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 modest family where my mom prohibit my dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family excursion, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever try it in front of others. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
My wife, like my mother, was incredibly self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was limited to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. On this specific day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the coast of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we often visited different beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools could be explored.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find a long seashore perhaps 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 delight and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She'd totally 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 confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied.
As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a coworker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A few days afterwards, exactly the same co worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Fine, but I want to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I started making plans.
Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. beach freedom walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the only one on the seashore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a few 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 had done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a trace of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Just these people had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth once I knew 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 really did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I realized I was burning in places that had not been subjected to sunlight before, and I was really going to need to turn over. But beach party had a better idea: I 'd 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 everyone to judge. After a couple of moments I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and admit it!" But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of terror" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
By now there were several hundred men and women 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 surprising second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.
That was my moment of epiphany. 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 entire life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I remained all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it really a very relaxing day. I even played a little beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I truly loved the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back some other day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A few hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed 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! Then he explained he and his family go to that beach regularly and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this sort of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I replied.
" naturism seems like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is paring!" 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. "I knew youd never go there and I wanted to try it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)