A Brief Naturist History of Jacord

I first started to think about Naturism after reading an article many years ago in the British 'Mail on Sunday, I think I was about 16. It was about a family camping in France at a couple of the Naturist centres there. I think it was La jenny and another one of the French Atlantic Coast. The article intrigued me and being a 16 years old Boy also turned me on slightly.  There was little I could do about this at the time. When I went to university and had access to the Net for the first time, I started to do a little research and subscribed to the  rec.nude Usenet group which at the time was slightly more friendly and less full of porn adverts. swingers, flamers, and Trolls. When I graduated in 1997 I again lost the ability to do research or just listen in on what was happening. That was about my limit for a few more years, until I got the Net at home in January 1999.

The only change having my own net connection made was I was freer to look at sites, and now also started to read uk.rec.naturist. I also sometime before August 2000, discovered www.nuff.org.uk. From there I found out about Studland beach. A friend of mine was working at one of the Holiday parks nearby that year as an Entertainer. So I arranged to visit him for a couple of weeks during August. Visiting Studland wasn't the sole reason but it was a fringe benefit. I wasn't sure how I would handle my first trip to a nude beach, but I thought at least I know some of the etiquette. Don't stare, don't sit too close to other groups, don't take a camera, one of my main concerns was that I would be though of as the typical gawking single males. I think that worried me more than the though of being nude in public. No one there would know me, and I would never see any of them again so why be embarrassed.

After 4 days in Poole, I told my friend I was going out for the day, took my shorts, towel and sun lotion and caught the bus to Sandbanks. Taking the Ferry over and walking along the beach gave me my first new experience. Women sunbathing topless, having never been out of the UK it was something new to me,  I carried on walking turned the edge of the beach and started walking down Studland bay. As I walked it was less crowded but more of the Women where topless, and I started seeing nude children. I though 'oh, well I guess the parents think its ok here' but I did wonder why they all just didn't move further down the beach. 

Then it was another of the big moments, my first naked person, I could not see much as I was still quite a way from the posts but I could tell they were naked. A few seconds later my first close up, a man sunbathing outside the 'posts' which I knew was wrong, finally the posts themselves and a whole sea of naked bodies. Which was nice to see, I had the courage to go to the beach but didn't want to be the only person there.

I walked a long by the sea until I found a space I liked the look of, not to close to anyone, but near a nice looking woman. I might as well be honest. At least half the reason of being there was to see some naked women. I took my towel out of my bag and sat on it. After about a minute I took my shirt and shoes off. Then my socks, and then paused. Now was the big moment, off came my trousers and underwear in one move. And I suddenly wondered what all the fuss was about. I carefully applied my sunscreen I didn't want to get burnt which normal happened when I have been out in the sun too long.

I then started to look round and take in the new experience. The woman I was near was tall, with blond hair and looked great. The reason I am describing her is I am sure she was on my teacher training course than I endured for about 10 weeks that autumn. I found out she had been working on the ecology boat based in Poole harbour. We never spoke about the beach and I am not completely sure it was her, but if it was not her, it was some one who looked a lot like her.

After about 3 hours it started to get cloudy, and rain slightly so I decided to end my first visit, I quickly got dressed and made me way back to my Friends flat. When he asked me where I had been, I paused for a second wondering if I should tell him. But in the end I told him everything. He was quite shocked and asked if I had been naked too, then just said, 'you better have a shower you must be covered in sand'. The reaction was better than I expected, I am not sure what I did expect, but I though at least a few 'How could you's'. Over the next few days my friend took great pleasure in telling almost everyone he knew at the holiday park that I had been to Studland. I was good to see that no one particularly cared or changed there opinion of me after hearing I had been there. I was a little disappointed that known of they would admit to having been there themselves other than a few to say they had gone for a Gawp once or twice.

So That was the first of many visits to Studland that Summer, and to other beaches subsequently.

2001,2002,2003,2004,2005, 2006

More to come soon.

Version 1.03  Updated 28th March 2006,  © Jacord 2004-2006