My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very small family where my mother prohibit my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever attempt 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 nerve.
My wife, like my mom, 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. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly visited different shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could be investigated.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to discover a long shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she'd shed her bathing suit and was now running even quicker down the shore. "I always wanted to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther.
As a family we never went back. However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker a couple of 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 wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project at work. A couple of days afterwards, the same co worker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? beach babes to go without your wife finding out."
I'd 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 totally out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I wish to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I began making strategies.
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 started to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were evident 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 hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just 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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed to sunlight before, and I was really going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would head for the cool ocean water and hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. After a few moments 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 beach gallery did. Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. 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 own life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, surprising experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out later that the shore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.
On beach freedom , first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I actually enjoyed 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 anticipate.
A few hours later, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he along with his family go to that shore regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to this type of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a lovely vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her head 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 attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
beach bum , 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.)