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 forbid my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) 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 entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
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 limited to streaking from the restroom 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.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect an extended beach maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied. After we regained 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 co-worker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the next summer my 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 after, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
I would 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 entirely out of the question. "Okay, but I'd 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 attempt it, and I started making plans.
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 wanting to be the only 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 obvious groups of friends who had done this many times before. They all 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 seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Just these individuals had no tan lines.


I reach my first moment of truth once I knew it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and instantly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been subjected to the sun 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 certain everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few seconds I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having naturism and the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of dread" their first time, simply to look back and laugh at their conceit later.
By now there were several hundred men and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising instant 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 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 come back. This was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out after that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a little 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, simply, "Well?" beach babes 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 occurred I didnt expect.
A couple of 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 big smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach often and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to such a seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. A couple of days later 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 inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It seems 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 liked to try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it regularly 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 her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
beach freedom (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)