My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely modest family where my mom forbid my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) 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 courage.
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 restroom to the bedroom after a shower.
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 special corner to discover a lengthy beach perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We need to go - now!" At nudism , my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further.
As a family we never went back. Nevertheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see 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 shut the door.
"What?"
"Remember 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."
Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was totally out of the inquiry. "Ok, but I'd like to go by myself the first time." But as beach party passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to try it, and I started making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the prior year, up the coast, until I got to 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 halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the only 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 evident 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 likely had) with not a hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just these folks 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 instantly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That's when I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed to the sun 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 'd, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I would 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 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 acknowledge it!" But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of horror" their first time, simply 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 clothing.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 would go home and live the rest of my own life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, sudden experience, and I remained all day. I found out afterwards that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it actually 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, just, "Well?" I told him I really appreciated the experience 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 anticipate.
A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a huge 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 planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this type of beach?"
"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'd forgotten about.
naturist in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your booty is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her mind put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that shore, 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!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
beach bum (now my ex) thinks the world is nuts.)