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 have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) However, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself home for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family trip, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. 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 guts.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mother, 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 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 special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find a long beach maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the group. She had absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther.
Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker a couple of days later. 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 following summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days later, exactly the same co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
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, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was totally out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I wish to go by myself the first time." I believe I said it as much to end the dialogue and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I began making plans.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the prior year, up the coast, 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 halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not needing to be the sole one on the seashore 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 had 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 touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only 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 immediately 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 is when I realized I was burning in areas that had not been exposed 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 conceal my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, 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 naturist realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!" After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of terror" 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothing.
That was my moment of epiphany. 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'd go home and live the rest of my own life.
Nope, someday would need to return. blondes on a beach was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it really 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, beach babes wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then beach bum occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said softly 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 shore often and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this sort of beach?"


"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. A couple of days after I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom 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 wanted to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is nuts.)