I have been calling myself and thinking of myself as a naturist for about 5 or 6 years now. However looking back despite not identifying myself as a naturist before then I was and I think I’ve always had a desire to live part of my life free from clothing.
I started spending time at home when I was alone nude when I was in my early 20s (so 20 plus years ago) and I had an irresistible urge to be nude outdoors too although it would be quite a few years before I was able to satisfy that urge. That happened about 10-12 years ago.
I was on holiday with my wife and her parents. We were staying in a rented villa which was a bit outside of the local town and was completely secluded with no-one able to see into the garden. I really wanted to take a skinny dip in the pool but my in-laws would never go out and leave us on our own and I wasn’t about to strip down in front of them. One day I decided to go for a walk on the local forest paths and tracks on my own. I was out in the sun enjoying my walk and a realised that there was absolutely no one else around. No one else on the paths and no way anyone could see me. Stripping off and enjoying the hot sun in my skin was a fabulous, life changing experience. It felt so good and I walked along the paths enjoying the scenery for about 40 to 50 minutes before I decided I needed to return and put my clothes back on. But I was hooked and was desperate to find other opportunities to enjoy the great outdoors in the nude.
At the time I still wouldn’t have called myself a naturist but it was certainly the start of my journey towards that