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How to tell a non-nudist from a nudist

When we were in the initial planning stages of our vacation to Jamaica, one of the main requirements for me, besides hot and sunny weather was it had to be an adults-only resort. Don’t get me wrong I love children, but I wanted a vacation where we weren’t hearing little ones yell for mommy or daddy, and I wanted to see what it was like to go to a restaurant, where there weren’t kids throwing tantrums or running up & down the aisles. Now as many of you already know, hubby and I stayed on the clothing optional side of the resort (ironically, one of the resorts I had originally tried to convince my darling husband to go to was Hedonism. I explained to him that there was a prude side we could stay on, and if we felt comfortable enough we could go to the non-prude side, but he said no, he wasn’t up to that right now).

So there we were on the clothing optional side (we hadn’t planned it, but the first room we were given was on the second floor, and there were too many stairs for me), approximately twenty feet from the beach, close to the bar and some to-die-for lamb chops. We had lounge chairs on our patio, lots of sun but also shade (necessary for when you run out of sunblock).

Now it didn’t take me long to drop the bathing suit for nudity, I blame out of whack perimenopause hormones for my lack of discretion, whereas it took my husband another day to drop his shorts. I believe he needed to see that there were no super models he had to compete with, one can only hold their tummy in for so long. Plus there is the manhood to consider, will it be up to snuff with everyone else. This is where hubby and I found there were two types of the male nudist, the ones that are nude all the time, and the ones that are only nude on vacation. The permanent nudists are shall I say, long and relaxed whereas the vacation nudists are mushroom caps, why? Well for the simple reason their manhood has been trapped in underwear its entire life. Now you know how to tell a non-nudist from a nudist.

I took this picture years ago at a provincial park we were camping at completely clothed

To go nude or not to go nude?

When I was in high school I purchased a very risqué bathing suit, to say the least my father was not impressed, whereas my mother gave me some slack and told him all the teenagers were wearing such suits.  The one piece suit was a pale yellow with a Vee-neck line, then lace starting just below the breasts and ending, well just in time not to show anything else. The back of the suit was pretty much just strings with a bit of material covering my butt. If you can visualize all of it, well what there was of it, then you can understand why my father was not pleased.

I had a lovely figure back then, before children of course and spent lots of time at the beach with girlfriends. We really didn’t go swimming, just walked along the sand in our suits. I remember we were chatting with two of the life guards, and poor young man was wearing a speedo. Now speedos are either the worst invention or the best invention. Either way, they certainly do not leave anything to the imagination and god help the guy who gets an erection, he pretty much has to go hide or think of his mother to calm himself down. Well, this poor guy saw my yellow suit and that was enough for him. I felt bad, for the exceptionally good looking guy, as he had to walk away and just stare out at Lake Ontario.

As the years went by, I became uncomfortable with my body, the weight I never lost after having my third child. Then I started perimenopause in my early forties, just enough to screw around with my hormones and change my way of thinking. Certainly I would love to lose weight and I do have a plan to tackle that issue, even so, I once again became comfortable in my skin.

Which brings me to our upcoming vacation in Jamaica. The adults only resort just happens to have a nude beach. Going topless is not an issue, but will I be comfortable enough to drop the bottoms and just relax in the sunshine? There is something to say about swimming in the buff, no restrictions, the freedom, it does feel great, but to go completely nude in front of others, hmmm. We will just have to wait and see. One thing I can say though, there will be no pictures, well unless they are for my husband’s eyes only.

Do you feel comfortable in your own skin for a nude beach?