My first naturist experience - Ginny

When I first met Chris, he told me he was a naturist. He never hid it, never pushed it and never once asked me to join him. It was just a part of who he was, something that intrigued me but honestly, I couldn’t quite get my head around it at first.

For a long time, I stayed curious but cautious. Then one day, after doing some proper research into naturism I realised I couldn’t keep making assumptions about something I hadn’t actually experienced for myself. If I was going to understand it, I needed to try it.

So, I did what any sensible, level-headed wife would do… I booked two tickets for a naturist spa night at Doncaster Dome, paid for them and then told Chris we were going.

He was shocked but pleasantly so. He knew I’d taken the time to think it through and he was genuinely happy (and maybe a little proud) that I was willing to give it a go. From that moment, he was nothing but supportive.

Fast forward to the night itself. We arrived early and in true “let’s calm the nerves” fashion, headed straight to the bar. Two pints later (mine disappearing much faster than his), I was feeling slightly braver or maybe just buzzed enough not to bolt for the car park.

Then we met the group, around 40 people and made our way to the changing rooms. I’d expected separate spaces, maybe a bit of privacy to ease into it gently. Nope. One big communal room.

I walked in and immediately came face to face with a naked man. People were chatting and undressing all around me, completely unbothered. Meanwhile, my brain was short-circuiting. Where do I look? What do I do? Why am I here?!

Chris gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and calmly started taking his clothes off. And that was it, fight or flight mode. Every instinct screamed run but I’d come this far. The only thing left to do was take a deep breath and strip.

So I did. Quickly.

And then… nothing. No one stared. No one laughed. No one cared. I wasn’t being looked at. I was just there. A person, same as everyone else.

We headed into the steam room first — thick with fog, perfect for my nerves. We sat quietly letting the warmth soak in. Chris asked if I was okay and I remember sighing, this wave of relief washing over me. “Yeah,” I said, “I actually am.”

From there, we moved into the sauna. People chatted naturally, no awkwardness, no judgement. Just conversation. Then we sat in the seating area, grabbed a coffee and a bite to eat and talked with a few others like it was any normal evening. The only difference? No clothes.

What struck me most was how normal it all felt. No tension. No pressure. Just people being people.

Later, we stepped out onto the balcony. It was January, freezing cold but after the heat of the sauna, the chill on my skin felt amazing. Real. Refreshing. Free.

That night changed something in me. It opened my eyes to a world I hadn’t known existed. One where people are open, confident and completely authentic. I met people I never would’ve met otherwise. I began accepting myself for who I am, without hiding or pretending.

And most importantly, I did something that scared me — with someone I trusted — and it turned out beautifully.

It wasn’t about being naked. It was about being free.

Ginny | Bare With Us 🌿