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Nerve wracking tbh but relaxed into it after a short time. I’ve been to several such parties varying from simply serving drinks with other naked men to clothed women, through to humiliation sessions - getting us to lay on our backs with our legs open or putting us in order of dick size all the way through to full on bdsm sessions, spanking, cbt etc. Good fun!

"The other was same girlfriend driving to hang out with her parents one day Got my first in car while driving handjob"

Man, your post brought back some memories. It was not my first CFNM experience, but it happened in a car. It was with a woman named Susan. Susan was a domme, for lack of a better word. She was into adventures and cameras. I, of course, was the subject of both and she liked to do some remarkably explicit photos. One night we tried driving around. She lived on a back road in the hills. We decided to take a drive. She brought along her camcorder. We drove out along a network of sparsely populated dirt roads. I drove as she filmed me. Then she mischievously reached down and started to play with it as I was driving. She had the lens focused on her hand and on my expression as I was driving. She made me stop the car and get completely naked. I did that and she filmed it. She commanded me to sit in the driver's seat to face her, and she proceeded to film herself bringing up a volcano from me. Susan enjoyed this. She made sure that the inevitable explosion landed all over me. I had to drive around like that for a while and her filming it all the way. We only passed one car that night and it most likely had no clue what was going on in the one car that it passed on those empty roads that night.

Susan moved away some months after that night and I've never seen her again. I have always wanted to do that again, but, alas, it probably never will happen again. A couple months ago, though, I was photoed in a car by this photo lady I've been hanging out with who likes to photo me, and I thought of that night. I almost yielded to temptation to pull over and do that for her without her permission, but decided that it may scare her off and I would rather not do that.

"Thanks for the show! You appeared ready to go skinny dip, so I figured I'd ask you to go first so we got to watch".

That must have been so much fun. I know how that feels and have enjoyed it. About 1.5 years ago I was that naked guy going skinny dipping for more than one lady. It happened at a surprise b-day party that two women gave me for "entering old age," as they put it when I reached the age of social security. It came as a total surprise to me; they had worked out their ambush well beforehand and planned it with the care of a military staff officer. Yet, there was something that they had not counted on as I had hid it. It was not something that you did not want to let out, especially in the tourist business, which I am in, and one look or remark could be interpreted as sexual harassment.

In any case, one of the ladies nearly caught me sikinny dipping one night. It was the beach that I manage in the summers. It was underneath the light of a full moon. The beach and the water are situated in a bowl of mountains and the way the full moon comes up over the mountains is ethereal. The water was a state-owned area so there are not suburbias of second home developments along the shoreline so the moon has it all to itself and the effects it renders are sublime. I had met one of the ladies involved over a dispute concerning a decision I had made on her part when she came to the beach one day. I stood my ground and she eventually saw why I had made it and that, surprisingly, I was right. I think my standing my ground impressed her as most women know very well that few males can withstand an angry woman. In any case, we overcame this and became friends.

She and I were both paddlers. She was a standup paddle board; I am a kayaker. She (I'll call her Joyce) was married, and was a financial officer in a company. Joyce was very athletic. Her husband was away a lot on business so we went on paddles together after work and I told her about the spectacle of the full moon rising. On one moonlit night, I had just come in from watching it and decided to take a dip before going home. I was the only one there and figured, why not, go in without a thing on. As I was getting into this mode, I saw something coming toward me in the night. It was her, coming to see the rising. I quickly put myself back together again and went out paddling with her. Some five months later, after we got to know each other better, I confided how close she had come to catching me.

"If only I had come five minutes later," she said with a laugh.

We talked no more about it for the next year. We went on more paddles together, often with a friend of hers, who I will call Amy. Amy was in sales at a company, was also married, and had kids. We went paddling together on the full moon nights, me in the minority. By unadulterated luck, my birthday happened to be on the same night as a full moon. I did not know then that the two married women had filed away the night Joyce almost caught me and were preparing to use it.

We went out as usual. For some mysterious reason, the moon did not come up that night. We went out and came back in with complete darkness all around. Then the ladies sprung their surprise: cake, candles, and ice cream. I was caught in their trap. Then, after the ceremonies and the song, and so on, they sprung their ultimate surprise that they had used the first stages to build up to: "we're going swimming."

