My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest family where my mother prohibit my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) However, as a teenager I was always curious 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. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
My wife, like my mom, was incredibly self conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house 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 regularly visited different beaches 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 certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to detect a lengthy shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had 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 quicker down the beach. "I always liked to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly replied. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker several days later. He nonchalantly admitted he and 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 wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days afterwards, exactly the same co worker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
"No, naturism couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the question. "Okay, but naturism want to go by myself the very first time." I believe I said it as much to stop the dialogue and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I began making plans.
Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole 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 started to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were apparent 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 likely had) with not a touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Just 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 instantly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. blondes on a beach 's when I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected to the sun 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 hide my privates there.
So beach party summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a couple of seconds 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!" Nobody cared about me at all. After, 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 later.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore 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 rest of my entire life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out afterwards that the shore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I discovered it actually an extremely 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 co worker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I really loved 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 perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt expect.
A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a huge 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 planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to such a beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. beach freedom of 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 asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your end is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it often during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "crazy" husband.
Sadly for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is nuts.)