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 mom prohibit my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once 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. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
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 house was restricted 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 regularly visited distinct beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools may be explored.
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 special corner to discover an extended beach maybe a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She had absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nonetheless, blondes on a beach happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly 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 following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A few days later, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door.
"What?"
Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I would 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. "Ok, but I wish to go by myself the very first time." I think 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 began thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making plans.
Just 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 only one on the seashore 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 apparent 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 trace of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only these people had no tan lines.
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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! beach blondes 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 sunlight 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.
So naturist summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a few 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 acknowledge it!" But nobody did. 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 after.
By now there were beach babes and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Only without 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 moments checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I'd go home and live the remainder of my own life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, surprising experience, and I stayed all day. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper 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 improper in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually loved 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 occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he and his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to such a seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. A couple of days later 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 had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is peeling!" 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 wanted to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)