My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest family where my mother forbid my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those infrequent 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. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try 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 house was limited 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 frequently visited distinct shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might be explored.
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 discover an extended seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She'd totally 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 wanted to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co worker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the next summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. beach girl , exactly the same co worker 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."
"No, I couldnt do that. 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 totally out of the question. "Okay, but I need to go by myself the first time." I believe I said it as much to stop the conversation 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.
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 wanting to be the sole 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 started to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were clear 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 likely had) with not a trace of self consciousness or shyness. beach freedom and sand seats 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 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. That's when I understood I was burning in areas that had not been subjected to the sun 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 I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. blondes on a beach was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. After a couple of 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 recognize it!" But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing second 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 believed 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 remainder of my life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an amazing, surprising experience, and I remained all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I found it really an extremely 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, simply, "Well?" I told him I truly 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 few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he and his family go to that shore often and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do lots of the people I know go down to this sort of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There is 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 responded.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your butt is paring!" 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 attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is crazy.)