Nudist Jayne

This is a very interesting question. It’s quite hard to answer as those who struggle the most don’t even manage to go naked in public, I think many women fall into this category. But, I’m assuming you mean from those who have tried it, who struggles the most?

I think there is a lot of pressure on single guys and particularly younger single guys. I’ve met and chatted with lots on the beach. They want to try it and be accepted, they’re worried of being a single guy and how they are perceived, but they’re also not confident of their body yet. Most older guys seem to be much more confident with themselves and this shows in how they talk or act. Younger guys haven’t yet built this confidence.

Out of the younger guys (18+ to be clear), it sounds counterintuitive, but those with larger appendages actually seem less confident than the smaller guys. I’ve chatted with some who were very self conscious of their size and almost embarrassed by it. Maybe it comes down to them worrying about how they are perceived again. Maybe they worry about appearing more threatening. All penises move and change when naked, I have chatted with some guys who have been really nervous of it moving or growing whilst we’ve been chatting. I guess it affects the bigger guys as it’s more obvious maybe?

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I think there are two aspects here. One, a man’s size in his personal life and his partner’s life. To some women, privately, size might not matter. Or maybe it does. To each her own - we can all have our own preferences. In case you’re wondering, mine is only an inch or two if I’m walking along the beach, and grows to four inches. I’m pretty sure that’s fairly small. If I go to a nude beach with a woman I’m talking to and we see each other nude there for the first time, and if she’s surprised and tells me (as kindly as she can haha) that she doesn’t date guys with small appendages, that’s obviously fine. Thanks for letting me know - no reason we can’t be friends, right? Haha.

That’s actually what I’m getting at and that’s the second aspect - in my experiences, some women are reluctant or embarrassed to be seen, publicly, with a guy with a small package. I could tell you about the times I’ve been told my willy is not really proportionately sized with my sack (thin, short willy and long drooping sack), or that a woman’s lips are longer than me. Ha! Or the times when a woman who, upon getting nude with me when we arrive at the beach, basically has an “OMG” reaction and says she’s too embarrassed to lay out with me or go for walk along the beach with me…she had assumed I’d be at least average since I’m a nudist…lol. Does my social observation make sense? It’s like, I take care of myself, I’m fit, my appendage works just fine, and a woman might feel like it’s totally fine privately, but publicly, she doesn’t want others to know this guy she’s talking to has a small package. Some people might say that such women are vain or immature and not to even think about it. I get that. But it’s still interesting to me. It can be incredibly awkward, sometimes, for a woman and I to walk up to another person or group on the beach, or for me to do so alone - I’m clearly much smaller and it’s quite obvious. If I were to walk up to you on the beach, there’d be this big (lol) potential issue right in front of you.

If you were to keep the conversation going with me and seemed keen to chat, what’s the proper course for each of us in that scenario - should the woman acknowledge that she knows I know I’m small and am probably wondering if that’s ok, and tell me whether she’s ok with my size? Should I be direct and kind of comically acknowledge my size and ask her if she’s comfortable being seen with me?

Maybe you’re a woman who likes a man with a thin one inch appendage?! Ha! Maybe you wouldn’t mind being known as a woman whose partner is quite small?

It’d be funny if you actually had longer lips that could cover my appendage! I wouldn’t mind that at all.

These are some great questions and i'm glad someone had the confidence to bring it up, i think most in your situation walking around with only an inch would be too shy to talk about it. I feel a lot of men worry about their willy and comparing it with others. I think it's also a bit of a cultural expectation for small guys to be scoffed at or even laughed at too. I've certainly read blogs which have detailed seeing a small willy on the beach and having a laugh about it with friends or partners. I've also experienced it personally too. In reality i think some women are just cautious about admitting publically about liking or even preferring smaller guys. I will openly admit i like them and have always wanted to be joined by a guy with a small willy on the beach. It would be a unique and authentic experience and i've always enjoyed authentic men who are unafraid of showing off a tiny willy. In fact it would create quite a visible asymmetry. When i walk along the beach my large breasts bounce about quite a lot, your little willy would be jiggling along beside me. I wouldn't feel ashamed walking around and having others see us together, i would be happy and proud of your little guy.

