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My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely modest family where my mother prohibit my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) [http://www.kellyandbuzz.sakura.ne.jp/skc/index.php?option=com_k2&amp;view=itemlist&amp;task=user&amp;id=673195 beach girl] felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever try it in front of others. However, skinny dipping was on my mental &quot;Bucket List&quot; to attempt sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.<br /> 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. 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 shoreline where these pools could be explored.<br />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 detect an extended seashore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. &quot;Oh my God!&quot; my wife cried out, &quot;Its a nude beach. We have to go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.<br /> &quot;I always liked to attempt this,&quot; I conceded to my wife. &quot; [http://old.kam-pod.gov.ua/user/shearscolon30/ beach party] dare!&quot; she gently but firmly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br />As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a coworker 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 lived among us! Who knew?<br />A year passed, and the next summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A couple of days later, the same coworker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;Nows your chance,&quot; he said.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /> Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out.&quot;<br /> I'd feel like I was cheating or something.&quot;<br /><br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was completely out of the inquiry. &quot;Okay, but I want to go by myself the first time.&quot; I think I said it as much to end 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 perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I began making strategies.<br />That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the shore, until I got to exactly the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Only I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting 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 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 probably had) with not a hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just these folks had no tan lines.<br />I reach my first moment of truth when I knew it was time to either join in or leave. So I pulled off my suit and instantly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been exposed 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.<br />So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. After a couple of moments 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!&quot; Later, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;instant of terror&quot; their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.<br />By now there were several hundred men and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes.<br />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.<br />Nope, someday would have to return. [http://knsz.prz.edu.pl/forum/member.php?action=profile&amp;uid=508894 beach girl] was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out after that the beach had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I discovered it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a little beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my co-worker came into my office and asked, just, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I actually enjoyed the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.<br />A few hours later, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;My wife and I saw you Saturday,&quot; he said gently with a huge grin on his face.<br />Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he and his family go to that beach often and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).<br />&quot;Is this some huge conspiracy?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Do lots of the folks I know go down to this kind of beach?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he answered. &quot;We simply never talk about it.&quot;<br />There is a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, &quot;What's that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I replied.<br />&quot;It seems like your back is skinning. In [https://www.empowher.com/users/cornetquince99 nudism] is skinning!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her mind put together the puzzle. &quot;Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?&quot;<br />I sheepishly nodded. &quot;I knew youd never go there and I liked to attempt it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc.&quot; 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 &quot;insane&quot; husband.<br />Unfortunately for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!<br />Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)
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My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely small family where my mother prohibit my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever try it in front of others. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental &quot;Bucket List&quot; to try sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.<br />That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mother, was extremely 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 coastline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.<br />On this special 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 find an extended seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. &quot;Oh my God!&quot; my wife cried out, &quot;Its a nude beach. We have to go - now!&quot; 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.<br /> &quot;I always wanted to try this,&quot; I confessed to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she gently but steadfastly answered.<br />As a family we never went back. Nevertheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co worker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?<br />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 on the job. A few days later, the exact same coworker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;Nows your chance,&quot; he said.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br />&quot;Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out.&quot;<br /> I'd feel like I was cheating or something.&quot;<br />&quot;Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me.&quot;<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was absolutely out of the question. &quot;Fine, but I want to go by myself the very first time.&quot; But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to try it, and I started making plans.<br /> Only I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not needing to be the only one on the shore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a couple of hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others started to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were clear 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 chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only these people had no tan lines.<br />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 belly, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been exposed to the sun before, and I was 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.<br />So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few moments I realized they werent looking at me. &quot;Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!&quot; But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;instant of panic&quot; their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit after.<br />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 [http://www.docspal.com/viewer?id=rjgfodgk-17328797 beach babes] .<br />That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 would go home and live the remainder of my own life.<br />Nope, someday would need to return. This was an amazing, unexpected experience, and I remained all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out after that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with 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 small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, simply, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I truly loved the encounter and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, [https://app.box.com/s/r9502o2h30mkuq2nr0aiu4izqch7rgou beach girl] wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.<br />A couple of hours after, another co worker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;My wife and I saw you Saturday,&quot; he said gently with a big smile on his face.<br />Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he and his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).<br />&quot;Is [http://ge.tt/9javA563/v/0 blondes on a beach] ?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Do lots of the folks I know go down to such a seashore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he responded. &quot;We just never talk about it.&quot;<br />There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, &quot;What is that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I answered.<br />&quot;It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is peeling!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her mind put together the puzzle. &quot;Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?&quot;<br />I sheepishly nodded. &quot;I knew youd never go there and I liked to try it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God! [https://www.sendspace.com/file/w500uf beach bum] dont believe it..etc. etc.&quot; 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 &quot;crazy&quot; husband.<br />Unfortunately for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!<br />Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)

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My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely small family where my mother prohibit my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) 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 try sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mother, was extremely 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 coastline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this special 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 find an extended seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. 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'd absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly answered.
As a family we never went back. Nevertheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co worker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover 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 complete an important project on the job. A few days later, 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."
I'd 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 absolutely out of the question. "Fine, but I want to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I began 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 halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not needing to be the only one on the shore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a couple of hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others started to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were clear 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 chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only these people 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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in areas that hadn't been exposed to the sun before, and I was 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 had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few moments I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" 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 beach babes .
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love 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 would go home and live the remainder of my own life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an amazing, unexpected experience, and I remained all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out after that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with 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 small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I truly loved the encounter and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, beach girl wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a big smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he and his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is blondes on a beach ?" I inquired. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to such a seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 liked to try it."
"Oh my God! beach bum 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 "crazy" husband.
Unfortunately for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)