My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very modest family where my mom prohibit my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) 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 life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, was incredibly 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 particular day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shoreline 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 regularly seen distinct shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be explored.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to detect an extended seashore maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the group. She'd completely 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 beach. "I always liked to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly responded.
As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our random 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 learn this. Nudists dwelt among us! https://slashdot.org/submission/12070783/the-nemean-lion-it-perhaps-originated-from-a-phall\ knew?
A year passed, and the next 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 later, the exact same co-worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
I'd 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 people from work was absolutely out of the question. "Fine, but I would like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I started making plans.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the previous year, up the coast, until I got to the exact same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Simply I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting 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 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 touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just these individuals 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 instantly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in areas that had not been exposed 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 'd, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After several minutes I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!" Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
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 didnt expect to adore 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 return. This was an astonishing, surprising encounter, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I discovered it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.
On http://sqworl.com/9e7oe2 , first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I truly loved the encounter 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 expect.
A few hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach often and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do lots of the people I know go down to this type 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 responded.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your behind is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 needed 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 "insane" husband.
Sadly for her, a few 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.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is crazy.)