My First Time

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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 forbid my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for several hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, was incredibly self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house was restricted to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower. On this particular day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the coast 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 often visited different shores along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools might be investigated.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find an extended seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. beach bum should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. " beach bum dare!" she gently but firmly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further.
As a family we never went back. However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker several days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted he and 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 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 exact same coworker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out?
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I need to go by myself the very first time." But as beach freedom passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to try it, and I started making plans.
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 needing to be the sole one on the shore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. beach freedom 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 obvious groups of friends who had 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 trace of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only these people had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth once I understood 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 really did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been subjected to sunlight before, and I was really going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would head for the cool ocean water and hide 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. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. 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 recognize it!" Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of horror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.


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 rest of my own life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an astonishing, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it actually 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 coworker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I really 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 occurred I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, 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! He then explained he along with his family go to that shore regularly and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to such a shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just never talk about it."
There is 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 wonderful vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I replied.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your behind is skinning!" 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 frequently during the next few years, especially when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "mad" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
blondes on a beach (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)