How I laughed. I knew what that meant as much as they. It had been so incredulous because I had never thought that these ladies were the kind to do anything like that. Now, it got fun, and here was where I sprung my surprise on them. They, of course, did not know of my CFNM past. They did not know that I had stripped in front of women and their cameras. I am no professional, and had never done it on stage, but I was not inexperienced with it. I saw their two heads above the dark mirror the water, reflecting the shadowed silhouette of the shoreline, and went to work. I've always fantasized about CFNM for two or more women instead of just one and here it was, at last, an unexpected gift as I was entering old age.

The moon then appeared over the dark line of the mountaintops underneath a golden halo as if the two women had planned that too. I was effectively on stage with lunar stage lights shining down on me. I was nervous, shaking, but also wildly excited, though I tried hard not to show it to them. I saw their eyes staring at me, dropping as if in embarrassment when I looked at them, but taking my nakedness in. I tried to be nonchalant about the stripping, but took a long time to let their eyes get their fill of me. I slowly waded in to join them and let it rest just on top of the water for a few seconds to tease them a bit, and disappeared under the water.

We swam around for a while. It was fun. I tried to work up the tease as much as possible as all we knew that they were dressed and I was naked. I didn't try to make anything of the difference; I did not try to hit on them. I figured that they were expecting that. I saw them nod to each other and knew something else was afoot. I was right. Joyce got out and went to her car. I saw the door light open, then shut, and Amy followed her to her car. I understood their nods. I knew they had their smartphones with them. They had taken a couple of pics of me eating the cake. They lined themselves up on the beach, in their bikinis, their hair dripping water, and, in a move that surprised me just as much they readied themselves for when I came out. I laughed to myself and almost couldn't fathom that another CFNM fantasy of mine was now before me for real. I've always wanted to be photographed by two women working in concert with each other. I obliged them and was met by a blast of flashes from the two twenty-first century lenses. I felt almost as high as the moon, like I had been transported up there with it. Once again, I knew how to handle being photographed

They took some more snapshots. It was nothing wild, just of me goofing around with them. I didn't know if I was on earth or in the heavens. I tried to prolong it without seeming like I was doing it, but they had responsibilities and it finally had to end when they had to take off.

We are still good friends and go out onto the water every so often. We even repeated it on my next time around, though there was no full moon to help the occasion and only one woman, Joyce. I remember her smiling at me and producing a surprise batch of cupcakes.....

It was so much fun and the best birthday celebration that I've ever had in my nearly seventy years.

I had matched with a very adventurous young lady on Tinder, and she had invited me to come out for dinner and then maybe back to her place. I must have met her standards during dinner, because she did invite me back. We had just gotten back and were enjoying a drink when she told me to go, take off my clothes, and come back. I went to where I'd left my shoes by the door and began stripping off my clothes until I was just in my boxers. I was a bit nervous, so I asked her if she wanted me to remove my underwear too. She said yes, so I dropped them to the floor and walked back over. I still remember feeling the texture of her couch's fabric on my ass, and the excitement I felt as I saw her eyes exploring my hardening cock. We continued to chat normally, getting to know each other, and occasionally she would reach out and tease my cock a little. Eventually we made our way to the bedroom, and had a wonderful rest of our evening.

My first CFNM experience was only when I was 20 and had to go to the hospital for slightly tight foreskin. It was a middle aged female doctor who seemed entirely uninterested in her job that asked a few questions then told me to lie down on the bed, put a sheet of paper over my crotch and slide all of my bottoms down. She also had to get another female staff member to be present, I assume due to the nature of having to expose myself, and they both stood on opposite sides of the bed looking down at me. The doctor then removed the paper and again with an entirely uninterested look on her face, touch, stretch, and examine my penis. This went on for what I thought was a bit longer than necessary, so much so that the other woman began trying to start small talk while taking glances at my dick. After a while the doctor finally said in an extremely bored voice “doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it” and that was that.

My first was when I was about 10. I was best friends with a neighborhood girl, Devon, who was my age. She was hispanic and her mother was an immigrant. One day after playing in their sprinkler, and getting very muddy. Her mother stripped my bathing suit off and hosed me down in front of Devon. I think there was a cultural barrier and she didn't realize that this was incredibly humiliating for me. Devon laughed her ass off and shamelessly looked.

