I could make great on my b.s. escape, Lila knocked on my bedroom door. I reached for a towel, but then thought, What Is the point? If I'm remaining, may as well get it over with. I dumped the towel and opened the bedroom door. Leah was upon the threshold. So was Sunday. They were "Au Naturale", fully nude and relaxed as you please. They ushered me into the family area, inquiring how I felt, telling me to relax, and assuring me I could withdraw into my room whenever I wished. I heard a car pull into the driveway. I thought I 'd perish. Guests arrived. They chatted with their hosts, shook my hand, congratulated me on my first visit to the nudie club. They each excused themselves and went off to get nude in the master bedroom.
Mainly because I soon realized there was absolutely nothing to fear. My greatest bookings commenced and ended inside my head, and weren't based upon any bona fide dangers posed by the situation, or particular individuals. Sunday passed around bottles of home made stout crafted by a buddy of his, additionally naked and in attendance. I slipped effortlessly into dialogue about the recent National Book Award winners, as the gathered crowd of naked folks turned out to be rather literate, contained in part by voracious readers. Someone even went as far as to compliment my shoulders. I blushed. I was disappointed when my first naked party ended. All of it went by so fast, so obviously, so opposite of all I had expected and feared.
I can not say all my body image issues were promptly abated by my foray into naked parties. But I did experience a level of unprecedented liberty that has since galvanized my awareness of personal courage and self confidence. I am also not nearly as plagued by my internal critic. I attend naked parties often, and love the utter dearth of pretense nudism entails. In the most philosophical sense, naturist parties force you to look at others without prejudice. Their mankind is what is really on display; the nudity is simply coincidental. I say, everyone should attend a minumum of one non sexual naked or clothes discretionary function within their life.
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