My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very small family where my mother forbid my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever try it in front of others. However, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, was extremely self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house was restricted to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. On this particular day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the coastline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect a long beach maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She'd absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she had shed her bathing suit and was now running even quicker down the shore. "I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but firmly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker a few days after. beach blondes acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A few days after, exactly the same co-worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
I would feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out?
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I would like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I began making plans.
Simply I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not needing to be the only one on the shore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a couple of hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others started to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were obvious groups of friends who had done this many times before. They all dropped their suits like they'd done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only these people had no tan lines.
nudism reach my first moment of truth when I understood it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and promptly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in places that had not been subjected to sunlight before, and I was going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd head for the cool ocean water and hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After beach bum realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of terror" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit later.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes.
I didnt expect to love the feeling so much. I thought this whole thing would be a few minutes checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I would go home and live the remainder of my own life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.
On naturist , first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually appreciated the encounter and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something occurred I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he and his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to this kind of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your behind is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her thoughts put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. " beach party knew youd never go there and I needed to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)