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− | My first nudist experience came by accident | + | 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 mom prohibit my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.<br />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 house 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 coastline 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 visited different shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be investigated.<br />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 detect a lengthy seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.<br />"I always wanted to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" [https://sendit.cloud/80q45jtxbk7u beach gallery] but firmly answered. After [https://www.sendspace.com/file/09u68m naturist] regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br />Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker several 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?<br />A year passed, and the next 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 at work. A few days after, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door.<br />"What?"<br />Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."<br />"No, I couldnt do that. I'd feel like I was cheating or something."<br />Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Ok, but I need to go by myself the 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.<br />That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the shore, until I got to the exact same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole one on the beach 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. They all dropped their suits like they'd done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these individuals had no tan lines.<br />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 promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"<br />About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in places that had not been subjected to the sun before, and I was really 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.<br />So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. After several minutes 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!" Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of horror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit after.<br />By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.<br /><br /><br />That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 remainder of my life.<br />Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it actually a very relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually appreciated 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 perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.<br />A couple of hours later, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big smile on his face.<br />Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he along with his family go to that shore often and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it would have!).<br />"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this type of shore?"<br />"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just never talk about it."<br />There's a postscript to this story. [http://www.docspal.com/viewer?id=- beach blondes] boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a lovely holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"<br />"What?" I replied.<br />"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your end is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her head put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that beach, did you?"<br />I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to attempt it."<br />"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 "insane" husband.<br />Sadly for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) also!<br />Societal nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)<br /> |
Revision as of 17:30, 28 June 2020
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 mom prohibit my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt 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 house 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 coastline 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 visited different shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be investigated.
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 detect a lengthy seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" beach gallery but firmly answered. After naturist regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker several 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 next 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 at work. A few days after, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
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."
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 inquiry. "Ok, but I need to go by myself the 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.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the shore, until I got to the exact same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole one on the beach 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. They all dropped their suits like they'd done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these individuals 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 promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in places that had not been subjected to the sun before, and I was really 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 had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. After several minutes 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!" Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of horror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 remainder of my life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found 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 coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually appreciated 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 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 partner 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 shore often and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks 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. beach blondes boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. 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 looks like your back is peeling. In fact your end is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her head 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 needed to attempt 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 "insane" husband.
Sadly for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)