Being a bare practitioner (naturist/nudist) for almost my entire life, I admit that I have seen things that probably would be unbelievable to most of my faint-hearted textile (clothes wearing) acquaintances. Some may even being disgusted with such sights but I have no way of knowing what, exactly, they find disgusting: the nudity or the action. But I imagine it’s safe to think both. Narrow minds don’t tend see beyond their noses in order to pass judgment upon others.
But that is their particular problem and not mine. When a friend emailed me the images here, I thought it best to publish them sooner rather than later, therefore, the poem I had scheduled to publish today is now on the schedule for this upcoming Friday and the photos, or more appropriately, gifs, are posted here.
Often, we naturists/nudists swim nude (skinny-dip) whenever we have the opportunity. More likely than not, it’s spontaneous. In my own case, this sometimes presents the situation where I not only don’t have a swimsuit, but neither do I have a towel to dry myself off.
When I saw these images, I immediately thought of those occasions when I’ve found myself in an identical predicament. I’d skinny-dipped to cool off and relax forgetting the fact that I had nothing available to dry myself and needed to go about my business.
These gentlemen illustrate perfectly the creativity and resourcefulness of my fellow clothes-free enthusiasts in solving this dilemma. They shake themselves dry. An ideal solution to the problem of skinny-dipping without the luxury of time to allow the sun to dry ourselves off. How clever!