My first cfnm experience happened a couple years ago. My mother in law lives with me and my wife. I hurt my knee at work and came home. When I got home I decided to take a bath to relax my muscles. Sometime while I was bathing, my mother in law left to go to the store. I finished bathing and dried off. I checked her location on the life 360 app and it said she was still at the store, so I decided to walk naked to the kitchen to make an ice pack for my knee. I guess the app froze up, because while I'm standing naked at the freezer filling up a ziplock bag with ice, I here footsteps approaching and there is my mother in law looking at me naked. She gasped and said sorry. But she didn't leave the room. She turned her head and put down the bag she was carrying and then proceeded to carry on a conversation while not looking. I was very embarrassed at first, but the thought of her hanging around in the same room while I'm naked even though she wasn't looking, really turned me on.

My first cfnm expirience was with my exgirlfriend at home once i told her i liked it. She got thrilled everytime i was waiting for her nude at home or cook and serve her in the nude.
We then brought it public at optional clothing beaches. There is plenty near Barcelona. It was difficult not to get hard at first.
We then broke up and i started dating my all life school crush. I repeated all of the abive. However, this time was even more thrilling as i had always fantasized about having a cfnm life with her.
My best experience so far is going to the beach with her and a long time female friend of ours. Her name is Laura. My girlfriend knew I wanted to be naked but she got surprised when i asked Laura if she was ok with me being nude.
She said sure, it was no problem. I took off my swimtrunks. She played it cool, but i could see her taking peeks at my exposed penis. Especially when we were in the water. It was incredible being nude for my two hottest friends of all time, one of whom was my girlfriend. I see Laura quite often as friends and i keep thinking about all the CFNM scenes we had.

My first CFNM experience was when a friend invited me to swim at her place, when I didn't have any trunks. Swam in my undies but as they were white briefs not much was left to the imagination, so I removed them at some point.

First time I was about 17 years old. Was bike riding in Europe and came to a beach where about 1/4 of the people were nude. I walked on the beach and decided, what the heck and stripped down. Given I was 17, I was pretty excited and laid on my stomach for a while before things calmed down enough where I felt comfortable enough to stand up and go in the water. Of course, as I walked to the water, this gorgeous woman about 40 years old with a perfect, voluptuous body started walking out right in front of me and things were at full attention right away. At this point, there wasn't much I could do about it so I just kept walking to the water - slowly because it was cold - and she just looked straight at my erection and smiled at me.

Nice first experience back in the 80's. I've been hooked ever since.

How old were you

and she just looked straight at my erection and smiled at me.

I chuckled at your story. I had a similar experience about twenty-five years ago at a nude beach. It was not exactly a nude beach, per say, but a nude swimming hole. It was a river flowing through a small gorge up a dirt road into the hills about a half a mile off of a main road. I had just moved into the area and discovered it by accident while exploring that road on my bicycle. It was hidden by a high fence and a line of trees. It was a mortally hot day so, when I found it, I said, why not, as here was an inviting pool of water for a nice cooling dunk.

There were rocky ledges along the river side as it weaved its way through the gorge. These made pools of water at different heights. Bathers were sitting around on these ledges at these pools. A stone stairway that had been made by some anonymous hands led down into the gorge. I parked my bike by a tree near the stairs, locked it up, and went down into the gorge. I have been to nude beaches before, though I am not a frequent visitor to them. One of the reasons for that is that most of the visitors to these places are males. I've had guys try to pick me up in them before, so I generally avoid them. Yet, here it was, and the water was there to give relief from the heat of the day and I went on in.

By some miracle, I saw an empty ledge underneath the stairs that was underneath the trees and beside a nice pool of water. It looked like prime real estate and I immediately occupied it. After a quick dunk in that soothing river, I set up a temporary camp, using my bike helmet as a pillow, laid out along the ledge to enjoy a quick nap as I let the air dry me off.

I looked around me. I was not surprised to see more guys than females there; all the guys were true to the spirit of the place. Some of the women were, or halfway anyway, but not all. Not far away was a group of folks. I didn't know how many, but I saw about three or four moving about. They appeared to be having a gathering of some kind. I saw a young lady in a flowered dress, a pleasant face, with brunette hair moving about the group. I could not see her that well.

