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 mom forbid my dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for several hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family trip, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would 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 courage.
That chance 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 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 coastline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect a lengthy shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the group. She'd absolutely 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 seashore. "I always liked to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly 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.
As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a coworker several days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted 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 follow ing summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A couple of days afterwards, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something."
"Nah, how would she ever find out?
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was absolutely out of the question. "Okay, but I would like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making plans.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the coast, until I got to the same big, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Simply I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the sole 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 started 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 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 beach. Just these folks 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 immediately rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. That's when I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected to the sun before, and I was really 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 certain everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. After a couple of moments I realized they werent 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. Nobody cared about me at all. After, 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 later.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Only without 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 entire life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, surprising encounter, and I remained all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out later that the shore had it unofficial mayor and 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 coworker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I really 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 maybe someday. Then something occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he along with his family go to that shore frequently and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the folks I know go down to such a beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a lovely vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your end 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 needed to try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
Social 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.)