My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to beach bum , I were raised in an extremely small family where my mother prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, 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, blondes on a beach was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
My wife, like my mom, was extremely self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house was limited to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect a lengthy beach perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.


"I always wanted to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly responded. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. However, beach gallery happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. beach gallery was more than surprised to discover 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 at work. A couple of days later, the same coworker came into my office and closed 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."
"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 completely out of the question. "Alright, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." I think 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.
Simply 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 beach 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 obvious groups of friends who had done this many times before. nudism dropped their suits like they had done it a thousand times before (they likely had) with not a trace of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only these individuals 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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been subjected 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 hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. After a couple of seconds 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 acknowledge it!" But nobody did. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" their first time, just 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 clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing instant when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of 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'd go home and live the rest of my entire life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, sudden experience, and I remained all afternoon. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen 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 coworker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I actually appreciated 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 expect.
A few hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! nudism couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he and his family go to that shore frequently and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to this kind of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your end is peeling!" 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 liked to try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it often during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Sadly for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is crazy.)