My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely small family where my mom forbid my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) However, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those rare occasions when I found myself dwelling for a couple of hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would 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 house was restricted to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. On beach party , the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shoreline 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 distinct shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could be explored.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to discover a lengthy beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She had 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 seashore. "I always liked to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied. After blondes on a beach 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 a couple of days later. He nonchalantly admitted he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists lived 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 at work. A couple of days later, exactly the same coworker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
I'd 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 entirely out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I wish to go by myself the very first time." I think I said it as much to stop the conversation 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 opportunity 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 shore, until I got to the exact same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Only I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. naturism walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not needing to be the sole one on the beach 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 clear 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 likely had) with not a trace of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. 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 blondes on a beach 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's when I understood I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to sunlight before, and I was really 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 'd, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. After a few seconds I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of horror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit later.
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 joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I believed 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 astonishing, surprising encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it actually a very 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 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 maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of 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 huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! naturist couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he along with his family go to that shore often and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this kind of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just 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's that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her thoughts 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 often during the next few years, especially when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "mad" husband.
Sadly for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is nuts.)