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 mother prohibit my dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) 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 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 house was restricted to streaking from the restroom 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 shore 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 frequently visited different shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could be investigated.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to find a lengthy shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She'd absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to try this," I admitted 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 co-worker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear 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 finish an important project on the job. beach bum of days later, 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? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I'd feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was completely out of the inquiry. "Ok, but I need to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to try it, and I started making plans.
Only I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole one on the seashore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. beach bum 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 apparent 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 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 individuals 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 immediately 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 is when I understood I was burning in places that had not been exposed to sunlight before, and I was going to have 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 had, and stood up. nudism was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I strove 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 and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of horror" their first time, only 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. Just without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing 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 minutes 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 need to return. This was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all afternoon. 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 really an extremely 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 enjoyed the encounter 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 expect.
A couple of hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he and his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do lots of the people I know go down to this kind of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your booty is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her head 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 needed to attempt it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, especially when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Societal 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.)