Nude Bowling

I walked into the small crowded bowling alley - 12 lanes - to see everyone inside completely naked and having a great time.  I actually felt out of place with my clothes on, and I could hardly wait to find a spot for my partner and me to settle in and shed the threads.  There was young, old, and middle age with body shapes of all types - fat, skinny, some with scars, and even a military veteran in a wheelchair who had lost both legs, presumably in combat.  A local nudist club organizes the event, and I had been wanting to participate for some time, but it had never worked out with my schedule.  This time, however, I was able to make it and even invite a friend, who became very excited when I mentioned it to her.  I was very pleased to see that the place was packed, and I wondered if we would even be able to find an open lane.  We were greeted warmly by a large naked lady at the registration table, where we paid our registration fee and began searching for a lane to call "home."  Another large naked lady noticed our search and motioned for us to join her and the gentlemen at her lane.  Even though we were complete strangers, a sense of camaraderie came quickly after we stripped, put on our bowling shoes, and made our introductions.  We got to know our new friends over the next couple of hours as we cheered each other on and offered encouragement after each gutter ball - and yes, there was lots of encouragement.  I can't even remember the last time I went bowling, and the only reason I was bowling now was because it was a nude social event.  The alley was reserved exclusively for us on this Sunday afternoon, and words cannot describe how enjoyable it was to bowl in the buff, in the company of a group of people who appreciated the health, freedom, and convenience of a naked lifestyle.  I especially appreciated the convenience when it came time to use the men's room.  Nothing to unzip, unbuckle, or pull down.  Just walk up to the urinal, relax, then walk away.  It may seem trivial until you've experienced it.  I'm telling you, it was Heavenly.  I can well imagine that it was equally convenient for the ladies.

The whole experience was three hours of public, recreational nude bliss.  The sense of freedom and acceptance was beyond words.  It seems that nudists as a people group are noticeably more friendly and accepting, and less judgmental, than the general populace.  Perhaps it's simply a byproduct of the synergistic recreational nude experience.  Maybe in reality we're not much different from anyone else.  If that's true, then it makes an even stronger case for participating in social, recreational nude activities.  I can hardly wait for the next nude bowling event, and I'll be trying to think of other activities that we might be able enjoy sans clothing.