atourist:I just quoted your statements and answered as I went along. I really like what you wrote. I hope that you give us a daily, practical report of yours and hers experiences.
“She could be said to be a willing but not keen naturist, who, unless I am setting the example, is never motivated to be nude herself (except every night in bed) and doesn't fully understand what motivates me. Even so, she is sometimes comfortable enough, when undressed, to relax, even in company, and even appreciates the practicalities of being unencumbered by pointless clothes in certain situations. She also (bless her) could see little point in arguing when I suggested that our first fortnight holiday away for twenty four years, as just a couple, really had to satisfy my long-time desire to go naturist. So she was happy to leave all the holiday arrangements to me.”
There is a practical need, if comfort and sanitation are needs. Being bound up for long periods are not good for genitals and those regions. If the area doesn’t breathe unhealthy bacteria forms and collects. Nudity has been called an air bath by great minds. It is obvious to anyone who disrobes for a short while. Bound up reduces sexual abilities, if studies on undergarments are correct. I put down a towel or just undo my kilt, sitting on it. I wouldn’t want to even imagine crossing country cooped up in cloths anymore.
As for nurturing your wife’s already well progressed attitude and natural inclinations, may I suggest one thing, which will create a shift in you both. Go to a place where you don’t wear clothes for three days, or more. A more accepting situation would be even better. When it is time to redress, the silliness and discomfort, and implacability of clothing are immediately apparent. Often with little coaxing, rebellion happens. There is a need and motivation.
“We had barely turned out of our street before I was on my mission to be bare. Off came my shoes, then my jeans, and I had already decided there would be no need for underwear throughout the whole of our holiday. Next I pulled my T-shirt over my head, which meant I wore only socks. Nude isn't nude unless you are barefoot, the small but significant act that rids you of the constraints of clothing and makes the final connection between the natural you and the natural world.”
Eyesup has it correct. Easy on, easy off.
“'I was nude outdoors in the neighbourhood for the first time in 55 years of living in my home town, and the simple pleasure was immediate.'
I quickly realised the likelihood of anything going wrong was actually extremely remote, just as others have pointed out.”
It is like a mother telling her child to wear clean underwear, “just in case you find yourself in an accident.” How many times do people have accidents? How many times does one get stopped by police? Just be prepared, you have that covered and no worries.
'It's true: not only could no one see whether I was nude as I sat in the passenger seat, but seeing into the car at night is difficult, even if you try. And why would they try? Nobody suspects that any one of the people in any one of the other cars is nude, so you are safe.'"
Nighttime is easy.
“Or surely “we are doing it for a bet" easily gets you off the hook if you aren't quick enough to cover up.”
Why a bet. Isn’t comfort excuse enough. Having a sexual interlude that would distract a driver is one thing, maybe reckless. Simple nudity is not even illegal where you are.
“After ten minutes we had left the town and were joining the motorway: three almost empty lanes, because of the hour, and populated mostly only by lonely lorries. As we overtook one and returned to the same lane, ahead of it, the driver inexplicably flashed his lights - perhaps as a signal that it was OK to rejoin our lane after passing him, which seemed unnecessary, or perhaps because he had looked down from his cab to see the passenger possibly nude. We will never know and it never mattered.”
Yep. Now, if he honked his horn and you heard a discussion about “beaver seat covers” (women only) on the CB radio, he isn’t upset. A simple towel to cover the crotch would suffice.
“It was remarkable how quickly the unique experience of nude motoring became normal, acceptable and comfortable. Almost as quickly it seemed practical and logical. Dressing to drive suddenly seemed pointless.”
‘Seemed” pointless? To my thinking, it Is purely pointless. Why would one wear clothing in an enclosed, climate controlled vehicle, other than to not be arrested for not harming anyone?
“…, but it had been such a pleasure that I didn't want it to stop.”
Umm hum….
"But I was wrong. The suggestion never came. Even she had apparently become a model of complacency about my crazy stunt, and even she had become partially accustomed to a scenario that, only half an hour earlier, she saw no sense in.
As for me: I have to admit to feeling what can only be described as exhilaration as we drove through the city streets, stopping twice at traffic lights while cars rolled by on either side, oblivious.”
Exhilaration tends to make one more aware and alert. I generally drive better nude.
“There is certainly a thrill in naturism for me, and a mild adrenalin rush that is so pleasurable that I sometimes fear it is for the wrong reasons. We often (me included) describe the pleasure of naturism as relief, release and a route to de-stressing, so should we be feeling exhilaration too? Should we really be enjoying the dare?”
I have redundantly espoused that EVERYTHING is better nude. Everything can be enhanced. There are just a couple of things, like screwing down a tin roof on a hot day, or some welding (wear an apron). There are personal dares in life, things that we must overcome, so what IS wrong with a dare that is not just stupid risky? Subversion, defiance, a hint of scandal and sauciness, secrecy are all enhanced. Spiritual experiences, social interaction, self-awareness, just taking one step after another can be experiences dramatically enhanced. We are here to merely experience life, that is our nature, viva la….
“I justify it by saying naturism is, above all else, an adventure. Just by removing your clothes in a situation where the world otherwise expects it, you are on an adventure, walking naked in a wilderness in the face of the petty and pointless constraints of a disconnected world. So a little extra adventure in the car is simply pushing the boundary a little further into the wilderness. Our only guilt should be that we think things through too much, rather than doing them, even when our instincts are telling us otherwise.”
Well put, thank-you.
“My wife, who shows small signs of 'getting' naturism and thunks of it as generally harmless, despite her natural inclination to see it as a needless wackiness that affects a tiny minority of people (and inconveniently including her husband), claims the last word as we leave the car behind us. It is not so much a word as a plea.
‘You're not going to get too obsessive about naturism on this holiday, are you?’
I am not making any promises. The naturist in me has waited a very long time for these chances and I am old enough to feel the terrible weight on my shoulders that comes with missed opportunity. We all know regrets about what we didn't do weigh far heavier than ones about what we did.
Like my clothes, I am aiming to lose my regrets as soon as possible, hopefully shedding all of them before I die.”
Me, too. I realized this when I was about 19 years old and it has always enhanced my life. Doing things that have passion always enhances.
Thank-you for a clear and honestly put post of some length. I hope that you two spend all the time possible nude on fantastic beaches, bump into many positive experiences on those beaches, and carry nudity over into your rooms, that you find romance amongst it and savor it all. As long as the Mrs. doesn’t get scared and the tempo is that of an adventure to share…I think I’m feeling envious…hmmm.
I published a carnuding handbook of sorts on my website. It has been one of the most read and commented posts there:
https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2015/09/25/carnuding-handbook-on-being-realistic-and-practical/ I suggest a flip through it, if you haven’t.
The laser light is a brilliant tool, but there is risk of blinding the other driver and causing an accident, if used in the field.
Knowing the local nudity laws and attitudes is a good thing to have in a back pocket.
Jbee