My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very small family where my mom prohibit my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teen 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 excursion, I tried out being without clothing 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, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my entire 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 bathroom 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 shore of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this particular 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 detect an extended shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She'd completely 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 wanted to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
However, I happened to mention our random 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 discover this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?


A year passed, and the next summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A couple of days after, the same co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? beach blondes to go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was entirely out of the question. "Alright, but I would like to go by myself the very first time." I believe I said it as much to end the dialog 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 perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I started 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 exactly the same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Simply 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 sole 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 began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were evident groups of friends who'd 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 hint of self consciousness or shyness. beach blondes and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just 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! beach gallery did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed 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 'd, 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!" But nobody did. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment 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. Only without clothing.
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 own life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, unexpected experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor and also 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 nudism , first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I 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 after, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said gently 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 beach often and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "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. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your bottom is skinning!" 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 wanted 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!
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 crazy.)