First Time
by: Newdist
After having eagerly anticipated this trip for months, the day finally came, July 14, 2001 that I would be making my first trip to a naturist camp. Before I left, I made the appropriate stops for last minute necessities such as money and sunscreen. Then I was on the road around 10:30.
From Virginia Beach, White Tail Park is about an hour long drive and I was happily making my way, speeding along the long road. Finally I got to the turn that leads to the park. Shoot, I missed it. Oh well, I just made a U-turn when I could (which took me about 2 miles, at the next light). Again, I made it to the turn and made the hard turn onto rte. 635. I traveled down the rural road for about a mile before coming to the road that led directly to the park.
I passed a car that was exiting from that road as I entered onto it. My nerves were getting shaky the closer that I got. When the gates were in my sights, I had to stop the car and take a couple of deep breaths before proceeding.
I chose this day because it was their open house in celebration of National Nude Week (which always falls on my birthday week) and as such, their main gate was open so I continued on. I was greeted about 50 feet in by a welcoming committee of 3 seasoned naturists, all naked of course. They checked my id and told me to proceed to the office. From there, I was escorted by the manager to the building (which I later found out was the recreation building) where I was to officially sign in.
Three unclad volunteers were sitting behind a table and we were told to fill out cards telling a little about ourselves (nothing too personal, just name, phone #, occupation, etc.). After we finished with that, we were given the official pamphlet for the park as well as more detailed information such as the rules, what WTP is all about, the rates, a map, etc. And one of the men went over the rules of the park with us (there was another newbie sitting next to me) before bringing a group of us into another room where we could watch a short film about the nude lifestyle.
It was just your basic movie but during its 20 minute duration, I couldn't help looking around especially when someone passed by the door. This was the first time that I had seen anyone else outside my family naked; and considering that the last time that I had seen any of them naked, except for quick glimpses such as right out of the shower, was when my brother, sister, and I were still preteens (that would be about 1985).
After the video, we were taken on a tour of the grounds by a resident of the park. The first place he showed us was the building we were in and what takes place there. Upon leaving, he told us that, since we were close to the parking lot, if any of us wanted to remove our clothes before continuing, we could, but no one took him up. So the tour continued with about seven of us, six still wearing clothes. He showed us the campsites and the proposed expansions that were to be taking place this fall-winter for next tourist season. And with all the free space they have, there is plenty of room.
The tour took about 10 minutes with his lengthy explanations of someone who was proud of his home. When it ended, he told us we could go look around without any pressure to undress unless we wanted to enter clothing-free areas of the park (i.e. the pool, the residential area, etc.)
I went straight back to my car and took my shoes and socks off before slathering the sunscreen on my pale body that burns easily. Next off was my shirt with the same sunscreen application. The shorts came last. Here I am, amongst naked people and I am still feeling weird taking my shorts off. That's how ingrained into my brain that the idea is. I could hear myself saying that it's illegal to be naked outside. I felt like I was doing something that could get me into trouble, but the other part of my rational brain told me that I was somewhere where this was allowed. I was now naked and applying the last of the sunscreen to the places that have never seen the sun before securing the things in my car, bringing my towel out and walking around.
I finally felt free and natural. All of the ideas of illicit nudity went out the window and there I was, walking with nothing on but my sunscreen and my towel around my shoulder (I regretted forgetting my sandals). The first place I went to was the place where a lot of people were gathered, the family pool. Unfortunately, on this wonderful clothes-free day (mild humidity and temps in the low 80s), this area was packed and there was not an empty seat to be found, so I just picked a spot of grass next to the door and laid my towel down there. I laid back and just took in the feeling of the slight breeze on the whole of my body and simply listened and watched everyone having fun in the nude.
Eventually, I showered and went into the pool. The water was a bit cold for my taste, but I just let my body adapt to the temperature. Though I was swimming without clothes, it didn't feel like I was skinny-dipping. It just felt like I was swimming; and watching as one of the children's games was going on in the pool where they were having raft races and trying to knock each other off an inflatable log. The laughter and cheers were reminiscent of any children's play, clothed or naked. They were very natural at naked play.
The rest of my day involved me looking around the facility, finding something to eat, and just doing whatever came to mind. I decided to leave at 6:00, having spent about six hours there. And boy, did I hate having to put my clothes back on. That was the worst part of my visit there.
Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to White Tail Park and plan to visit there again. And next time, maybe I can recruit a friend to accompany me because being a newcomer combined with my shyness, I really didn't make any friends. But who knows what's waiting for my next visit?