"....She set her towel down on a bench, and my stomach practically fell away as she pulled the straps from her shoulders and began peeling off her swimsuit. When her breasts came into view I could only admire the way they seemed to flow naturally from her slender, athletic figure. They weren't small, but they didn't hang apart from her torso either. Her whole body was shapely but compact that way, the form of a true athlete...."
"....Our guide pointed to a spot in the line of trees and we passed through to wonderland. There were at least 100 naked young women and men swimming or lying in the sun on the rock ledge above the river. People were relaxing, conversing, tubing down the river, jumping into the river from the rock ledge – all very normal activities but done completely in the nude.
We recognized some of the young women we met at the farm, now undressed and looking fabulous. They said the water was fine but a bit cold and invited us to jump in with them. It took my brother and I a split second to shed our mother’s Victorian ideals along with our clothes and join them in a leap from the ledge into the cool, inviting waters of the Ammonoosuc. We spent the next several hours swimming and lying in the sun, aware of our bodies but not shy or ashamed. The spirit of the Summer of Love reigned and everyone enjoyed...."
"...I followed Shelley along the path and when we got about 30 feet from the garden entrance, she stopped, turned towards me and looked me squarely in the eye. She began unbuttoning her dress, a light summery thing with a V~neck, a top button over her breastbone and a short~ish skirt, one piece. As she unbuttoned, she continued looking at me. Her dress, small as it was, made a little pile at her feet and she stepped away from it, clad only in a skimpy brassiere and panties. I could was aware through the sheerness of the panties a dark bush covering her Mons. She pulled down the panties, her eyes locked on mine, preventing me from looking down at what she was exposing. She was wearing nothing but a bra and a sweet, mischievous smile. Then she reached around behind and unhooked. Her arms slid out through the straps and she was naked before me, and she posed gracefully, still smiling, but inviting me to look. She turned and walked through the garden gate, her clothes remaining on the ground, her ass and legs slightly jiggling as she walked to the gate, opened it, stepped through and held the door for me...."
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".... She lingered near the edge and I could tell that something was on her mind. I asked her to come in and she said, "Ok, only if I can swim like I do in my country". I agreed, but didn't fully understand what that meant until she proceeded to take off her top. Good thing I wasn't in the deep end, or I'm sure I would have began to sink. Her breasts were full and perfectly rounded with small dark nipples. At that very moment my entire view of women changed. This wasn't an accident, she had chosen to share this with me, but didn't stop there. She removed her bottoms and stood on the first step of the pool, even closer to me. Her legs formed a "V' that was topped with a narrow strip of neatly kept dark hair. She adjusted to the cool water and I watched intently until she dove in after me. We splashed and played in the pool for 2 hours and I would sneak peaks of her body underwater when I would dive down to retrieve pool toys. I know she knew I was looking at her and...."
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..."How's that'" she said, beaming with a shy, somewhat sly, grin.
The overalls which laid around her ankles, made a very sexy, and also humorous, depiction in the viewfinder. I got it all.
She stepped free of the clothing, shed the blouse and unveiled a perfect body in all its natural beauty. Her hips flowed evenly off her torso, her legs were firm and athletic, her breasts provided a perfect accent to her upper body, '... and no tan lines...
I was quite surprised when he finally told me it was nude run.
I went down to a shower room knowing I had to shower before using a hot tub. Yes, I was able to do it. All of my clothes were in my bag. As I had entered the room I could hear that someone was in the shower but the curtain the closed. Finally a pretty natural blond in her early thirties stepped out. I lost control of my body and had to use a towel to cover myself because I was in an unacceptable configuration for public view...
"... if she would stand up straight, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I then got up and looked at her in the mirror. I described all the wonderful things about her body, her perfectly proportioned large breasts, her tummy, and her beautiful hips. She told me that she wished she could see herself through my eyes. I smiled and said she could, with my camera. She smiled and agreed that I ought to take pictures of her.
Not caring about background or composition, I took some pictures of her with her digital camera. They were mostly of her laying on her bed naked, stretching, and looking cute with the morning sun causing shadows to dance on her.
I remembered how beautiful she looked whenever we would snuggle in the morning. She would turn towards me and her breasts would lay, one atop the other, in a most delightful way. I wanted to capture that moment on "film" and attempted to pose her in the way that I remembered. Comically, she lay sideways and tried to mash her breasts together, struggling to follow my poor instructions.
We were starting to get frustrated, as I could not convey exactly what I meant, when I had an idea. I told her that we ought to take a break and just cuddle for a bit. Right as I said that, she relaxed, rolled over to me and looked up into my eyes. Perfect! That was the exact beautiful picture that I saw every morning! I whispered to her, telling her not to move. I grabbed my camera and took the picture.
Afterwards, Kristi looked through the pictures, squealing with delight and declared, with excitement, "Look Jim! I'm sexy!" I laughed loudly and told her that I had been telling her that every day! She smiled and said, "I know, but now I can see it."
I enjoyed the pictures so much that I showed them (with permission, of course) to a mutual female friend of ours. Our friend, Claire, looked over the pictures and commented on how beautiful Kristi's skin was and how lovely she looked. I agreed and, jokingly, told Claire that whenever she was ready, I would take her nude portrait as well. I fully expected to get a playful hit, but she just kept smiling and looked through the pictures again.
A couple of weeks later, after returning from the movies, Kristi and I drove Claire home. After a lapse in conversation, Claire said suddenly, "Well, I'm ready for my photo shoot." I didn't understand her at first and then, after figuring it out, was completely shocked. I hid my astonishment quickly by saying that we would talk about it later. After dropping her off, I turned to my girlfriend and asked her what she thought of it. She told me to let her consider it and, two weeks later, said, "I know you are very professional and I know you will do a good job. Have fun." Huh! My girlfriend was going to let me take nude pictures of another woman. Alright, hopefully I'll do a good job, I thought.
The day came and, after much preparation, more study, and a better camera (a digital SLR) I found myself in my room, with good natural light, and my good friend in a robe. After going through what we would do, I asked her if she was ready. She said she was. I told her to remove her robe and we would begin shooting.
Claire was a very lovely, very athletic girl. I had seen her in tight clothing before, but never nude. I had also never taken pictures of a woman with whom I was not intimate. When Claire took off her robe, I was awestruck. I quickly looked down at my camera and told myself, "Just start taking pictures. Just remember your training and start taking pictures."
