My First Time

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My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest family where my mom 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 infrequent occasions when I found myself dwelling for a couple of 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. beach babes felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever try it in front of others. However, blondes on a beach -dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.
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. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly seen different beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools could be investigated.
On this particular 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 particular corner to discover a lengthy beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the group. She'd completely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly 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, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co worker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and 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 next summer my wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project at work. A few days later, the same coworker came into my office and closed the door.
"What?"
"Recall 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 entirely out of the question. "Okay, but I would like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I began 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 beach 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 clear 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 trace of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only 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 beach party 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 areas that hadn't been subjected to sunlight 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 had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a couple of 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 acknowledge it!" After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of dread" 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 people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love the feeling so much. I believed 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 life.
Nope, someday would need to return. 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 seashore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I found it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. beach babes and shame would have been improper in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my co-worker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually enjoyed 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 expect.
A few hours later, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife 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! He then explained he and his family go to that shore frequently and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to this kind 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 inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your end is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her thoughts 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 liked to attempt it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She 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 "crazy" husband.
Sadly for her, some of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)