My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely small family where my mother prohibit my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions when 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 'd 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 home was limited to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After http://karunadu.karnataka.gov.in/ksteps/lists/feedback/dispform.aspx?id=42953 rounded a particular corner to discover a long beach perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to try this," I admitted to my wife. " http://www.educacional.com.br/recursos/redirect.asp?url=http://oapi.info/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=picsnudism.com/topic/tpc-wet-beach-babes.php dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker several days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted 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 visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A few days after, the same co-worker 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."
"No, I couldnt do that. 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, http://search.wi.gov/cpp/help/urlstatusgo.html?url=http://carmaxcommunity.net/__media__/js/netsoltrademark.php?d=kors4all.com/contribution/episodes-nudist-camp-sex-video.php was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Ok, but I need 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 attempt it, and I started making plans.
Only I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole one on the shore 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 obvious 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 likely 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. Only these folks had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth when I knew it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and instantly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood 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 '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 particular 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 a few moments I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and recognize it!" Later, 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 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 surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
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 would go home and live the remainder of my life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I remained all afternoon. I found out afterwards that the shore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered it actually a very relaxing day. I even played a little beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my co-worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I really 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 expect.
A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge grin on his face.


Oh, no! https://koala-gitlab.ipr.kit.edu/angerrock0 couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then https://ippathway.greenriver.edu/forums/user/beatcamel2 explained he along with his family go to that shore often and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to this sort of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We simply never talk about it."
There is 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 responded.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your end is paring!" 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 frequently during the next few years, notably when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "insane" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is nuts.)