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 mom forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) 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 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 home was restricted to streaking from the bathroom 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.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect a long shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly answered. 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.
However, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co worker a couple of days afterwards. 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 next 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 after, the same coworker 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."
Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was entirely out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I want to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I started making strategies.
Simply I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway 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 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 evident 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 hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just these folks had no tan lines.
I 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 promptly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"


About naturist after arrived the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected to sunlight before, and I was 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. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few 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!" After, 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.
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 rest of my entire life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out afterwards that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as 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, just, "Well?" beach gallery told him I really appreciated the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt expect.
A few hours later, 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! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! 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'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to this kind of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. naturism 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 inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your butt is skinning!" 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 liked to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, some 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 needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)