My First Time

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My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very small family where my mom prohibit my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) However, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions when I found myself home for several 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 would ever attempt 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 courage.
My wife, like my mother, was incredibly self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house was restricted 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.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to discover a long seashore maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She'd completely forgotten about any tide pools.
My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she had shed her bathing suit and was now running even faster down the seashore. "I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly answered. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days later, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"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."
"Nah, how would she ever find out?
Well, beach gallery was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was entirely out of the question. "Okay, but I would like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I began making strategies.
Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the sole one on the beach who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It 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 evident groups of friends who had 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 trace of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just these individuals 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 stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in places 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 hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. beach gallery was certain everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. After a couple of minutes I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and admit it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of dread" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit later.
By now there were several hundred men and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 return. This was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all day. beach girl felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate 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 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 experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and closed 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! He then explained he along with 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 big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the folks I know go down to this type of beach?"
" nudism than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely holiday except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your end is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her thoughts put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. " beach freedom knew youd never go there and I needed to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is nuts.)