My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely modest family where my mother forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever try 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.
naturist came when I was married with a six year old daughter. 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, looking for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to detect an extended shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the group. 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 faster down the beach. "I always liked to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly responded. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co-worker a few 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 following summer my lovely 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 later, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door. nudism ," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out?
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was absolutely out of the question. "Ok, but I would like to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making strategies.
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 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. nudism were families, some were couples, and some were obvious 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 probably had) with not a touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these individuals had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth once 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 a half hour later came the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places that had not been subjected to sunlight before, and I was going to have 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. I strove 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. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of horror" their first time, simply 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 people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising instant when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I thought this whole thing would be a few moments checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I'd go home and live the remainder of my entire life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I found it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.


On beach babes , first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I really loved 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 perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.
A couple of hours later, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a huge grin 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 believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the folks I know go down to this type of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "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.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your end is peeling!" 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 liked to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is nuts.)