My first experience came not as nude recreation, but as a job at my school. I had never been skinny dipping before, and the only time I had ever been nude was taking showers at gym class. Of course, that was for boys only. My family and neighborhood was very conservative and males and females simply did not EVER see each other naked (unless you were married).
One day an art teacher asked me if I would be one of their models for figure drawing. I agreed and showed up just before class. He said I could undress in the corner and come up front. I did, but still had my shorts on. I was stunned to learn that there would be girls in the class, and I’d have to take my shorts off. I had always been ashamed of girls seeing me naked.
Anyway, he said that there’s no shame in being naked no matter who sees us. I wanted to believe that, but was sure I’d be red from head to toe when everyone saw me. They had a small mattress to lie on for some poses and a place to stand for others. When class started, I took my shorts off, but wasn’t nearly as embarrassed as I though I would be. It felt strange at first being the only one nude, but I quickly got used to it.
The poses lying down were very relaxing and I even fell asleep for a minute. (You’re not supposed to move at all while posing.) After class, having my clothes on didn’t even feel right. Like they were some new awkward clothes that I had never worn before—even though nothing I was wearing was less than a month old. To make a long story short, I’ve been a nudist ever since.
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