You do sound pretty small and I bet it’s been hard to get women to go to the nude beach with you or even dating sometimes?

I’ve been more drawn to below-average men, or dare I say men with really small willies recently as I've seen quite a few on the beach.

I’d say just do it! Don’t waste any time and just try it. My first proper nudist trip was in my late teens, I’d found the beach on some nudist website and booked a campsite nearby for a few days. It was super scary but opened up a whole new world. You won’t know properly if it’s for you until you give it a go and I think for those who have the confidence to try there’s no looking back!

This is a continuation of my beach experience with friends (below).

After standing around topless for a little while I had noticed a fair bit of attention. It’s a very unusual occurrence on UK beaches so I think quite a few were curious about my state of undress. Whilst I wasn’t embarrassed by it I didn’t want to cause a scene or have any issues so I decided to sit down again and return to my book. My friends by now couldn’t avoid the situation either, it had gone from a causal lean to being stood up for all to see. One of them asked how I could be so open about things and if it felt a bit weird with everyone seeing me. We talked a little about it, I explained it was just part of my body and that guys could be topless so why couldn’t we? I said they should try it too but they didn’t seem very keen at taking up the offer. It was a bit of a shame as I’d been hoping one in particular might have had the courage to join in.

I continued reading for a while, but decided I wasn’t going to be careful about hiding my breasts. I lent on my front, laid on my back and also sat up for a bit too. My friends were still a little quizzical and unsure about it and one of them pointed out a guy who had moved very close to us and was taking pictures of our group. They were worried that he’d have pictures of me topless. It’s a bit of a funny one as I’ve had it happen a few times before on nudist beaches. I’ve looked into it and there’s technically nothing wrong with it. They haven’t followed me or been threatening, just taking pictures (whilst extremely weird) isn’t illegal and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. I turned around to face him and gave him a bit of a stare and he put his phone down and stopped. I hadn’t expected this but at least he seemed to have some scruples, my friends were impressed that I’d ‘confronted’ him in some way.

Some of the group decided to go for a paddle in the water and as it was getting really hot now I decided to join them too. I’d previously packed my bikini top away in my bag so I wasn’t tempted to cover up at any point. I stood up and one of the girls reminded me not to forget my top. I replied saying I don’t need it and started walking off. There were definitely some surprised looks on their faces as they started to realise I didn’t actually care about being seen like this. We were only about 30 meters from the sea so we picked our way through the other people and groups on the beach as we made our way to the water. It was pretty cold so I started just up to my knees whilst chatting with friends as we acclimatised to the temperature. There were plenty of others also swimming and walking about in the shallows too. After a few minutes I took the plunge and went in fully. I love swimming so I swam up and down a little and out a little further than the rest as well. It was refreshing and exhilarating to be in the sea and even better that I could enjoy it mostly unencumbered by clothes.

I headed back in to about waist height and walked back through the sea towards my friends a little further along. I passed two guys who were having a very loud conversation about me. I didn’t catch it all but the one phrase I did hear was “she won’t need a floatation device” followed by lots of laughter. They said it very loudly as I was just passing them. I can only assume they were trying to embarrass me somewhat. I did my very best not to appear embarrassed at all, I just turned around and looked at them. They continued laughing so I carried on walking and just ignored them. I’m glad it was a hot and sunny day as my slightly red face as I reached my friends didn’t seem out of place. We played a little more in the shallows then one friend went for a stroll along the beach, while the rest went back to the towels. I went for another swim as I don’t get the opportunity as much as I would like.

