My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely modest family where my mom prohibit my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) However, as a teen I was always interested about it and on those rare 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 clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It 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 entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
That opportunity came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mother, was incredibly 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 frequently visited distinct beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be investigated.
On https://www.empowher.com/users/answerglass7 , we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to find a long beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the group. She had 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 quicker down the beach. "I always liked to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded.
As a family we never went back. Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker a few days later. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists lived 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. A couple of days later, the same co-worker came into my office and shut the door.
"What?"
Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I'd 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 folks from work was completely out of the question. "Okay, but I would like to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to try it, and I began making plans.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the coast, until I got to the exact same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just 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 sole 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 apparent groups of friends who'd done this many times before. They all dropped their suits like they had done it a thousand times before (they likely had) with not a touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas 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 when I knew it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and promptly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in areas that had not been subjected to the sun before, and I was going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd head for the cool ocean water and hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific 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 beach bum looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and admit it!" Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" 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.
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 rest of my entire life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I remained all day. I found out later that the shore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small 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?" http://search.wi.gov/cpp/help/urlstatusgo.html?url=http://beach-photos.net told him I really loved the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back some other day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours later, another coworker 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 seat! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is http://www.visevi.it/index.php?option=com_k2&view=itemlist&task=user&id=1970282 ?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this kind of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your end is peeling!" There was naturism while her thoughts 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 liked to try it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is crazy.)