My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest 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 interested about it and on those rare occasions when 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 clothing for an hour here or an hour there. beach gallery 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 try 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 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.
On this particular 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 find an extended seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but firmly answered. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co-worker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with 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 complete an important project on the job. A couple of days afterwards, exactly the same co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to 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 folks from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Ok, but I would like to go by myself the very first time." I believe 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 began thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to try it, and I started making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the prior year, up the shore, until I got to exactly the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was barely 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 few hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others began to arrive. beach gallery 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 touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Just 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 immediately rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected to sunlight before, and I was really going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would head for the cool ocean water and conceal my privates there.
So blondes on a beach summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. After a couple of seconds I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and admit it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" their first time, only 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 people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising instant when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. I 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 entire life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, sudden experience, 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 inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered it really a very relaxing day. I even played a little 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?" 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 anticipate.
A few hours after, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! naturism couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he along with his family go to that shore regularly and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this kind of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."
There is 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 asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your booty is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her head put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to attempt 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 "mad" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is crazy.)