My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest family where my mom forbid my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself home for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family excursion, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt 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.
My wife, like my mother, was extremely 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. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently seen distinct beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might be investigated.
On this particular 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 an extended shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She'd absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to attempt this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but firmly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther.
Nonetheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly admitted he and 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 wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A couple of days after, exactly the same co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to really 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 completely out of the inquiry. "Ok, but I need to go by myself the first time." I believe 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 chance to attempt it, and I started making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the prior year, up the shore, until I got to the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Only I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the only one on the beach 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 obvious groups of friends who had done this many times before. beach bum 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 shore. Just 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 instantly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I realized I was burning in places that had not been exposed to sunlight 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 'd, and stood up. I was specific 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 few seconds 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!" But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of dread" their first time, simply to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
By now there were beach babes and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing instant when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
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 would go home and live the rest of my life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out after that the shore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I found it actually 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 coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I truly loved 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 anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big 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 shore frequently and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" nudism inquired. "Do lots of the people I know go down to this kind of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We simply never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her thoughts 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 few of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
blondes on a beach (now my ex) believes the world is nuts.)