I swam about for quite a while and found I’d drifted maybe 100 meters along the beach. I swam to the shore so I could walk back up towards my friends. As I started walking I noticed the photo guy from earlier was stood on the beach staring right at me (phone in hand). We were quite away from our beach spot so he must have followed me here. I wasn’t too worried he would do anything as the beach was packed and everyone would have seen. But it did make me a little uncomfortable as he’d clearly been using his phone to photo or video me. I decided to return to the water a little and walk back at about thigh height. This meant I could keep my distance and made me feel a little better. I made sure not to hurry or make it seem like I was the slightest bit concerned and soon I was back with my friends and drying off in the sunshine on my towel. The creepy guy had also returned to his spot. He didn’t cause any more hassle and I didn’t see his phone again so I guess he got his fix and got bored.

I've not mentioned much about sharing nudism with friends and thats because most of my friends don't know about it. I had a trip last year with some uni friends and was able to give them a small gimpse into my world.

A mixed group of five of us meet up fairly regularly and on this occasion we decided to have a beach trip. One of the friends lives towards the east of the UK, so we decided to visit Cromer beach. It's quite a typical English beach with a pier, fish and chip shops, arcades, cafes, and tourist shops. I decided I wanted to try going topless with them, it felt awkward to ask and I wanted it to appear more natural and spur of the moment. I didn't come up with a game plan and just decided to see how things went at the time. We got there about 11am, it was a really warm day and plenty of people had the same idea. We setup on the beach a couple of hundred meters from the pier and everyone stripped straight to swimwear as it was already getting hot. We settled in, chatted, sun-lotioned and relaxed. I'd been sunbathing lying on my back for a little (quite concerned about developing tanlines) and decided to roll onto my front. This was the perfect opportunity to undo my bikini straps, a fairly common occurance and no suspision so far so I decided to push things a little. I rolled slighty onto my right side and delved into my bag for some water whilst lifting my left breast off my abandonned bikini top and revealing it to everyone nearby. It wasn't a massive or obvious flash but it didn't go unnoticed. I went on to read a little so i could prop myself up on my elbows, this was specifically so i could lift both breasts off my beach towel as much as i wanted whilst appearing to be innocently reading. Again it was nothing dramatic but everyone in the vicinity could probably tell I wasn't very concerned about showing myself. I continued taking drinks and reading like this so the extended flashes of my breasts seemed quite normal - I don't know if this worked, but it made sense to me at the time. My two male friends had definitey noticed.

We'd been there about an hour when someone mentioned food. We'd all bought various picnic foods and some of them started to spread everything out on a sand-free towel. Everyone started tucking in and I appeard to be absorbed in my book. I wasn't actually reading a word but waiting for them to be focused on food and plucking up the courage to make my next move. I took a breath and rolled fully onto my side facing the group (and the food in the middle). I reached over and started helping myself trying to appear as casual as possible. They all noticed as we were in a vague circle, but nobody said anything, just some lingering views. It was quite busy by now and I hadn't even thought about other beach goers but some of them definitely saw. I stayed on my side and whilst I was topless I kept quite a low profile, trying not to attract attention. As everyone finished eating some of them started packing the food away. I sat up and helped out feeling quite bold by now.

It's probably worth pointing out for anyone not from the UK that going topless on beaches over here is never done. Feel free to comment, but I've not really seen others do it on the regular beaches I've been to. Me sitting up like this was quite a big thing, but I continued to act completely unphased by it and as if it were perfectly normal. The only comment from my friends had been to ask if i was particularly warm, and to joke about tanlines. Nothing off-putting anyway, I think they were trying to be respectful, they're quite a liberal bunch on the whole and they know I'm quite a free spirit, so it wasn't terribly out of character.

