My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were 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 anyway.) However, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for several hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family excursion, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever try it in front of others. However, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
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 specific 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 frequently visited distinct shores along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools may be investigated.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to discover a long shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She'd completely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. Nevertheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a coworker several days later. He nonchalantly admitted he along with 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 following 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 afterwards, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
I would feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. "Okay, but beach girl want to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I began making plans.
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 desiring 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 began 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 had done it a thousand times before (they likely had) with not a hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just these people 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 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 sunlight before, and I was going to need 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 specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone 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. Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of terror" their first time, simply to look back and laugh at their conceit later.
By now there were several hundred people 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 love 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 rest of my entire life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I remained all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out later that the shore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I found it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. beach blondes 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 actually loved the encounter 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 occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours later, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! blondes on a beach couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he and 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 huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to this type of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply 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 lovely holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your butt is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her thoughts put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?"
nudism nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to try it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
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.)