My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely modest family where my mom prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself dwelling 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 would ever try 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 nerve.
My wife, like my mom, was extremely self conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was restricted to streaking from the restroom 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 shoreline where these pools could be explored.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to discover a long beach perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She'd absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly answered. After beach blondes 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 several days later. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the next summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. blondes on a beach stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A few days after, the same coworker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
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"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
I'd feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down beach babes with Gail and me."
Well, beach bum was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I wish to go by myself the first time." I believe I said it as much to stop the conversation 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 maybe this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making plans.
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 big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Only 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 only 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 likely 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 knew 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 truly did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in areas that had not been subjected to sunlight 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 hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. After a couple of seconds I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and admit it!" Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of 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 moments checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I'd go home and live the remainder of my life.
Nope, someday would need 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 shore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered it really a very 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 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 few hours later, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this kind of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. A couple of days later I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. 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 replied.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your end is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her head 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 wanted to attempt it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, notably when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "crazy" husband.
Unfortunately for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)