Once we finished eating, two of them went for a walk down the beach. I decided to push it further, so I stood up wearing only my bikini bottoms. I took the opportunity to pack away my bikini top so there was no easy option to cover up if I wanted to. I didn't walk around, just stood there stretching and taking in the view. It was a lovey day and there was a great view of the beach and out to sea. I stood there stretching and gently moving about for about 5 minutes maybe, it felt much longer and by now I had noticed a significant amount of attention from those nearby. Whilst I'd noticed it I didn't let it put me off I was just aware of it. The sun and breeze on my body felt amazing, maybe even more than usual as it was somewhere I wouldn't normally get to enjoy.

I’ve been asked if I can tell more about my previous holiday in Spain where I went topless at the pool with a guy I met on holiday. It's when I was younger and went on holiday with my family before I was really a nudist, so one of my earlier nude experiences. It’s a few posts down if you want to catch up. So we’d managed a pretty successful trip to the pool where I’d managed to spend most of the time there topless. He’d been quite nervous about it but didn’t freak out and coped pretty well.

We always went camping in Spain for three weeks at a time and this family we’d got friendly with were there for two weeks, so we spent quite a while getting to know them and became quite friendly by the end of the holiday. Shortly after the shared pool experience I found myself alone for the day. My family had gone off for a drive into the hills to explore the untouristy parts. I’d normally have joined them, but very much enjoyed my personal space at the time and it gave me almost a whole day to have some peace and quiet.

My family left pretty early and I’d stayed in bed in the tent. My parents slept in the caravan and we also had a small tent so the five of us had a little more space. They left early and it wasn’t long before it got too hot and stuffy in the tent and I needed to get out. I sleep naked so popped a t-shirt on and went into the caravan awning. I took down the front of the awning to keep it cool and sat out on a deckchair in the sun eating some breakfast and reading my book. It was quite quiet on the campsite but a steady trail of people made their way to the wash blocks nearby. Sitting as I was I felt pretty comfortable that nobody could see anything even though I was just in a t-shirt.

The friendly family opposite had started getting up and the mum gave me a wave, some of them went to the wash blocks and I had a little chat with them as they passed me. None of them noticed my lack of clothing as I was able to stay seated and bikini bottoms or equivalent would have been perfectly acceptable had I been wearing any. A short while later the dad came over and asked if he could borrow some sugar. There is a shop on the campsite but it’s very busy, quite pricy and probably a mile walk away so I can see why he asked. I was in a bit of a tricky situation as I couldn’t say no and I didn’t have anything handy to cover myself better. I also didn’t want to go and grab a towel or anything as it would highlight my lack of clothing so I just had to hope he didn’t notice. I got up from the deckchair and headed into the awning, most of our food was kept out there and I got a spare bag of sugar from a big storage box on the floor. I walked back over and gave it to him, we had a little chat, he thanked me and went back to their pitch. Standing facing him wasn’t too bad as I’m confident I was covered, but when facing away and whilst hunting in the box I’m sure a large part of my bum was on display. I have no idea whether he could tell if I had anything on underneath or not but he certainly didn’t say anything about it which I was very grateful for as I would have been mortified! I checked later on inside the privacy of the caravan and decided that the only way he wouldn’t have noticed is if he wasn’t watching me get the sugar at all. I came to the conclusion that he probably did realise and I felt suddenly embarrassed at how I must have looked to him.

After the sugar event I decided to go to the beach, I went inside and changed into my bikini and departed for the beach. My family were out so I had completely freedom to be topless. I didn’t hang about and was soon enjoying the sun and breeze on my breasts whilst I read my book. I spent a couple of hours there and by lunchtime it was very warm and I was quite hungry. So I returned to the pitch for some food. Wearing a bikini was normal attire wherever you were on the campsite so it wasn’t an issue walking around or even preparing and eating lunch outside the caravan. I grabbed the usual light lunch from inside the caravan (baguette with cheeses, hams, salad etc) and sat out to eat and read again. I picked a slightly more shady spot this time with some dappled sunlight from the trees. It was warm but I was a little more protected from the sunlight as I finished my lunch. My family would be back in a few hours and I really wanted to make the most of them being away. The family opposite were also out so it was an ideal opportunity to be a little more daring and go topless whilst sat reading on a chair. Swimwear was regular attire around the site but I hadn’t really seen anyone else sunbathing like this on their pitch. I decided it wasn’t really any different to being on the beach which was only a hundred meters away and nobody I knew would be able to see me. For some reason I’ve always found it easier to be seen nude by strangers than by friends or family. It sounds a little counterintuitive but I’ve always had a little more confidence amongst strangers. I moved into a slightly sunnier spot, took a deep breath and removed my bikini top, throwing it into the open caravan awning. Sitting at the pitch like this was very exciting for me. Being by the road there was a steady stream of people now walking up and down as they headed to the beach or the wash blocks, many of them noticed and saw me. I even had the confidence to walk to the caravan for a drink at one point without covering up which I was very proud of.

