My First Time
My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very small family where my mother prohibit my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) 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 attempt 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 mom, was extremely 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. On this specific day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shore of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly visited different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might 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 detect a long shore maybe 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 beach and into the crowd. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.
" beach girl liked to try this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly replied. After we regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker a couple of days after. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the next summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A couple of days later, the exact same coworker came into my office and closed the door.
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."
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was totally out of the question. "Ok, but I'd like to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I began making plans.
Simply 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. Some were families, some were couples, and some were obvious 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 beach. Just 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 I pulled off my suit and instantly rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that had not been subjected to the sun before, and I was 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 particular everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. After a couple of seconds I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, 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 later.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
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 entire life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I remained all day. beach party felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I discovered it really a very 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 truly loved 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 perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.
A few hours later, another co worker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! blondes on a beach couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he 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'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to this type of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We simply never talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. A couple of days after I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I had forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?"
"What?" naturist answered.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is paring!" 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 liked to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Unfortunately 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 needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) believes the world is nuts.)