My First Time

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My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very modest family where my mom forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) 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 entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
That chance 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 bathroom to the bedroom after a shower. On beach girl , the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shore of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this special 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 special corner to find a long shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. naturist had completely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to attempt this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly answered. 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.
Yet, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a coworker a couple of days afterwards. 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?
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, exactly the same coworker came into my office and shut the door.
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
I'd feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was entirely out of the question. "Alright, but I would like to go by myself the very first time." I think I said it as much to stop the dialogue 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 perhaps this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I started making strategies.
Simply 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 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 evident 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 probably had) with not a hint of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only these folks 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 immediately rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected 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 had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After beach babes 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 acknowledge it!" But beach freedom did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of terror" their first time, only 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. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
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 own life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I remained all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out afterwards that the shore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered it really 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, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually 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 maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt expect.
A couple of hours later, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! nudism couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this sort of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. 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 butt is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her head 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!
Sadly for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is nuts.)