My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely small family where my mother prohibit my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those rare occasions when 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 try it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. blondes on a beach , like my mother, was extremely self conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was limited to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. On this specific day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the coastline 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 regularly seen distinct beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools could be investigated.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to find an extended beach perhaps 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 delight and took off running down the beach 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'd shed her bathing suit and was now running even faster down the seashore. "I always liked to try this," I admitted 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.
However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co worker 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 at work. A few days after, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I'd 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 absolutely out of the inquiry. "Ok, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." I believe I said it as much to end 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 strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the previous year, up the coast, until I got to the exact same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Simply 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 sole one on the shore 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. nudism dropped their suits like they had done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a trace of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only 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 really did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That is when I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been subjected to the sun before, and I was really 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 certain everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. After several minutes I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, 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 afterwards.
By now there were several hundred men and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without 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 rest of my own life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I remained all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I found it really 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?" I told him I really appreciated the encounter and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, nudism 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 co worker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he and his family go to that shore often and they were planning 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 this kind of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" naturist responded.
"It looks like your back is skinning. 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 beach, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to try it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is nuts.)