I think it started almost as soon as the hormones started raging in my teens, the first real nudist event I was involved in was streaking in High School. I was feeling restless one Sunday night, it was a warm summer night, and I decided a streak would make the evening, so I ********, walked out the door of the house, down the block, across the freeway, down two more blocks to the Albertsons at the far end of the Shopping center, they had already locked the one door for the night, I went in and was chased all around the perimeter by one of the Employees, got out alright, and all the way back home.
Years later in the service I was just getting out of Boot Camp in San Diego, and one of the guys in our unit took us to Blacks beach for the day, I had no idea that kind of place existed, but I took to it like a duck to water.
Then I moved to Portland, Or. and found Sauvie Island, with a gorgeous beach along the Columbia River, I used to drive out almost daily for a naked walk along the beach, and then go into work, I was so mellow after my walk, that nothing could rile me up, and I was about nut brown at the end of the summer, and thats saying alot for somone with auburn hair and freckles.
At this point in my life, I'd love to find a woman to share all the Naked Adventures I want to enjoy, together.