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− | My first nudist experience came by accident | + | 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 forbid my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.<br />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 restroom to the bedroom after a shower. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we often seen different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might be explored.<br />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 detect a lengthy seashore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. 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 had completely forgotten about any tide pools.<br />My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she'd shed her bathing suit and was now running even quicker down the seashore. "I always wanted to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br />However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co worker several days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. [https://slashdot.org/submission/12070783/the-nemean-lion-it-perhaps-originated-from-a-phall https://slashdot.org/submission/12070783/the-nemean-lion-it-perhaps-originated-from-a-phall\] was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?<br />A year passed, and the following summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A couple of days afterwards, the same co-worker came into my office and closed the door.<br />"What?"<br />Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."<br />I would feel like I was cheating or something."<br />"Nah, how would she ever find out?<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was totally out of the question. "Fine, but I need 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 started making strategies.<br />Only 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 few hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were clear 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 individuals had no tan lines.<br />I reach my first moment of truth once I knew 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 really did it!"<br />About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to the sun before, and I was 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.<br />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 couple of moments I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But [http://sqworl.com/9e7oe2 http://sqworl.com/9e7oe2] did. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.<br />By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes.<br />That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore 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.<br />Nope, someday would have to return. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a little beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I really enjoyed 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 anticipate.<br />A couple of hours after, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge smile on his face.<br />Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).<br />"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to such a beach?"<br />"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."<br />There's 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 lovely vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What's that?"<br />"What?" I answered.<br />"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her mind put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that beach, did you?"<br />I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to try it."<br />"Oh my God!<br />Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!<br />Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)<br /><br /><br /> |
Revision as of 11:00, 27 July 2020
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 forbid my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.
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 restroom to the bedroom after a shower. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we often seen different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might be explored.
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 detect a lengthy seashore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. 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 had completely forgotten about any tide pools.
My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she'd shed her bathing suit and was now running even quicker down the seashore. "I always wanted to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co worker several days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. https://slashdot.org/submission/12070783/the-nemean-lion-it-perhaps-originated-from-a-phall\ 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 see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A couple of days afterwards, the same co-worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
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 question. "Fine, but I need 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 started making strategies.
Only 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 few hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were clear 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 individuals had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth once I knew 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 really did it!"
About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to the sun before, and I was 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 '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 couple of moments I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But http://sqworl.com/9e7oe2 did. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without 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 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 return. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it actually an extremely 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, simply, "Well?" I told him I really enjoyed 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 anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to such a beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There's 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 lovely vacation 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 bottom 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 needed to try it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)