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 forbid my father to have 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 rare occasions when I found myself home for several hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family trip, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. beach bum 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 attempt sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
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 restroom to the bedroom after a shower.
On this particular Sunday, 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 discover an extended seashore maybe 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 delight and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She'd absolutely 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 faster down the shore. "I always wanted to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently 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. Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker a few days after. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists lived 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. A couple of days afterwards, the exact same coworker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
I'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 people from work was totally out of the question. "Okay, but I wish to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I began making plans.
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 wanting to be the sole one on the seashore 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. beach babes 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 likely had) with not a hint of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Just these folks 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 really did it!"
About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been subjected 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 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 everybody to judge. After several seconds I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and admit it!" But nobody did. 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 later.


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 adore the feeling so much. I believed 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, sudden experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I discovered it actually a very 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 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 happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he along with his family go to that shore regularly and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the folks 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. A few days after I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a lovely holiday except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your booty is skinning!" 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 naturist ! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it often during the next few years, especially when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Unfortunately for beach girl , a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
beach gallery (now my ex) believes the world is crazy.)