The ride, coupled with the heat, and the cool water soon conspired to put me to sleep. I do not know how long I dozed off to the music of the river running through the gorge and the voices in the ether. I opened my eyes to see that lady in the flowered dress with the brunette hair on top of the staircase staring down at me. I do not know how long she had been there. She also could not see that I was watching her. I had sunglasses on that hid my eyes. I looked up at her as she was staring straight down at me. Her eyes were not behind sunglasses and I could watch her eyes pan up and down me. I followed them, trying to stay as still as possible so she could not see that I had woken up.

I wondered how long she had been there. She was clearly violating the unwritten rules of every naked beach about gawking and staring. This flattered me a little bit. Why me? She had so many others she could stare at. I tried to smile without showing it. Her luck was in as I was a CFNM devotee. I doubt she ever heard of the term, but she and I were experiencing it. Then, to my astonishment, she did something that may have brought her a life sentence without parole if there were judges to enforce the codes of these places. She produced a camera from her bag beside her. It was a small one. I'm not sure what kind, but was small enough so that if she was clever about it she could hide what she was doing from everyone else there but me.

Her luck was in again. I like being before a woman's camera and knew how to model nude for women. I decided to have some fun, hopefully without tipping my hand that I knew what she was doing. I moved my arms and legs, as if making them more comfortable to give her different poses. I saw her adjust the camera for the poses. I did things like arch my back to accentuate below the waist. I brought my hands down to that prominent point below the waist to just barely touch it, as if teasing her. I attempted to roll over so she could shoot my backside.

When I rolled back over she was still there, licking her lips and still firing away, looking furtively around her. I wondered where her party was. I thought of the fun we could have if we were alone, if we had that gorge as our studio. How far would she make me go? I could almost hear her commands from behind the camera. Would I be completely uninhibited for her? I knew that I was showing signs of the electricity flowing within me. I saw her slant the lens toward it. Was she going in for a close-up? I tried to give her a better shot be raising it with my hand. I watched from behind my sunglasses zoom in for the kill shot.

She still had not caught on that I was fully conscious and pleasing her camera and her eyes on purpose. Then, I looked up at her again. She blew me a kiss and she disappeared from view. She never knew that I was fully conscious and enjoyed being her model. I've never seen her again, but I hope she kept the shots and she still looks at them to this day.

I went to my grandma's home to spend my summer vacation in 2019. There happened to be a river near my grandmother's house, so I tried to go swimming, naked. I swam for about an hour, and no one was there (sad). I think it's a good start for beginners.

I’ve loved the outdoors and the freedom of being able to go nude when I’m by myself. Whether canoeing, hiking, swimming, or whatever, it’s always exhilarating to be naked in the sun. One day, while swimming nude in a calm pool in the side of a river, a couple paddled by in their kayaks. He and she were likely in their twenties. With the rushing sound of the river, I hadn’t noticed their approach and was standing, at the time, a little over knee deep in the water. Clearly, they saw me first and surprised me by calling out a good morning to me. With not much else I could do, I responded with a smile and good morning. I was definitely on display, no hiding my nudity. Neither of them seemed to mind my nudity and smiled, saying that it was a nice day for a swim. She was looking straight at me with a large smile, clearly looking me up and down. They slowed their kayaks a bit as they passed. I simply responded that it was a beautiful day and that I loved to swim here. I felt no need to cover myself and wished them a nice day. She simply said to have a nice swim and that maybe they’d see me back here one day, and the moment was over. I loved the exposure and she, especially, seemed to enjoy it.

The Spectator

This is a true story. Although not the first CFNM in my life, it's the first time that I experienced this in my long CFNM history. It happened in the late 1990s at the local nude swimming hole that was not far from my domicile. I had just moved into the area and recently discovered it. The place got closed down several years later when someone bought the land. It is the first time that I have written about it. The other incidents related in this missive are also true and I've never written about them before either. I hope it brings at least one or two smiles.


It happened many years ago and I still chuckle at it. I was at the local nude swimming hole, with the river running through the gorge, and the pools formed in the rocks by the river. I was on my bicycle and, while passing it, figured why not stop there, lay down for a while, and simply enjoy the bright sunny day.

