My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest family where my mother prohibit my dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those rare occasions when I found myself home for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family trip, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever try it in front of others. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire 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 house was restricted to streaking from the bathroom 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 shoreline 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 visited different beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools may be explored.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect an extended seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had 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 faster down the seashore. "I always liked to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly answered. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co worker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear 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 couple of days after, exactly the same co worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
beach gallery to really go without your wife finding out."
I would 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 entirely out of the question. "Alright, but I would like to go by myself the first time." I think I said it as much to stop the dialog and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I began making plans.
Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not needing to be the sole one on the shore 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 apparent 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 hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these folks 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 immediately rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About beach party came the second moment of truth. That is when I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed to the sun before, and I was going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd head for the cool ocean water and conceal 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. After a couple of seconds 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 admit it!" Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" their first time, only 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 clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
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 would go home and live the rest of my life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I found it really 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 co-worker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually appreciated 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 naturist occurred I didnt expect.
A couple of hours later, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. " beach girl and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he and his family go to that shore often and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this type of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. beach freedom after I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a lovely holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is peeling!" 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!
Unfortunately for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Social 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.)