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 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.)