As it was a weekday, no one was there. I was surprised at this; I figured someone else would be hanging out there too. I parked my bicycle underneath a clump of trees above a nice pool in their shade, went down to the au natural, and laid down to listen to the rush of the running water fill the silence and drown out the traffic noise from the nearby road.

I must have drifted off into a coma like sleep. Other voices suddenly jerked me back into the world. One of these voices was female; the other was male. I shook my head a bit to bring myself around and wiped my eyes to wake them up. There was a small ledge where I was sitting and I peeked over it. I was hidden by tree branches. A few yards away a young couple was setting up at another pool. They looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties. Both were dressed in shorts and tea shirts. She was very pretty with shoulder length brown hair. I watched them look around as if scouting for any signs of life. They must have not seen my bicycle underneath the trees. The rushing water muted their words, but I wondered if they were getting ready to do something that they might have planned for this swimming hole.

My musings were right in a way. Although I will never know the answer, she produced a camera from her bag and aimed it at him. They were both smiles. I saw her press the trigger several times. She moved around him, aiming and firing, catching him from all sides. I surmised that this was an authentic photo session. I thought, "go get him, girl." He was relaxed at ease, his long hair blowing in the slight breeze. I could almost see him getting turned on underneath the shorts. I smiled with him. I, too, have been a model for women and I know that feeling of a woman's camera circumnavigating me. I have always loved being a model; I still do and, in fact, still am one for a female neighbor who is a photographer. She likes to take me out on what she calls "adventures," where I am the subject -- as it should be -- but this started long after this event.

I felt that tension grow within me as I watched them. They were most likely a couple and had done this before. He seemed to know how to react to her commands. I knew those commands as well -- "arm up, move your leg this way," "eyes forward." He stood in the water, then, slowly, he stripped off everything. I am not an expert on the subject of male strippers, but he seemed to know what he was doing. He did it slow, so she could take pictures of it, focusing in on him as he dropped everything off. I was there with him, cheering him on. I, too, had been in his position, stripping for a female photographer while she incessantly pressed the camera button and gave commands. Then he faced her. Again, I am no expert on the male anatomy and its prominent apparatus, but he seemed like he was "big," as I've heard the ladies call it.

She was delighted by this. She panned the camera up and down him, put him into various positions -- in the water, back up, it looking like a periscope, kneeling on the beach, standing over him or underneath him. He seemed to be enjoying this as well. He moved to her commands with ease, like he had been well-trained, like he knew exactly what he was doing as a model. Since we both were models for women, I felt I could appraise his performance. I fought hard with the idea of emerging from my hiding place to join him. I saw the potential, the fun we could have in front in that lens. I thought back to that night night underneath a full moon on the beach so many years before. There were Peter and I, naked, in front of the Nikons of our respective girlfriends, Cheryl and Laurie. I thought of the sensuous poses they had put us into, how they had put us in the middle as one caught us from the front, the other from the back, and there we are standing side-by-side, the moonlight covering us, one facing one direction, the other the other direction toward the cameras flashing at us.

I wondered what he would do if I suddenly jumped up and offered my assistance. Would he enjoy not being naked all alone? Would he be angry at me and maybe get violent in some way? What would she do, with two naked guys before her? Would she be afraid or embrace the challenge? I watched them, the eroticism I felt within me as I watched them also showing, though only the birds flitting around in the trees could see it. I fought the impulse to jump up and join them. I longed to be there in front of that lens with him. Could my experience in his place help teach him some things?

They went on and on oblivious that they had a spectator. She was grabbing him and shooting herself doing it, catching that ecstasy on his face. He lay on his back on the ledge and she stepped on it with her foot, recording his reactions. Yes, I thought, I knew that position, with Brenda's foot on it as she shot my reactions to it in black and white.

Her hands and her lens went to work on him, reducing him to a slave of both. I watched her work in fascination, hoping not to betray myself. She knew what she was doing and the camera followed her handiwork. Then, with a groan that I heard even above the river, the inevitable volcano exploded to be duly recorded along with the aftermath.

They lay in each other's arms for a while -- him naked and her dressed. They packed up and left the swimming hole. I stayed there, waiting to ascertain if they had left so as not to spoil their moment before I made my own exit. I have never seen them again, but still think of them once in a while.