My First Time

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My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very small family where my mother prohibit my dad to have 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 rare occasions when I found myself dwelling for a few hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family trip, I tried out being without clothes 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 life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. beach party , like my mom, was extremely self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was restricted to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. On this particular day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the coast of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect a lengthy seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She'd absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly replied. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
As a family we never went back. However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a few days after. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. beach gallery was more than surprised to learn 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 afterwards, the same co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out."
"No, I couldnt do that. I'd 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 people from work was completely out of the question. "Fine, but I need to go by myself the first time." beach party think I said it as much to end 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 chance to try it, and I began making strategies.
Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. beach girl walked about midway 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. Some were families, some were couples, and some were evident 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 likely 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 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 immediately rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed 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 conceal my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. After several 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!" After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of terror" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
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 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 need to come back. This was an astonishing, surprising experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out after that the shore had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen 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, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually appreciated the encounter 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 couple of hours later, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he and his family go to that shore regularly 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 lots of the folks I know go down to such a shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just 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 holiday 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 looks like your back is skinning. In fact your behind is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 naturist ! 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 "crazy" husband.
Sadly 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 needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)