My wife and I have been social naturists for the past 15 years and have practised the liberating lifestyle at naturist resorts, clubs, beaches and waterfalls in over 10 countries to date. We continue to enjoy the exhilaration that naturism gives and the privilege of meeting likeminded people of many nationalities, ages and persuasions.
We cherish the memories of naturist incidents and the emotions that they evoke which we discuss as two broadminded adults.
One such incident took place while we were at a Naturist Lodge in Oregon USA. We had hired a cabin in the lodge. The camp offered a naturist forest trail that we set out to do one morning. Following the map instructions we both walked naked down the row of permanent naturist accommodations to the end of the road where the trail should have started. The forest was very overgrown and we could not find the designated start.
A clothed man of about our age came out of the last cabin and asked if he could help us. We said we were looking for the start of the forest trail. He replied that due to a landslip and overgrowth that this was now closed and that we best join the trail from the pond.
We continued to talk, us naked, him fully clothed. He asked where we were from, how long we had been practising naturism etc. We asked how long he had lived here and were there other naturist opportunities in the area that he knew of, etc.
All of a sudden I became aware that here were my wife and I, both totally stark naked, talking to a total stranger that was fully clothed. It wasn’t the total stranger part that caught my interest as much as the totally clothed part.
Despite naturist convention where one is only supposed to look a fellow naturist in the eye, all red blooded men will check out the assets on show of fellow naturist women and size up the male competition. Likewise, I know that my naked wife checks out all the naked males and will often point out to me or say Whoa there’s a good sized cock on that man or just look at the beautiful tits on that woman. It’s only natural.
Well the “Clothed Man” was certainly checking us out as visitors to the lodge. Not much to check out on me with my small white cock so his attention was diverted to my naked wife, her tanned bronzed body, large 38C cup tits and shaved pubis. She stood naked in almost humility before him as he looked and we continued to chat about this and that.
I suddenly found the situation most arousing and hoped that it wasn’t showing in my naked state. My mind imagined an ancient slave market, my naked wife having her assets on view for potential buyers to see and examine. An Arab slave dealer was showing off today’s wears, a naked white female slave. All my wife lacked was a slave ankle bracelet. How my imagine can run away with me to erotic benefit.
As we walked along the found forest trail I discussed my emotions and feelings to my wife and told her how raunchy I found the incident and asked her how she felt. She said that there was definitely electricity at the naked couple clothed man scene but she did not feel aroused more humbled in the “Clothed Man’s “ presence as if he had the high ground and she the low ground, that she was in supplication to him.
Now you’re probably wondering why I told the above incident and the feelings it aroused in both my wife and I. Well, that was a good ten years ago and just the other day we had the inverse situation. We were staying in a naturist lodge in New Zealand and had spent the morning in and around the swimming pool, tanning, swimming, reading and talking. At 11am we decided to go into the camp kitchen and make ourselves a cup of coffee. Both totally naked we were alone in the kitchen busy making ourselves a cup of coffee.
The female caretaker/camp cleaner came in and she was dressed in a floral halter top and skimpy shorts. She was well tanned, tall with a full body and good sized tits under that blouse. She was about half our age. Again we got chatting. Where are we from? That she was getting married in a few months with the ceremony at the naturist camp.etc.
Like any red blooded female she checked out the two naked visitors in her kitchen. A quick check out on what was on offer with the naked white male, a small white cock, nothing to get excited about the look of derision said.
As we continued to chat she discreetly checked out my naked wife with her bronzed all over tan and 38C cup tits. That took longer as there was more to see and admire. I noticed my wife became more animated pushing out her tits and casually opening her legs as she continued to chat to the clothed female caretaker who was checking out her naked body.
What was I experiencing? My small white cock shrunk back into the protective folds of my foreskin, I was not aroused but more humiliated being totally naked in front of this young clothed female. Was she the Arab slave trader and I was today’s wears? In this incident should I have been wearing the slave ankle bracelet?
Back at the pool it was my wife who raised the subject. She said she had found it extremely arousing to have a young clothed female check out her husband’s assets in no uncertain terms and that in her naked state she became very moist and hoped it did not show. She said that she did not want the erotic kitchen scene to end as she was becoming so horny.
When she asked me how I felt I said inferior and humiliated and not at all aroused. “I noticed by your retreated foreskin” she said. In this case the clothed caretaker definitely had the high ground, I had the low humiliated ground and my wife enjoyed the sensual ground.
Just all in a day’s experience for a practicing social naturist.