I moved her over into the light and started taking pictures. When I'm nervous, as I was, I make jokes. And when many women are nervous, as Claire was since she had never had nude pictures taken, they start laughing. So there I was, making jokes with Clair laughing, and again I became awestruck as her breasts started bouncing to her laughter! I wasn't sure if I could maintain my composure, but then a wonderful thing happened. After taking several pictures and viewing Claire nude, a sense of normalcy formed. Claire relaxed and I began paying more attention to composure and lighting than to the fact that my friend was without clothes. After a pleasant and comfortable hour or so, we were finished.
I viewed, cropped, and edited (for lighting) the pictures and presented them to her. She enjoyed them very much. Kristi took a look at them and was amazed at how beautiful Claire was and..."
" ... Janet skating naked on that pond in the afternoon sun was truly a sight to die for. I had to stop and catch my breath before I had the presence of mind to pick up my camera and start shooting. Her fair complexion contrasted breathtakingly with her glossy black hair, the dark coral-colored nipples of her breasts and her dark pubic hair. Her whole upper body perfectly complemented her long graceful athletic legs. The maneuvers that she executed now were even more involved that those she had done earlier, and if she had seemed gravity defying before, she seemed absolutely supernatural now. She seemed to float on air. I shot more slowly this time, taking more time between exposures, but Janet didn't seem to mind, didn't seem to tire. She came across as exuberance incarnate.
After I had used up my last roll of film, Janet said "There is one more thing that I would like you to try." She skated over to the bench to where her clothes lay and picked up a canister that I had not noticed before. The canister contained a roll of infrared film. "Let's see what we can come up with using this!"
I had never done any work with infrared film before, but I certainly was willing to give it a try. The result added a whole new dimension to my photography. The effect of a nude body in a cold environment on infrared film has to be seen to be appreciated. The contrasting light and dark silhouettes have an effect that is absolutely surreal.
After all the exposures on the infrared film had been used Janet said "We have had a nice productive photo shoot, now let's... "
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The photos in this set are deeply classical. Anja poses for us on the beach in her birthdaysuit, and what a beauty of a suit it is! Anja is the epitome of youthful feminine excellence. Every part of her young body - her budding breasts, her ripe sexual flower, her brown and supple skin - ripples with coming-into-womanhood energy. To touch such a creature would surely immortalize any desire.
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I know, I don't update this blog as often as I should (every week) and when I do, I only pick one of the newsletters already published to quote a lil piece and give you all a link to read the full newsletter. I guess you guys and girls are smart enough to find the rest of the newsletters on the site yourselves. Anyways, while reading through them, I could not resist to also include this one today, since it realy sounds like so much fun! Anyways, I've wasted enough of your time, read on and discover for yourselves... 
"... She said "Women can only be free to be topless if men stop being turned on by breasts. They have to realize that breasts are completely non-sexual. We're going to have to completely change men's attitudes."
This didn't sound quite right to me. I voiced my objection. "Is it really all the fault of men? Don't both sexes share similar attitudes? Aren't lesbian women in our culture turned on by breasts? Remember that is was a woman who called the police to have Gwen Jacob arrested. Many of the movements protesting against public toplessness are being led by women."
Marta added some support, "Yes, remember how there used to be lots of women who didn't think that women should vote?"
"I know that women share those beliefs too," said Danielle, "but it's our culture that's all wrong. In other cultures, people aren't aroused or excited by the sight of breasts at all."
I still felt there was something inappropriate about her position. I said, "Is it really wrong for us to consider breasts sexy? Even if there are cultures that don't think that way, who says that they are right and we are wrong? Do we have to completely de-sexualize breasts in order for there to be equality between sexes? I think men and women can be different, yet still equal under the law. Do we have to punish ourselves for feeling any enjoyment at the sight of breasts?"
"Look it's just science, "said Danielle as she pulled off her shirt. Her bare breasts wobbled into view. I felt an unavoidable sense of delight, which seemed to only confirm the thoughts I was articulating. The breasts were of medium proportions, curved in a gentle slope so that the nipples pointed slightly upward. She pointed to the rounded underside and said, "these are just swollen glands."
"And this," she touched her finger to the delicate nipple, "is just a feeding mechanism for the young. These are not sex organs and should never be considered sexual."
Marta removed her own shirt and I was once again unable to prevent myself from feeling a sudden jolt of happiness of her small, yet wonderfully round breasts. She spoke thoughtfully, "but you know that women and gay men are turned on by seeing men's chests. Lots of body parts are sexy: eyes, hair, legs. We don't make people cover up those things. People should feel free to be sexy without shame."
Danielle was persistent, "We have to get people to stop going crazy over breasts, or we'll never be equal. With the proper change in attitude our culture can free itself from this obsession."
At this moment another participant joined our debate. Isabella was a charming woman of Brazilian origin. She spoke to Danielle. "Darling it's impossible to make people feel completely neutral about breasts." To punctuate her point, she removed her blouse. Large breasts were held in place by a big and powerful bra. "Just watch his reaction," she said as she released the bra's clasps and nodded in my direction.
Her bountiful brown breasts were released from the tight restraint so that they were able to swing playfully before us. I tried ..."
"... I can still remember my heart racing when I realised that Janet, a girl in the cast of about 18, had taken her top off and was slipping into a smock right next to me. This almost floored me but I didn't flinch. When I turned around though I saw Kay fully naked from the back and another guy and girl half naked and putting on their tights. Janet noticed me and said, "oh we're one big happy family in the theatre". Not being out-done was everything to this group of kids so I stripped down calmly to my underpants while facing the group and put my costume on without a word.
I soon realised that what everyone really liked was dressing up and being "real" actors. The guys would sit around smoking and just wearing their leggings and chatting as casually as ever to the girls who would spend ages doing their makeup, hair and changing into their costumes.
The first and last change, each night involved almost all of them getting completely nude so they could pull on their tights or fish-nets ..."
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"... After a few moments, my fears melted away, I saw that this was something altogether different than porn. Nudity of course, and plenty of it, but not porn. He explained to me that Domai is simply a place to show and share the beauty that God had created in the women whose photos are there. Simple beauty. Not too made-up, not really provocative, except in the sense of provoking admiration at the beauty.
I saw a few women whose bodies seemed to me about as perfect as a body can be. But one thing hooked me: Most women on the website have real beauty, and lots of it, but not what the world would consider 'PERFECT' beauty. So I wasn't intimidated! I suprised myself in this. The truth is that we come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes. Some are a little tall, or short, a little on the heavy side or the slim side. Some have fantastic eyes, or hips, or breasts, or lips or a wonderful nose. But not many of us have what the world would see as the 'perfect package'. The more I visited your website, the more I noticed that seeing your 'Domai girls' makes me feel more comfortable with my own body, my own beauty. It is so liberating!
