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Letter of the week, from Nathan

I have enjoyed your site for quite some time and it has had a profound affect on me, and I thought it was time I gave back. This is a story of my youth that I look back on time and time again.

I was fifteen, and on a trip with my family to our cabin in Wyoming. It was spring break and I'd have rather spent my spring break at home in California, or so I thought. I have a younger brother that pesters me all the time, and the last thing I wanted to do was spend a whole week with him and my parents. Because of my brother, I didn't get much time to myself, so I tended to wake up early and go for walks by myself where I could think and find a place to sit and read.

The first morning at the cabin I got up and went for my walk, going no place in particular, I just started to wander. The predawn was awesome, and the fresh smell of dew on the fields still brings back strong memories. After about thirty minutes of just walking, I found a quiet place to read in a small grove of trees, quaking aspens as a matter of fact. I was reading Tom Swift, and all was good.

After about ten minutes, I heard the trotting of a horse, I found this quite odd seeing as we didn't have horses at our cabin, and I didn't think anyone else around us had them either. As the sound became louder, I decided to hide behind a stump and see who it was. To my surprise it was a teenager, about my age with long red hair, that was put up into a pony tail.

She was wearing a grey wool sweater and had tight blue jeans on, but she wore no shoes. As she got closer I pretended to read, knowing that I could no longer hide behind the safety of the stump. Trying to be deeply engrossed in the book, I hoped she wouldn't notice me, but she did. In an inviting voice she introduced her self as Anna, and asked me what I was reading. I told her, but she had never heard of it before, however she pretended to be interested in it anyway.

We talked for some time, about School and society, and then the topic somehow changed to nudity. She asked me if I have ever done anything in the nude, and I told her that I hadn't, with the exception of showering. With a sweet chuckle she said, "Oh, well, you're missing something very special". With these words she removed her wool sweater revealing a small pair of perky breasts.

They were amazing, they had no tan lines whatsoever, and had freckles all over them. I had never a woman's breasts before, and they were absolutely breathtaking. I averted my eyes, and she told me that it's OK to stare. I hesitantly looked back and she was now removing her jeans! She slid her tight pants off her ankles and she was stood there in only her pink underwear.

She told me that she loved to come here and climb the trees and that sometimes she did it whilst naked. With that, she slid her pink cotton underwear off and I saw her beautiful red pubic hair. Leaving her clothes in a pile, she leapt into a tree, sat on a branch and beckoned for me to join her. I did so very enthusiastically.

We spent all afternoon together and the rest of the week together, most of the time naked, and very content. It was then that my life changed and I let the free spirit inside of me go. I have since been a prominent nudist, and have spread the joy of nudism to all my friends. Thank you DOMAI for re-capturing my youth, and setting free the world, one user at a time.

P.S Anna and I are now engaged to be wed on the anniversary of our meeting some ten years later. All nudists are welcome!:)

Nathan