My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when 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 anyhow.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would 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 mother, was extremely self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house was restricted to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently visited distinct beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could be explored.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to discover a long shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" beach blondes cried out, "Its a nude beach. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She had totally 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 quicker down the beach. "I always liked to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further.
As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly admitted 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 next summer my lovely 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 coworker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to 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 folks from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I would like to go by myself the very first time." I believe I said it as much to stop the dialogue and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to try it, and I started making strategies.
Only I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the only 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 apparent groups of friends who'd 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 beach. Only these folks had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth once I understood 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 later came 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 really going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd head for the cool ocean water and hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. After a couple of moments I 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!" Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of dread" their first time, only 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. Just without clothing.
beach girl didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I thought this whole thing would be a few moments checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I would go home and live the remainder of my own life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an amazing, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all day. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small 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 appreciated 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 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 wife and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! beach blondes couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he and his family go to that shore regularly and they were going 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 folks I know go down to this type of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We simply never talk about it."


There is a postscript to this story. A few days later I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. beach gallery had a lovely holiday except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is paring!" 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 try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it frequently during the next few years, notably when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "insane" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is nuts.)