My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely modest family where my mother forbid my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) However, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those infrequent occasions when I found myself home for a couple of 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, 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 mother, 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. On this specific day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the coastline 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 certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find 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 delight and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She'd absolutely 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 admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly 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 casual discovery to a co worker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged 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 wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project at work. A couple of days later, the exact same co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
"No, beach party couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was totally out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." I think 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 try it, and I started making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the shore, until I got to the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, sp read 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 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 hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just these individuals 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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in areas that had not been subjected to the sun before, and I was going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd 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 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. After a couple of minutes I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and 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 "moment of dread" 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 url .
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I believed 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 have to return. This was an amazing, sudden encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it really a very relaxing day. I even played a small 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 really enjoyed 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 maybe someday. Then something occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then click explained he along with his family go to that shore frequently and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this sort of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. " naturist 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 vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is skinning. 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 beach, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I liked to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, some of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)