Knowing that my name was on a list and having attended some kink events, I was expecting a certain level of scrutiny upon arriving. I was quite surprised when I knocked and someone called out, "Come on in" A towel blocked the window of the door, but I could see enough flesh around it that I knew I was in the right place. I walked in and joined a roomful of mostly nude people milling about and talking. Other than the lack of clothing, it was a typical party atmosphere with chatter a murmuring throughout the room. No one stopped me and asked for my name. No one questioned my reason for being there. The first person to talk to me was someone I recognized from some poly meetings. Unfortunately, when you are about as pregnant as one can be and you arrive at a clothing optional party the very first question you have is "Where is the bathroom?" Once that was settled, I met the organizer of the party and figured out my next move... exactly how does one get naked at a clothing optional party? The party organizer confirmed that I was Brazen Bunny and that I had received the e-mail with the rules. Although I had received the email, I had a moment of brief mental panic. "Maybe I missed something... there weren't nearly enough rules, were there? Surely..." Then I reminded myself that I have common sense and I did get the email. After asking, I was directed to a room upstairs where I might put my stuff and shed my clothing.
Again, having attended a few large kink events where I found myself under intense scrutiny, I was surprised at the welcoming and laid back nature of this event. The rules were basically thus:
1) Be sanitary. Carry a towel like a good hitchhiker and place it between your naked bits and the furniture should you chance to come in contact with it.
2) Respect your fellow person. Don't be a dick. Don't do anything to make anyone feel uncomfortable.You know what? It worked. Those simple rules were followed. No one even touched my belly without asking. It was a shockingly comfortable environment. I emerged from an upstairs bedroom in only my purple cotton panties. I joined the people that I knew and indulged in some food. A typical party atmosphere with nudity commenced. I met some new people, re-familiarized myself with some people I had met in the past and spent some time with my boyfriend and our line of poly relationships. I ate some delicious candied bacon and a chocolate cupcake. I stood in a group talking until I could stand no longer and we retired to the "cuddle pit" which was kind of the best place for a pregnant lady to be. Here we relaxed as a group and cuddled and talked. Turns out it's really easy to tell when a clothing optional party is winding down... you see less and less naked people.
Impressions? Well... bodies are nice to look at and although I appreciated seeing some very attractive people, it definitely wasn't the focus of my attention. Being in a room with so many body types, I found myself focusing on only the good features of everyone. This is the opposite of what people often do when looking at pictures of attractive people. They tend to downplay good features and point out what is fake versus real. In a room full of real life naked people, you just sort of take it all in and bask in the available nice features to observe. At least that's how my brain responded, but I get the feeling that most people there operated like that. No one was there to make anyone else feel bad. But overall, it was about a feeling of freedom and a general social environment. One side effect of having no clothes on is that there were no distractions from the social event at hand. You had food and your fellow party goers to talk to. No one was checking their phone. Eye contact? When you are worried about your eyes resting too long on a bare breast or a nice looking butt, it becomes easy to look someone in the face while you are talking to them. Social interactions change in a positive way when everyone is nude. At least that's what I can tell from my first experience with such things. I expect I'll gain more experience in the future. I can proudly say that I have attended my first clothing-optional event as pregnant as one can be. I had fun and walked away feeling good. I can not say that attending threw me into labor. This is too bad.