And the other thing I noticed: the smiles. I think it is so incredible that a woman can stand or lay totally naked and look into a camera and smile a natural smile. They are so brave! And they don't have a "let me seduce you" sort of smile. It's more of a "I-enjoy-my-body-and-I-am-happy-if-you-do-too!" sort of smile. I know I'm not fully there quite yet. But I think this is a goal worth the effort of shooting for!
I am on my way to reaching that goal! After nearly 6 weeks of just looking at your website, I finally got up the courage to ask my boyfriend, (who is good with his camera), if he would be willing to take some pictures of me naked..."
"It was my first visit to one of the infamous "nude beaches" in northern California. Having hitchhiked over, and wearing jeans and t-shirts, my friend and I felt very out of place on the sparsely populated beach, but neither of us was brave enough to drop our clothes too. As we walked self consciously along the sandy shore on this mildly overcast day, we came upon a vision that would burn into my memory with such clarity, that today, over 30 years later, I still see it as vividly and clearly as I remembered it later that night.
The lady was on horseback, in front of us about half a football field away, and was riding slowly toward us a few feet up from the gentle surf. She had long, slightly wavy brunette hair hanging about her back and shoulders that danced lightly on her chest, above and around her bare breasts. She rode a chestnut colored mare and wore nothing. She held the reigns lightly, almost nonchalantly and as she came into fuller view, I took in the whole vision in stunned awe.
She had larger breasts than some of the few women we had seen as we sauntered up the beach that afternoon. They hung ever so naturally as they gently bounced and moved with the horse's rhythm. Her nipples were about the size of silver dollars and pigmented a dark pink color, which made them stand out in contrast with her white, just ever so slightly tanned skin. She was not slender, but not heavy either and her well balanced proportions were very pleasing to the eye of a young teenager! An untrimmed patch of brown hair adorned her pelvis between smooth toned thighs and it moved forward and back with the rythm of the horse. Her pretty face had a kind of Ali McGraw look, but not quite as heavy in the eyebrows, with a high forehead and cheekbones, full lips and graceful jaw line. She rode leisurely and I watched her casually take in the scenery as she sat back easy in the saddle, barely giving us a glance.
As she came closer, and on our left now, my eye continued to travel down her curving waistline, rounded hips and shapely leg to her bare foot within the leather stirrup at the horses side. Totally naked right down to the toes! Unbelievable! (The closest resemblance to her can be found by checking the photos of Sascha. Take a look, and imagine one of her nude on horseback-and imagine yourself being a young teenager seeing that sight for the first time.)
Wishing, at that point, that somehow she would stop and allow us to absorb her beauty for the longest time possible, another lucky break was about to happen.
There was a guy, maybe mid 20's, in jeans, dark t-shirt and dark jacket and boots off to our right who was walking along near the cliffs. She saw him, apparently recognized him and called out to him. As he walked over and they began to engage in conversation we saw our opportunity to hang around and "innocently check out the surf and the scene". Thankfully, neither of the two seemed to notice us, and we milled around the area (never more that 10 feet away) and took in our full eyeful of her as they talked. We stayed for almost half an hour. It was great!
As they conversed, I was struck by the contrast. She was stark naked looking down at him from her perch. He was fully clothed. But both of them carried on a conversation as if they had just met on a street somewhere and it was like the most normal thing that they did every day. "How could he keep is eyes only on her face?," I wondered. My friend and I casually circled the horse and took in every possible view of its beautiful rider. Our "Lady Godiva" had the most beautiful, smooth, shapely, derriere and it was more pronounced as the saddle pushed against it. As the two continued in conversation we tried to avoid the appearance of staring but soon our embarrassment left us as they were obviously paying us no mind at all. This was just too good to be true!! I wanted it to last forever. How I wished I had a camera. I'm sure she wouldn't have minded a bit.
After awhile my friend wanted to move on down the beach to see "more sights." I was frozen. I just wanted to stay and stay and look and look. I was sure the moment would never come again. But, reluctantly, I began to move off down the beach with him, glancing continually back to catch every last glimpse I could until she became just an indistinguishable figure on horseback off in the distance. We did see more girls that day, one in particular who was playing in the surf, tossing a Frisbee. (Maybe I'll write about her later).
In an uncanny coincidence we also came across our 8th grade homeroom teacher on that beach-wearing a swimming suit-with his girlfriend---not wearing a swimming suit--- and he was mortified that we saw them there! (And we had thought WE were busted!) Later on, we saw them again in the parking lot and my friend told him we'd never tell anyone...
Strangely, later that night as I thought about the beautiful girl on horseback and visualized her, I was not aroused. (No, a "20 something" blond that I had seen that day, with her light jacket open, revealing perfect c cup bare breasts, did that for me) Rather, I was reflective and appreciative of the experience and just laid back in the dark and went over every image of her beautiful face and body from every angle and remembered all the sounds, sights, smells and feelings of those moments as she sat so gracefully, comfortably and immodestly on her horse. It was one of those "firsts" in my life. You know the kind. They're milestones. They are so easy for all of us to remember because they fall as "firsts" within a series of similar events that happen in our lives, but because of the "new" experience, none of them have the same emotional impact as that "first time".
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Hi, I am a 22 year old woman writing to you from my social rehab home. I suffer from high functioning Autism, slight brain injure and other stuff. I was shy, scared, depressed, a self injurer, suicidal, and hated my body with all my mind! I couldn't even look at my own face in a Mirror.
Four months ago I moved from my parents home and became one person. Not my dad, not my mum, not my brother but ME! I started going to a nudist day resort. I had been been nude a few times by my self, but I thought I was ugly and some people would be mean to me about it if they found out.
The first day I went to the resort I was a mess of feelings my parents were mad at me that day, I was having trouble with my horse, and I felt uglier than ever. I didn't know what people would think of me and what they would say if they saw me nude, but I got brave. And walked out.
And nobody said any thing. That day was one of the best days in my life! I felt beautiful! I started taking my journal with me there whenever I go. I have changed SO much. I LOVE my body, I think I'm pretty even! I even believe people when they say I'm pretty now. I haven't self injured in SIX months! And have NO scars!! THANK YOU DOMAI!!!
I can look at my whole body now in a mirror and even be nude. My depression has for the most part gone away. And I don't think about my so called problems any more. I don't want to die either! I want to help people by what I've been through, and that is why today I share my story with you.
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"... it was nothing compared to their display of skill, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching there tightly-clad bodies writhing around the stage, flipping and leaping all over the place.
But all too soon the show was over, ... they had started packing up their stuff, when one of the girls jokingly said: "Let's go skinny dipping!"
