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 small family where my mother forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later 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 attempt sometime in my entire 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 mom, 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 frequently seen different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could 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 special corner to detect a lengthy beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She had absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly answered. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a coworker several days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover 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 at work. A few days after, exactly the same co worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"


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 beach gallery with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was entirely out of the inquiry. "Fine, but I would like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I began making strategies.
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 needing to be the only one on the shore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. naturism 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 obvious groups of friends who had done this many times before. They all dropped their suits like they had done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only beach freedom 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! naturist did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected to the sun before, and I was really going to need 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. 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. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of dread" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit later.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I thought this whole thing would be a few minutes 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 come back. This was an astonishing, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out afterwards that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I discovered it really a very 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 loved the encounter and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back some other day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt expect.
A few hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he along with his family go to that shore often and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to such a seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely vacation 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 paring!" 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 liked to try 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, 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) thinks the world is crazy.)