Swimming naked at the river (photos)

It started earlier this year. I was staying in France, with friends, a river five minutes’ walk away. I readily joined them in their tradition of swimming naked in the green water that was rushing down from the mountains. The first time? Because I’ll try most things once. But the second, third and beyond? Because I loved it. Yes, the cool river was soothing to my mosquito bites, and the mountain backdrop was nothing short of stunning, but it was more than that.

Jerking off after Swimming Naked in the River

Since then, the Naked Goddess Swim has been a fundraiser for , a Portland group that advocates for swimming in the Willamette River and recently .

As we step out of the car at the end of the red dirt road at the top of the mountain, I hear Ethan say, “Oh, my God!” I follow his pointing finger across muddy puddles to a river running fast and thick. Seven local children, four of them naked, one in ragged blue shorts, and two in underwear play at swimming across this flooded menace.

It’s always wonderful when we are able to promote new venues for skinny dipping and thanks to Elaine Nuttall and her (usually costumed) wild swimming group, 17 women and nine men had a fantastic time in the river Ribble in Lancashire. Some said initially that they wouldn’t swim naked but in the end, everyone joined in.