Time seemed to slow for a moment, and everyone looked at each other. Was it a serious suggestion? Should we really expose our delicate bodies to the elements and plunge into a freezing cold river containing God knows what? All it needed was for one person to make a decision and the whole group would be swayed.
And then it happened. The guy in the dance group dropped his kit, and with a manic cry whipped off his clothes and ran straight into the river. Everyone started laughing and cheering and followed suit. It was beautiful. Everyone's cares and exhaustion seemed to leave them along with their clothes, and we started splashing and cavorting around in the river with wild, carefree abandon.
I have never witnessed anything, before or since, that could compare to the beauty I saw that night in that river. I had seen sadly few women naked at that stage in my life, but this night made up for it. Everyone was equal and completely relaxed, almost asking each other to admire their bodies. I openly stared at all the beauty that was on display before me. All that toned flesh bouncing around and moistly sparkling in the moonlight was mesmerizing.
There was nothing sexual in that moment, just a celebration of each others' beauty, and the naturalness of frolicking in a river wearing nothing but smiles. The profoundness of the experience touched me deeply, and I often think how needlessly complicated life is, when such sublime happiness is as simple as taking off your clothes, and jumping in a river..."
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"... When I looked, much to my surprise and delight, they were wearing only their birthday suits! Both of them looked to be in their early twenties. One of them was very tall, with long lanky arms and legs and a sparkle in her brown eyes. She had dark brown hair that came down to the middle of her back. Her breasts fit her slender body well. Her friend was shorter, but had a lot of bounce in her step -- even when wading in the water. Her breasts and buttocks were pale and well-rounded, and her wavy, blazing-red hair came down to her shoulders. Her thick pubic hair caught my eye in particular, since it was every bit as bright red as the hair on her head. From her accent and freckles I guess she must have been Irish. After wading into the water up to their waists, these two beauties dove in headfirst, swimming and playing in the river.
At first I held my breath enjoying this incredible sight. I felt like something of an intruder, since the girls had not yet noticed me, and evidently they thought they were alone. But as the current of the river was slowly bringing them closer to me, at a certain point they caught sight of me on the shore. At first they froze for a few seconds, getting down into the water to hide themselves as best they could. But luckily I quickly overcame my own timidity and managed to get up enough courage to wave to them in a friendly manner and say: "Hello there! You two girls are very beautiful!" They looked at each other and smiled. Then the taller one stood up to her waist out of the water and said "Hello to you! Why don't you join us?"
I could hardly believe this was happening to me. I started right away to walk toward them in the river. But the slender girl called out again and said: "No, not with your shorts on. If we are naked, you should be too!" I was a little embarrassed at first, but I thought it was only fair. So I dropped my shorts, and waded quickly into the river in the direction of these two fair beauties. We waded and swam together, chatting and enjoying the warm evening. I mostly swam around the girls, delighting in their beauty, and their openness in sharing it with me. They were from a town about half-an-hour away, and said that they had heard about this place ~ that it was mostly deserted. So they wanted to explore, and cool off. But they told me that now they actually felt a little safer with me there with them.
As all good things must, this beautiful swim came to an end. As the girls and I reached shore, they took out their towels to dry off. The taller Carolyn in particular did so very slowly and deliberately ~ I think as a last sharing of her beauty with me as I watched appreciatively. After she had finished, Carolyn lent me her towel to dry myself off. Then the girls both put their clothes on, and I thanked them for sharing the swim with me, and most of all for sharing their beauty. Little Gwen said "Thank YOU, because I never would have had the courage to be naked in front of a man if you hadn't been so respectful..."
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"... One morning to my delight a stunning brunette sat at the booth on the other side of the aisle from me. Her features were exquisite and after her coffee arrived she began reading. Great!, she won't be looking around and will stay in one position for a time. I began drawing and it was if she just emerged from my pencil. In a few minutes I had her likeness perfected. I then imagined what she might look like nude and roughed in her breasts. I had made up my mind to approach her when before I could get up she stood and headed to the ladies room.
I began adding some detail and must have missed her exit since a voice came over my shoulder. "Everything is perfect except the size and shape of the nipples. If you're looking for a model I would like to sit for you. My name is Julie."
She was now seated across from me and looking into her eyes I almost couldn't speak. Somehow I managed to compose myself and found out that she was nineteen and hadn't found a job for the summer yet so we arranged to meet that afternoon. I raced to my uncle's studio and began prepping canvases.
Julie arrived on time and we began to work. We started by my sketching her in several different poses, then I picked the composition I liked and started working on the canvas. Her silken flesh tones seemed to leap together on the palette and the curves of her body flowed from my brushes. It was the first time in my life that art became magic ..."
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"... The surprise was that other than a tiny cross on a gold chain she was completely and unexpectedly nude!!! I pinned up a sheet for backdrop and put another over a stool and a coffee table. She posed for over an hour and then we download the files to one of the computers and critiqued them. Then she wanted to pose for more. It was the best rainy afternoon I ever spent..."
"...I was busy taking pictures of her, the trees, the river, the falls when I noticed that my lady had slipped off her top and was sliding her jeans down those beautiful legs. Not only was she wearing nothing underneath but that small triangle of hair was missing too. She struck a pose and said "Is this the way they do it on Domai ?"
I am not a professional photographer and I had never taken nudes outside before. What freedom it gives both the model and the photographer. What a gift that lady gave me..."
"... We were snowed in for several days, on another visit and I was taking pictures with just candle light. She was having such a good time that I asked her why she liked posing so well. Her answer surprised me. She said, "Because not only do you make me feel special but you make me FEEL beautiful." ..."
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"... Cheryl was a chaperon that I knew from my kid's sports. One morning we went into separate showers at nearly the same time. For the first time we saw each other fully nude between the panels in the changing area. Neither of us turned away. It was a brother and sister nudity. Instead of looking a little overweight she struck me as quite beautiful. She has dark hair, large breasts and warm brown eyes. As we showered, she blurts out that she left her shampoo in her bag. Can you give me some of your shampoo? I brought a mini-bottle for my short hair and she brought a half litre. Ugh. It was just faster to get her bottle. I simply stepped out of the shower into the main area and grabbed her bottle. I went directly into her shower area and gave her the bottle. She thanked me. I mumbled and went back to my shower. About five of my "other sisters" observed my fetching her shampoo.
By the time we had only two days left we were all openly nude in the bathroom. Sometimes the counselors joined us if their bath area was busy. We became known as the cool group of chaperons. The Friday before we left I was pleased to shave next to a nude counselor Kirsten. Kirsten could be a DOMAI model . I considered my camp "sisters" as DOMAI alumni . At different stages and ages the simple beauty of the female form holds constant. The adults learned as much as the students on this trip..."
