Our first ‘planned’ nude outing with friends happened this weekend.
Earlier in the week a cookout at our house had turned into an impromptu nude swim session in our pool. We discovered while not ’social nudists’ per se that we all spent a lot of time that way around home.
To make a long story short we agreed to visit in their home with the idea we’d be nude from the start. I spent a lot of time thinking about this and Saturday morning called up Karen to make sure she and Mike were still ‘OK’ with the idea. She reassured me that she was and looking forward to it.
I was looking forward to it, also, but was still somewhat nervous. At our home it had evolved in a ‘natural way’. Here we were planning on going to another couple’s home - we’ve known them for sometime - and in essence ‘ strip on arrival’.
Not to belabor the story with details, but one of my biggest decisions was what to wear to some place where I was going to wear nothing. It must be a gal thing because Elliott just through on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. Finally, I decided on a simple ‘T-shirt’ type dress (it’s really a bathing suit cover-up). No bra/underwear, and slide sandals. This way I could get naked quick - but if they had changed their minds I would still be well covered.
They only live a few minutes away so the drive was a short one. Walking up to their front door, my heart was pounding. I was carrying a cake that I had baked for dessert. Elliott had a bottle of sparkling grape juice (neither family drinks).
Mike answered the door wearing only a towel. I was somewhat relieved when Karen came out of the kitchen to greet us. She was completely nude - I felt a lot more at ease because she was the one who had appeared to hesitate at the pool party. Then came my hard part - stripping in front of friends. Someone once suggested that one should get it over with quickly so the awkwardness would pass quickly. So I took a deep breath and said, “Since we won’t be needing them where can we put our clothes ?”
They showed us to a guest bedroom off the main entrance I quickly kicked off my sandals and pulled the dress over my head. Elliott took off his shirt and shorts and laid them with my stuff on a chair. I’m glad they offered the room - it was easier to walk out already naked than it would have been to get that way in front of them. By this time Mike had tossed his towel and so we were ready for our nude evening.
There were a few nervous laughs but after about five minutes we went about making sandwiches and settling down for an evening of old movies from Mike’s collection. In reading about "nude etiquette" Karen had put out big oversized towels on the couch and chairs.
To tell you how much fun we had I think I honestly forgot I was nude. When it was time to leave, I kissed Mike and Karen on the cheek and thanked them for a wonderful evening. As I was heading toward the door Elliott asked, “Forgetting something ? Or are you going home that way ?”
I had forgotten to dress. A streak of daring hit - and since it was after 1:00 a.m. I took him up on it. He put on his shorts but carried my clothes to the car. I rode home nude and stayed that way until sometime Sunday afternoon. (It really wasn’t that daring. You can’t see the street from their driveway or ours and the ride was all of five minutes.)
Now that we’ve had nude encounters in each other’s homes I don’t know if we’ll have to plan them - I think we’ll just take them for granted.
Let me tell you how I became involved in social nudism. Back in the early eighties I was in the navy stationed in San Diego. Five miles from the base was a famous clothing optional beach (Blacks Beach). 