My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very small family where my mom prohibit my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever try it in front of others. However, 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 mom, was incredibly 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 day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shoreline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently visited different shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might be investigated.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find a long beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. beach party need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore 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'd shed her bathing suit and was now running even faster down the seashore. "I always wanted to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker several days later. He nonchalantly admitted he and 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 wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A couple of days after, the exact same coworker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
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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 inquiry. "Alright, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." I think I said it as much to end the dialog 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.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last 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 hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the only 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 started 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 had 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 seashore. Just these people had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth when 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 truly 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 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 specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. After several minutes I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!" Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" their first time, just 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
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'd go home and live the rest of my entire life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, sudden encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out after that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with 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 really enjoyed the encounter 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 expect.
A couple of hours after, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly 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 often and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to such a shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."
There's nudism 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 inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your behind is skinning!" There was a nervous pause 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 wanted to attempt it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it frequently during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a number 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 needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)