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 prohibit my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) 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 trip, 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. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
My wife, like my mom, was extremely 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. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly seen different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be investigated.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to discover a lengthy seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude 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 bunch. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly responded.
As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our casual 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 learn 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. beach gallery after, exactly the same coworker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."


I would feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. "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 opportunity to attempt it, and I began making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the coast, until I got to the exact same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. beach gallery 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'd done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only these people 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 later came the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in areas that had not 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 hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. After a few seconds I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and admit it!" Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of terror" their first time, only 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.
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 rest of my life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it actually a very relaxing day. I even played a small 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 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 perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A few hours later, another co worker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach regularly and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to this type of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "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 wonderful 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 seems like your back is skinning. In fact your butt is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it frequently during the next few years, notably when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Sadly for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is crazy.)