".... When I turned around, I saw that my new friend, Kaely, was completely nude. She wasted no time to enjoy the freedoms of this new environment she couldn't wait to experience. I went over to say hello again and we continued our conversation. She was putting on sun tan lotion and asked me if I would like some and I said sure. She then volunteered to put some lotion on my back, and I said that would be great and when she was done she asked me to put some lotion on her naked back. We hadn't know each other that long, but being completely naked in public seemed completely natural to both of us.
We decided to warm up for the race together and agreed to run with each other as long neither one of us held the other back. The race started and it went up a huge hill. I was able to stay with her for quite awhile, but eventually her youthfulness got the better of me going up the hill. It was an out and back race, so on her way back we both cheered each other on and she was in second place for the women (first one that was completely nude). Near the finish line, I could hear Kaely cheering me on.
After the race was completed we both went naked down to the pool..."
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"....At a certain point one of the girls, whose light-brown hair looked lighter from being in the sun, pulled a large bottle of suntan lotion from her beach bag. She took off her sunglasses and pulled off the beach dress over her head, revealing a slim white bikini. And she started to rub the lotion onto her arms and her long legs. While she was still at this, she passed the bottle to one of the other girls and asked her friend to rub it on her back. The friend started to apply the suntan lotion. But then the friend untied the white bikini top to her swimsuit, and continued to rub her entire back with the lotion. To my surprise and pleasure, the bikini-type top, which had no shoulder straps, fell completely from her body, dropping to her lap. This revealed to me the loveliest pair of breasts I have ever had the pleasure to see! They were well-rounded, firm, and very tanned. I noticed that her nipples pointed slightly upwards. Her bikini tan marks were barely noticeable, suggesting that she had been naked in the sun many times already. Contrary to my expectations, instead of covering herself, this young woman made no effort at all to hide her bare breasts! She calmly took the bottle of suntan lotion from her friend and began to apply it to her own stomach and breasts as well.
When she looked up and noticed me taking in this unexpected vision, I was tempted to look away, not wanting to stare. But then I changed my mind, gathered up my courage, and decided to smile at her and enjoy the view. Well, I was rewarded for this choice, since she smiled back warmly and continued to apply the suntan lotion for what seemed like a blessed eternity. The other girls smiled and giggled at first when they saw me watching, as their friend treated me to this view of her nude beauty. But she paid no attention to them. She had a self-assuredness about her, such that she seemed perfectly comfortable with her body even on the train. Eventually she finished with the suntan lotion and put it away, but glanced up at me again with a little smile before putting her bikini top back on, turning around to resume her conversation with her friends.
My eyes had received their fill, and so for the next few minutes I simply enjoyed the memory of that vision engraved in my optic nerves. Eventually I had to get off the subway to go to work. When my stop came, I passed by the girls, stopping to say to the one who had shared her beauty with me so generously: "Thank you very much. You are one very beautiful woman!" She smiled and said: "Thanks for noticing," and winked...."
"...
One morning, during the second semester, I overslept, and running down the hall to take my morning shower, I found the door closed. I could hear Joanie inside. I knocked, hoping this would let her know I was waiting. I hardly finished knocking, when the door flew open. Joanie stood there, hair wet, holding a towel in front of her. She must have just stepped out of the shower. I was so startled I can't even remember if I tried to blurt something out, an apology or an explanation, or just stared.
She smiled. Slipping past me in the narrow hallway, she made no attempt to secure the towel behind her and I was greeted by a full view of her slim, damp back and her round firm buttocks. She paused in front of her bedroom door, fumbling with the door knob, but she did not seem to be in any hurry to hide her nakedness,. It was like it was the most natural thing in the world. She finally opened her door and stepped inside, and closed it behind her.
By the time I had finished my shower that morning, she was gone. This spared me the awkward situation of what to say in the kitchen while I made my breakfast.
It was all I could think of that day. That evening, she made no mention of the morning's encounter, although I thought she gave me a knowing look.
Some weeks passed and I had almost forgotten about the morning episode. It was late evening and it was already quite dark. I had been studying all day and through dinner and I decided to take a stroll behind the house to clear my head. As I walked by the pool, I heard a splash and a greeting, "Hello". Not expecting someone in the pool at this hour, I jumped a foot in the air.
It was Joanie. She swam up to the end of the pool where I stood, and without saying another word, flipped over on her back in the water and began to swim another lap. In the moonlight I could see she was naked. Again, at a loss for words, I continued to walk a short distance, desperately trying to think of a way to return, without seeming like a voyeur.
Finally figuring she was obviously not ashamed, I returned, and simply asked, "Are you skinny dipping?"
"Sure am," she answered.
"Mind if I join you?" I said.
"Not at all."
She pulled herself up to the edge of the pool and watched as I undressed. I suppose now was my turn to return the favor from that morning a few weeks earlier.
We swam for about 15 minutes, saying little. She finally climbed out of the pool, draped a towel around her, and walked back in the house. It was too dark to see much, but I did see a glint of moonlight of her fine glistening backside. Her casualness was erotic and sensual.
Although the ice had been broken, it still took me some time to come up with the nerve to ask her to spend an evening at a relative's hottub. She readily agreed.
When we got to the house, she asked where to change. I showed her a room, and she quickly removed her skirt and blouse, but to my disappointment she was wearing a swimsuit underneath. I had not planned on this. I had not worn a swimsuit myself, and concluded that if she was suddenly going to be modest, I had no choice. I turned my back, and disrobed. I could feel her eyes on me.
As I turned, I glanced her way. There she stood, with her swimsuit in her hand. My nakedness may have given her courage, or permission, although I don't think she really needed either. She gave me that beautiful smile of hers, then asked it there was anyone else in the house. I told her we were the only ones.
She immediately stepped out of the room, and began exploring the house. I followed, admiring her lithe body, as she inspected the artwork, peered into rooms and glanced at the bookshelves. Finally satisfied, she asked where the hottub was.
We spend a pleasant evening, drinking wine and looking at the stars. Finally the tension between us disappeared..."
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"... Sarah finally said, "I'm getting in the water," and pulled her shirt over her head. She took off her bra and her breasts swung free. She pulled her shorts and panties down at the same time and stood in front of me totally nude. She was the first live girl that I had ever seen nude. I was speechless at her beauty. I know it seemed I was completely gawking, but I couldn't get enough of her beautiful body. I wanted to burn it into my memory forever.
She finally broke the silence and said, "Okay, I've shown you mine. Now show me yours!" I undressed and she said, "Nice! Let's go swimming!" We jumped into the water. I couldn't believe how good it felt on my bare skin. Sarah and I swam for a while having contests to see who could touch the bottom of the pond and who could hold their breath the longest. The water was crystal clear and I took full advantage to take in more of her beauty when I went under the surface.
