My First Time

nudism came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely modest family where my mother prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those infrequent occasions when I found myself dwelling for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family trip, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
My wife, like my mother, was incredibly 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. 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 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 area a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to find a long shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She had 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 beach. "I always liked to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly responded. 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.
However, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a coworker several days later. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! beach babes knew?
A year passed, and the next 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 after, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door. beach blondes ," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
I'd feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was totally out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." I believe I said it as much to end the conversation and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making strategies.
Simply I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the sole one on the seashore 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 clear 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 seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just these people had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth when I understood it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I realized I was burning in places 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 conceal 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 everyone to judge. After a couple of minutes I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" their first time, just 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
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 need to come back. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. 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 improper 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 inappropriate in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" beach freedom told him I really 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 occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours later, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he along with his family go to that shore frequently and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is beach freedom ?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this sort of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely holiday 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 looks like your back is peeling. In fact your butt is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 needed to attempt it."
"Oh my God!


Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (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) believes the world is crazy.)