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 mom forbid my father to have 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 attempt 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 extremely self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was restricted to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to discover a lengthy seashore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the group. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Yet, I happened to mention our random discovery to a coworker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists lived 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 finish an important project on the job. A couple of days later, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
I would feel like I was cheating or something."
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 question. "Fine, but I wish to go by myself the first time." I think I said it as much to end the dialogue and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making plans.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the prior year, up the coast, until I got to the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just 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 began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were apparent groups of friends who had done this many times before. beach girl dropped their suits like they'd done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a trace 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.
I reach my first moment of truth once 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 really did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That is when I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed to sunlight before, and I was 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 'd, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. After a couple of minutes I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, blondes on a beach 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Just without beach gallery .
I didnt expect to love the feeling so much. I thought this whole thing would be a few moments checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I'd go home and live the remainder of my life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an amazing, unexpected experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out later that the shore had it unofficial mayor as well as 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 improper in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my co-worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I really appreciated 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 happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! 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 big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to this type of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely 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.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your booty is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her thoughts 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 wanted to try it."


"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it frequently during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "mad" husband.
Unfortunately for her, some of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)