We swam to the other side of the pond, probably 200 feet from the beach where we took off our clothes, and climbed on a small boulder that was just above the surface of the water. We sat there and talked for quite a while. At one point, I realized how absolutely natural it seemed to be sitting talking to Sarah. Neither of us were ashamed and I felt much closer to her.
Suddenly, we heard the motor of a four-wheeler. Sarah's parents were coming down the road. I suddenly got very afraid of the prospect of facing Sarah's dad. There was no way we could get to the beach and put our clothes on before they got there. I said to Sarah, "We're busted! What are we going to tell them?" She said, "Let's just sit here for a minute and see what happens." Her parents stopped the four-wheeler and her dad called out, "How's the water?" "Great!" said Sarah. "Come on in!" To my amazement, her parents began taking off their clothes and got into the water!
"What just happened here?" I asked Sarah. She began to tell me that they all went skinnydipping here often and went nude at their home most of the time. Her parents swam over to us and Sarah's dad said, "Is this your first time to skinnydip?" I told him it was and he said, "I hope you enjoy it as much as we do." We all swam for a while and slid down the waterfall. After an hour or so, Sarah and her mother got out of the water and laid on the beach to dry off and sun for a while. Sarah's mother was beautiful. She showed signs of being forty years old, but she had stayed in pretty good shape through the years.
Sarah's dad and I were out about fifty feet in the water and he said, "Look at them. Aren't they beautiful? You won't find anything more beautiful than a nude woman. Believe me, I've looked." Then he looked at me and said very seriously, "Appreciate the beauty of a woman and never take it for granted." We all went skinnydipping several more times over the years. I never forgot those words and cherished every moment.
When my friends talk about how many women they've "conquered" or how they slipped a peek at a girl, I remember those words of Sarah's dad and feel sorry for them. They will never truly appreciate the beauty of a woman..."
"... They were both naked and waist deep at the end of the pool. I could not catch my breath. The sun sending beams of light through the forest canopy made subtle rainbows in the sprayed water. Their beautiful bodies glistened with beads of water rolling over their smooth skin. Their female forms in this natural setting made me stop in mid step. Pam was the first to notice me standing their staring at them and smiled. When she stopped splashing, Nancy looked in the direction of her gaze an saw me standing their with a canteen in each hand and I am sure my jaw was resting on my chest.
I had no idea of what to do next. I wanted to be invisible and not effect the scene. I still had my camera hanging from my neck and I could see Pam's eyes looking at it. She asked if I had ever done any nude photography. I made a stupid joke of saying that I was usually dressed when I took pictures. They both laughed and I saw a brief look pass between them. It was as if they were telepathic in that in an instant they agreed that this was something that both of them wanted to do. I dropped the canteens and approached the pool.
The difference between them was as remarkable as the similarities. Pam's body was magnificent with large breasts and as I soon realized her died blond hair contrasted with her full dark brown pubic hair. Nancy's body was athletic with firm breast and abs that most women would kill for. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a vertical line about three inches wide. I tried to recover from my previous remark by saying that I would be consider myself privileged to attempt to capture the beauty that I was seeing. Pam was soon posing on a rock ledge at the edge of the pool. Her back arched, knees bent and head back. I was took four or five shots and then looked over the camera and saw Nancy laying at the shallow end of the pool, the water passing over her legs and her hazel eyes staring directly at me. The water was cold so her nipples were erect and hard. Nancy's aureola were smaller and darker than Pam's but matched her overall coloring as her skin was a darker tan, while Pam's nipples were larger and lighter colored. They competed for my lens for the next hour.
I felt I was I was both cursed and blessed. I was blessed with the most beautiful scene in the world and cursed with the fact the there was no way to capture it. Try as a may, no picture captured the beauty in front of me. I was near tears as I tried to explain this to Nancy and Pam but they just consoled me by telling me I had done a wonderful job... " Read the entire story and see the beautifull full size images of Ann, Dasja and Jula nude here!
"... They lay on their backs, their bodies slender and tanned, eyes covered by sunglasses and showed no sign of even noticing as my brother and I walked by a couple of meters away. I still have that 'mental photograph' over 20 years later. The whole scene was a picture of serenity, innocence and natural beauty and had a profound effect on me.
Many years later, having been a naturist since my late teens (I wonder if that early beach encounter had anything to do with it?) my girlfriend and I were camping at a beach frequented by many day visitors as well as other campers. As this was not a clothing optional beach and was frequented by many young families, at my girlfriend's insistence we used to walk up the far end of the beach so as not to 'offend' anyone.
Late one afternoon we were making our way back from the far end of the beach. Ahead I could see there were still a number of people on the main beach. Some still swimming, some lying down, catching the late afternoon sunlight and kids playing etc.
But one figure in particular caught my eye. She was squatting down by the waters edge building a sand castle. A young woman, perhaps in her early to mid twenties, playing in the sand as her two friends stood talking as they looked on a little further up the beach. From the distance, I could see that her two friends were both topless but the girl building the sand castle appeared to be completely naked!
I felt that same thrill that I had felt all those years ago when I happened upon the two sunbathing beauties with my brother. 'Surely she's not really naked, it must just look that way from this distance', I thought. After all, there were still quite a few people on the beach - all wearing swimming costumes or clothes. She wouldn't dare... would she?
Well, as I drew closer I saw that, yes, she would dare. As I got closer I saw that she was indeed totally naked. Her evenly brown body hunched over her knees, her wet hair falling over her generous and perfectly shaped breasts as she worked on her sandcastle. She seemed oblivious to my approach and only looked up as I walked past. I smiled at her and she, making no attempt to hide herself, smiled back - an angelic smile of blissful innocence.
I felt flushed with delight as I do when I see or experience any kind of natural beauty. It's hard for me to explain but I'm sure readers will understand - it wasn't just the fact that there was a beautiful naked woman. It was her spirit, her boldness, her carefree 'here I am, I don't care what anyone thinks!' attitude, her naturalness and the innocent smile - she was beautiful and inspiring. (I find many of the photographs on your site manage to capture this same spirit and feeling.) And the great thing was that no-one else on the beach seemed to mind in the slightest - and why should they?
As my girlfriend caught up with me I mentioned that maybe we didn't have to walk all the way up the far end after all and she just laughed. I knew she had been touched as well..."
"... I looked toward the voice on the point and discovered that it belonged to a very naked college age girl. This voluptuous brunette stood knee deep in the water pointing out into the lake.
