My First Time

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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 mom prohibit my father to get 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 attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.
That opportunity 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 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 shore 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 different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be explored.
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 special corner to detect a lengthy beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further.
However, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co worker several days later. He nonchalantly admitted he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my lovely 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 after, the exact same co-worker came into my office and shut the door.
"What?"
Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."


"No, I couldnt do that. 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 folks from work was totally out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I began 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 wanting 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 began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were evident 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 likely had) with not a hint of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only these folks had no tan lines.
https://s3.amazonaws.com/nude-beach/young-nudist-pictures.html reach my first moment of truth when I understood it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and immediately rolled onto my belly, 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 understood I was burning in areas that hadn't been exposed 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 specific everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After several 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 admit it!" But nobody did. Later, 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 afterwards.
By now there were several hundred men and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 remainder of my own life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I remained all afternoon. I found out afterwards that the shore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered it actually an extremely 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 co-worker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually 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 perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt expect.
A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! https://s3.amazonaws.com/tiny-nudist/young-nudists-pics.html explained he along with his family go to that shore regularly and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this kind of beach?"
" family nudist photo than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There is 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 wonderful vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your butt 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 wanted to try it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly 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 extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)