My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely small family where my mom prohibit my dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
That opportunity came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, was incredibly self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was restricted to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently seen different shores along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools could be investigated.
On beach blondes , we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find an extended seashore maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She'd completely 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 try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly replied.
However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn 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 finish an important project on the job. beach bum after, the same coworker 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."
"No, I couldnt do that. beach girl 'd 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 completely out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I'd like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the prior year, up the shore, until I got to exactly the same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. 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 sole 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 began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were apparent groups of friends who'd done this many times before. They all dropped their suits like they'd done it a thousand times before (they likely had) with not a touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only these people had no tan lines.
I 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 immediately rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to sunlight before, and I was going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would head for the cool ocean water and conceal 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 everybody to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After several seconds I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of dread" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.
I didnt expect to love the feeling so much. I believed this whole thing would be a few minutes checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I'd go home and live the rest of my entire life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an amazing, unexpected experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I found it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually loved the experience 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 expect.
A few hours after, another co worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he and his family go to that beach often and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this type of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. A couple of days after I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a lovely vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.
blondes on a beach in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
" naturist looks like your back is peeling. In fact your end is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her mind put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that beach, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I liked to try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "crazy" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that shore (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) believes the world is crazy.)