"They're back there toward the camp!" I could see two swimmers who looked very weak trying to keep afloat. I immediately turned my boat and rowed out to the swimmers. It took only a couple minutes. They both immediately grabbed the boat when I came along side.
"Do you need help getting in?" They both nodded yes and I pulled two very naked ladies out of the lake. I sat them both in the stern and began rowing them to the point. The petite brunette was the first to catch her breath.
"Boy, am I glad you were there!" She said between pants. "I don't think we would have made it!" Her taller, more slender blonde companion nodded in agreement. "I guess that we aren't as good at swimming as we thought we are." Neither seemed particularly concerned about being naked in front of a stranger, and, I have to admit, I found them to be charming company. I couldn't help but notice their skin. It was smooth and firm and almost lustrous. Both had very nice slender figures.
They both were all smiles when the boat landed on the beach. The brunette on the shore steadied the boat as we all hopped out. I watched as they hugged each other.
"Who are you?" I asked when they were done. "I'm not used to seeing anyone much less three naked ladies on the lake." The voluptuous brunette held out her hand. "My name is Christine. All three of us are from the camp." I shook her hand. "We're here for a campfire. We have a tradition. A couple of times every summer the counselors have a campfire on the point after the children leave on our day off. The tradition is that you have to swim out here naked, and you have to stay that way until you swim back later. We came out here early to get the food started. The rest of the gang will come later." "You're not going to tell on us, are you?" The petite brunette asked. I assured her that I had no intention of telling anyone. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you!" She said with relief. "I'm pretty sure the we'd be fired if you did!" The taller blonde hugged me and kissed me also.
"Would you like a glass of wine? We have some up at the camp. It seems like the least we could do." Christine offered. I declined. I figured that they really did not need a fifty five year old man hanging around making them feel self-conscious.
"Twenty five years ago, I might have taken your offer." I replied with a smile. "But the truth is, you've already rewarded me. I'll remember the beauty of you three for a very long time." Christine kissed me on the cheek. The other two giggled a little nervously at the mention of their nudity. "You are a very nice man." She said, and then the three turned and I watched three nicely shaped bottoms ..."
"... The residence complex I lived in just a few years ago had guys and girls living on the same floor, and best of all, sharing the same bathroom facilities.
This was surprising for those of us who were new to the place. I entered the washroom for the first time and saw a row of showers along the right side with a row of sinks and mirrors on the left side. There were three showerheads in a large open area, then three separate showers concealed by curtains. I heard water running behind one of the closed curtains as I looked around the place. With a sudden SWISH, a curtain opened, and a girl stepped out. I froze as I noticed she was quite naked. She took her towel from its hook and began drying herself. She had wet blonde hair, pale green eyes, a soft delicate face, and glistening braces on her teeth. She smiled at me and introduced herself as she rubbed her arms and chest with the towel. This first encounter with Beth set a pleasant tone for the rest of the year. She wrapped her torso in the fine white cloth and walked out the door.
Over the coming days I discovered it had become customary for the male residents to use the open shower area while the females used the individual alcoves hidden behind their curtains. Presumably this was because men were supposed to be less inhabited about their appearance, less likely to be embarrassed about being seen nude. But I was not happy about the situation at first. I just wasn't used to other people seeing me unclothed. This situation was complicated by the fact that two thirds of the people living on our floor were female. There were even girls from other floors who used our showers when theirs were busy. At first, I tried showering very early in the morning so other wouldn't see me. But as time passed I got to know my neighbors better. Once they no longer seemed like strangers, I started to feel more comfortable around them.
I walked in one morning in wearing my bathrobe and saw my new friends Tina and Cheri similarly attired, standing at the mirrors applying some kind of cream to their faces. As casually as possible, I disrobed and stepped into my shower. Because they could see me in the mirrors, there was no point in trying to hide myself. I went through my usual routine; they went through theirs, and everything seemed quite normal. I felt a sense of freedom. It all seemed completely natural. I conversed with them casually. Tina even walked up to me with her green container of cream and asked me what it smelled like. They were able to joke about the situation with relaxed humor. Cheri told someone not to flush now because if my shower water turned cold they wouldn't want to have to see my parts shrinking.
Everyone became more easy-going as the year went on. Many of the girls became less and less inhibited. I remember entering the room one morning to see one of them standing in the middle of the tile floor, bent forward, massaging her head with a towel, drying her long hair. Her back was to me, but because of the way she was bent over, I could see her upside down face smiling in my direction. I could also see her slender legs and how they rose up and joined at her smooth pale buttocks. Her breasts hung down and were swinging as her arms made rubbing motions on her head. She stood up silently, covered herself in the soft towel and made her exit.
What was best about it all was that everyone liked to have fun. We all feel so much better when we don't take things to seriously. One morning before calculus class, two lovely girls clad only in their towels were chasing each other around the bathroom. Xiu the slim Chinese girl had taken a hair dryer from the petite red haired Karen who wanted it back immediately. I watched from my shower as Xiu held the item up higher than the shorter Karen could reach. To retaliate, young Karen quickly grabbed Xiu's blue towel and yanked it off of her body. Xiu yelped as she became instantly naked. I was surprised and delighted.
She then started chasing Karen to get back her towel. Karen tried to escape to the stalls on the far side of the room, but Xiu's hand caught a hold of Karen's towel and pulled hard. Karen squealed as the towel left her body. Her pale breasts were now bouncing around freely as she ran. Karen's porcelain white skin had a slight rosy glow to it. She had short, smooth legs. The two nude girls wrestled each other for the hairdryer, laughing as they did so. Karen's buttocks flexed as she reached out and at last grabbed the item she was after. The struggle was over. The two of them leaned against the sink as they caught their breath, still giggling about the whole thing.
There was more to come in the near future, quite a bit more than I expected. As I stood casually beneath the showerhead one day, a girl named Roxanna entered the room wearing her small kimono, but not for long. She hung it up beside my own robe and stepped into the common shower area right beside me, as naked as can be. Looking at me with her large blue eyes she said, "What? You've never seen a girl naked before?"
I made some sort of apology and tried to act naturally. I turned away from her because I thought that's what she would prefer. But instead she exclaimed, "well now I feel like you?re trying to ignore me."
I turned around and tried to establish some sort of normal conversation. I started talking about what classes I was attending, and she spoke about her own engineering courses. As she did so, Roxanna poured several squirts of liquid soap into her palm and began lathering her body. Later we both dried off and went about our business, though for the rest of the day, my mind was not on my work.
