My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very small family where my mom prohibit my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always interested about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself home for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family excursion, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever try it in front of others. However, beach girl -dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
My wife, like my mom, was incredibly self conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was limited 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 often visited distinct shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be explored.
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 find a lengthy beach maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the group. She'd totally 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 quicker down the seashore. "I always liked to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker several days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with 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 next summer my 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. A few days later, the exact same coworker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
nudism What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."
Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. "Fine, but I want to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I began making strategies.
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 beach 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 obvious 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 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 beach. Just these folks 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 instantly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in areas 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 would head for the cool ocean water and conceal my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few minutes I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But nobody did. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of horror" their first time, just 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. Only without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising instant when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 rest of my life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. 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 discovered it really a very relaxing day. beach party 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, 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 something happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours later, another co-worker came into my office and closed 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 going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the folks I know go down to this sort of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. A few days 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 is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your booty 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 liked to attempt it."
"Oh beach babes !
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!


Societal nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is nuts.)