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The Summer of 2022 brought a couple of extremely hot spells. With the soaring temperatures and a day off I decided to take a drive to the Peak District and did a walk not far from Three Shires Head (a well known beauty spot characterised by winding rivers, mini waterfalls and small pools. I managed to get away from the crowds and found a quiet spot to lay in the sun.  After a short while of sunbathing at a secluded, quiet spot, the temptation took me and I stripped off and submerged myself into the cool water. The feeling was one of exhilaration and a little bit of smugness too as I couldn’t think of a better way to enjoy the sweltering sunny conditions. I looked around and not a soul could see me. 

After a few minutes of in the cool water I made my way to the river bank near where my clothes were laid out. I perched on the river bank and the water bobbed up and down a little reaching about waist height or a little below. I looked up and noticed a small group ambling vaguely in my direction,  as they were paddling in the shallower part of the river downstream. I immediately became fully aware that I was nude (albeit partly covered by the water) and of course to unsuspecting members of the public this sort of activity is quite unusual, my heart started to race a little. I could see and hear that they were getting closer -  they seemed to be in good spirits and were seemingly becoming increasingly amused. At this moment I considered getting out and covering myself up – I didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. As I looked over I could now see that the little group was three girls and a guy. Their joviality and giggling got louder and the atmosphere felt relaxed… I decided to stay as I was as the relaxed atmosphere made me feel less self conscious. By this time the group could also see that I was fully  naked and one of the girls struck up conversation with me after I smiled. We remarked on what a lovely spot we’d found and the group continued further past my spot but as they were passing by a couple of them started to find it a little difficult to keep their balance on the rocks, perhaps fair to say that all four of them were somewhat distracted. The group continued about 40 yards further on and they began taking some photos of each other. The laughter continued and they seemed to be having a good time. What happened next was a little unexpected, the blonde girl took off her top and posed topless for a few pictures and then one of her friends followed suit and did the same. The group looked back over towards me and at this point I was beaming. Of course the view I had was enjoyable but the sense of fun and freedom in a random beauty spot in buttoned up old England was great too and it felt like that feeling was shared by all of us.

A few minutes later the group headed back my way and our paths crossed once again. I asked one of the girls to get a pic of me (enclosed in this post)  and she was more than happy to do so. The giggly guy in the group then suggested I had a photo with the girls to which I agreed. The girls were once again covered up so for a bit of fun and sensing their nudist curiosity I decided to politely enquire whether their bikini tops would be staying on. After only a brief moment of hesitancy, the two girls I was posing with whipped off their tops. I was stood fully naked and the group of girls (I’d never met before today) topless as we had a few final pics together.

At this moment one of the group noticed that a family started to become visible in the distance and this was our cue to cover up and go our separate ways. What a joyful, cheeky and fun naked experience.

Hi Steve, yes I’m still here and very happy they’ve finally relaxed the nudity rules.

Hi, yes they removed quite a few of my pictures but this one seems to have been allowed which is very surprising. I keep expecting it to have been removed every time I check. As for the paint it’s actually mud from a spa treatment (not just regular mud of course)! Maybe is covers me enough for tumblr to be confused?

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