My First Time

My first <a href= naturist _clubs_h">nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very small family where my mother prohibit my dad 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 attempt it in front of others. However, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
My wife, like my mom, was incredibly self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was limited to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.
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 particular corner to find a lengthy beach perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach 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 quicker down the shore. "I always liked to attempt this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but firmly replied. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my 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 few days after, the exact same co-worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? 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."
"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. "Fine, but I need to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to attempt 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 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 midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole 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 began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were obvious 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 touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these people 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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in areas that hadn't been exposed to sunlight before, and I was really going to have 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 particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a couple of moments I 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 recognize it!" After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
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 clothes.
beach babes was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I believed 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 remainder of my life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. beach babes found out later that the shore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it really a very relaxing day. I even played a small 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 truly enjoyed 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 couple of hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said softly 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 believed I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to such a seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your bottom 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 wanted to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)