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 small family where my mom prohibit my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions when I found myself home for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt it in front of others. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
That opportunity came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, 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 shore of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this special 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 particular corner to detect a long beach perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I conceded to my wife. " beach babes dare!" she quietly but firmly answered. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved 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 several days later. beach babes admitted he along with 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 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 couple of days later, the same coworker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I'd feel like I was cheating or something."

Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was entirely 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 maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I began making strategies.
Only I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I 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 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 probably had) with not a hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these folks had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth once I knew 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 came the second moment of truth. That's when I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed to sunlight 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 I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After several seconds I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and 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 "moment of horror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
I didnt expect to love 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 would go home and live the rest of my life.
Nope, someday would need to return. This was an astonishing, sudden encounter, and I remained all afternoon. blondes on a beach found out after that the shore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it really a very 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 coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I truly 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 perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then beach girl explained he along with his family go to that shore often and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to such a beach?"
" beach girl than youll ever know," he answered. "We just never talk about it."
There is 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 wonderful 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 looks like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her head 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 attempt it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it frequently during the next few years, notably when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Sadly for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)