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 dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) However, as a teenager I was always interested 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 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 try it in front of others. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my 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 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 frequently visited different shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be explored.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to discover a long seashore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the group. She'd totally 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 shore. "I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but firmly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental 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 hear this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the next summer my wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days later, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
I'd feel like I was cheating or something."
Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was totally out of the question. "Okay, but I want to go by myself the first time." I think I said it as much to stop the dialogue 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 maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I started making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the prior 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. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring 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. http://ezproxy.cityu.edu.hk/login?url=https://lexsrv3.nlm.nih.gov/fdse/search/search.pl?Match=0&Realm=All&Terms=https://teennudist.site 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 likely had) with not a touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs 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 knew it was time to either join in or leave. So https://www.pcb.its.dot.gov/PageRedirect.aspx?redirectedurl=https://www.transtats.bts.gov/exit.asp?url=https://teennudist.site pulled off my suit and instantly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected to the sun 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 conceal my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few minutes 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!" Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of horror" their first time, simply to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. 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'd go home and live the rest of my own life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I remained all day. I found out afterwards that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a little 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, just, "Well?" I told him I really 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 perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. " click and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that shore regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do lots of the people I know go down to this type of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We simply never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your behind is skinning!" 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 liked to try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." http://laser.inf.ethz.ch/2015/index.php?option=com_k2&view=itemlist&task=user&id=909152 reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, especially 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) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is nuts.)