Other astonishing sights were in store for me. I remember brushing my teeth one day in front of the sink. I stopped in mid-stroke as the lovely Lorna came up beside me. She was wearing nothing but slim pink panties. Her towel was wrapped around her head like a great turban. She was applying eye makeup of some sort. She took no notice of me. I continued brushing but with many quick glances to my periphery. Her large bare breasts were wobbling about. They seemed a little too big for someone of her build, but I certainly didn't mind that. I wished that moment would never end.
I caught many more glimpses of bare female skin. I came in one day and saw three girls in the open shower. They were facing the wall, so I saw a wonderful row of buttocks, a great combination of big and small bottoms. They looked over their shoulders at me and shook those behinds playfully. The girls enjoyed watching as well. My room mate and I were taking a regular shower when dark-eyed Nina entered the room with her friend. Pointing at my roommate she said, 'see, I told you..? She was referring to the fact that he had an uncircumcised penis, something that most girls here hadn't seen. He certainly liked the attention. Their reactions were fun to watch. There were lots of wide-eyed smiles and looks of embarrassed delight.
The highlight of my year was the one time I shared the shower with Tina and Cheri. Delicate Cheri's slim body would arch backward as she extended her arms above her and let the water pour down.. She lifted her legs high when she washed them. Tina was ..."
"... I smiled. This beautiful woman rewarded me with a big happy grin. She had pretty eyes, and brown hair that gently swayed with the breeze she let in. I very respectfully smiled again. She seemed pleased by the respect and gave me another smile then went on with her business. My, how a sweet smile can save the day.
A week or so past with little happening, save a smile here or there. Then one evening, as I sat stressed at my studies, I noticed a towel hanging on the closet door in the room across from me. I thought little of it, trying to figure out some calculus. I glanced up and noticed the towel was missing for the door. Usually the blinds would be down, but tonight they were not. I kept on with my homework, until something caught my eye. My pretty neighbor had entered her bedroom, wrapped in the towel. I thought she would close the blinds, but she did not seem to mind.
Then I had the best break from homework I had had for over a month. My smiling neighbor proceeded to dry herself off. She was facing away from me at first, so I was delighted with her long slender legs and her finely shaped waist. She was toned like a dancer and quite tall, maybe 5' 11' but had a very fine figure. She turned as she finished drying to hang up her towel. She was gorgeous. She was not overly endowed, just beautiful, firm, and well proportioned. It was a remarkable sight. This pretty girl had eased my stressed out mind in only a minute, and it was great. She finished getting ready for bed, and I swear she sent a quick smile my way, almost to say, thank you for being kind to me. I was surprised, for she had been so kind to me.
To say the least, I was able to finish my homework with no problems. Over the next couple of months, the sight of my beautiful neighbor graced me more than once. She had grown to trust me, so she never closed her blinds. Our schedules were different, but often enough they would cross. She did yoga, which made her very toned. Moreover, I found out that she would do yoga, on occasion, right before she went to the shower, and after she had gotten ready for the shower. I have to say, I gained a new appreciation for yoga. I have heard that doing yoga clears your mind. I agree. Watching another do yoga, especially if it is a beautiful girl, who is so comfortable with herself as to do it nude, clears your mind very well. She seemed to find a joy in easing my mind, so I would always try to be respectful and never cut her off. In addition, I always smiled.
The semester ended, and I had to move out, it was sad, mostly because I had never had a good talk with my neighbor. Gratefully, as I was loading the car, she drove by and stopped. I smiled as I walked over to talk with her. She asked if I was leaving, I answered yes. She seemed disappointed, almost as if she was loosing a trusted friend. We talked some, and I thanked her for being kind. She then told me how grateful she was to have a good neighbor who respected her, and that I had been so happy and clean in my appreciation of her. She told me how she had had other neighbors who would gawk, or make rude comments if she forgot to close her blinds. She was happy to have a good admirer ... "
" ... Recently, I spent a week at a vacation campsite that is bordered on one side by a public creek. On a recent 90 degree day, one of the ladies decided to brave the creek nude, and invited a few of us to join her. I had been looking forward to a nude swim, so I jumped at the opportunity.
A few of us made our way to the creek, left our clothes on the sandy shore, and waded out to the far side where it was just barely deep enough to lay down. The bottom was large loose rock, and the water was so clear we could watch the fish and crawdads come floating by or bounce off our skin (that feels strange!). The sun sparkled on my friends' hair and hats, and we relaxed into the sensations of warm sun, cool water, open air, and the currents and waves of the flowing river. We talked of comfort and sensation, and enjoyed the peace of the afternoon.
Some other girls showed up downstream (clothed); we considered moving on, but were hoping they would just pass on by. Certainly we didn't want to bother or offend them, and immersed in the water we were mostly "modest," so we stayed. They played and kept to themselves a distance away, and we continued to chat and enjoy the water.
Another ten or fifteen minutes passed, and some young men came up the creek riding ATVs. One of the ladies in my group was not comfortable staying with the guys arriving, so we rose to leave with her.
I can only imagine the thoughts and moment of stunned beauty for those young men, when a few lovely ladies rose naked out of the creek to walk to the shore. They all stopped driving closer, and stayed at the sand bar a distance away, rather than intruding.
I mentioned that the creek bottom was loose rock. This made it difficult for me to walk, and I had to take it slowly to avoid falling on my face. I decided to make the best of the situation, confident with my beauty, and thinking about Domai stories, that it was okay to see and be seen -- so I waved to the guys as I walked slowly to the shore ... "
" ... His bright spirit and innocent love is always the same. Every day I come into school he shines me the happiest smile. "Oooohh, you look so nice today Miss Moore! I love you Miss Moore. You smell like peaches. You are a queen."
Every day there is a new saying which makes me feel incredibly special and beautiful. I link arms with Jason and walk down the hall, couldn't be happier. Today he said to me, "Miss Moore, you are like the chocolate from Switzerland! You are a princess, you look like a model." What on earth can I say to such? How could he have known on this day I came in to work feeling so low? so patched together . . . . . . He sees my beauty and reminds me of it every day.
This kid has such a radar for the truth behind appearances. Behind the veil of his "disability" I see my King. He is handsome in his spirit beyond belief, and a true gentleman. I can imagine the scripture means this when its final teaching says, "Love one another as I have loved you." The images of Domai are the REAL , not the ideal toward which we viewers have to struggle or dream, this beauty is already there within us, among us, behind every appearance to the contrary. And the eye that sees that beauty is the King -- that's why I love the photos and the photographers equally.
The beautiful woman ALWAYS desires the King who sees her --- there is not one without the other. That Eye which looks upon young beauty everywhere is how God looks at me now --- behind the mesmerism of age, regrets, memories, failures, the truth is far, far sweeter ... "
