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 small family where my mother prohibit my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) However, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself dwelling for a few hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family trip, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. 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 entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
That chance 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 limited to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to find an extended seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She'd absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she had shed her bathing suit and was now running even faster down the beach. "I always liked to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but firmly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. 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 random discovery to a co worker a couple of days after. He nonchalantly admitted he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
nudism passed, and the next 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, the exact same coworker 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 really go without your wife finding out."
I would feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the question. "Okay, but I would like to go by myself the first time." I believe I said it as much to stop the dialog 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 opportunity 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 needing to be the only one on the beach 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 obvious groups of friends who had done this many times before. They all dropped their suits like they had done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just these people 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 instantly rolled onto my stomach, 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 had not been subjected to sunlight before, and I was going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd head for the cool ocean water and conceal my privates there.


So I summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd 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 recognize it!" Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of horror" their first time, simply to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
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.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I believed 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 have to come back. beach blondes was an amazing, unexpected experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it actually 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 co worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I truly 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 perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co worker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a big smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he and his family go to that beach frequently and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do nudism of the folks I know go down to this sort of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. A few days after 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 is that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It looks 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 shore, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is nuts.)