My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very modest family where my mother prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) However, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself dwelling for a few 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 attempt it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
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 bathroom 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 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 regularly visited different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could be investigated.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After blondes on a beach rounded a particular corner to discover a long seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with 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 following summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project at work. beach freedom of days afterwards, the same co worker came into my office and closed the door.
"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? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was totally out of the question. "Okay, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." I believe I said it as much to stop the dialog 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 maybe 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 coast, until I got to exactly the same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Only I got there early and there was barely 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 began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were evident groups of friends who had 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 trace of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just these folks had no tan lines.
beach girl 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 promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places that had not 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 'd, and stood up. I was particular 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 a couple of seconds 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 terror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
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 beach babes . I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I thought 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 have to return. This was an amazing, sudden encounter, and I remained all day. I found out after that the shore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I found it actually an extremely relaxing day. beach blondes played a small 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 encounter and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.
A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to such a shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never 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 inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your behind is paring!" 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 needed to attempt it."
"Oh my God! I 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.
Sadly for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Societal 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.)