My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely modest family where my mother prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself home for a couple 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 ‘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 courage.
That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, 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 coast of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to detect an extended seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We should go – now!” At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She had 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 faster down the shore. “I always liked to attempt this,” I conceded to my wife. ” spy beach dare!” she quietly but firmly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther.
Yet, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co-worker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project at work. A few days afterwards, the same coworker came into my office and shut the door. “Nows your chance,” he said.
“Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out.”
I would feel like I was cheating or something.”
“Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me.”
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was absolutely out of the question. “Fine, but I would like to go by myself the first time.” But as the days passed, I started thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I started making strategies.
Simply I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the only one on the shore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a couple of 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’d done it a thousand times before (they probably had) with not a touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just these people had no tan lines.
I reach my first moment of truth once I understood 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 truly did it!”
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I realized I was burning in places that hadn’t been subjected to sunlight before, and I was going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I ‘d head for the cool ocean water and conceal my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I ‘d be exposed for everyone to judge. I tried 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. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and admit it!” But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin “instant of dread” their first time, simply 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 clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
I didnt expect to love 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 entire life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, sudden experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it really a very relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.
On Monday morning, first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, just, “Well?” I told him I really appreciated the encounter and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.
A couple of hours later, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. “My partner and I saw you Saturday,” he said softly with a huge smile on his face.
Oh, no! nude girls on the beach couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that shore regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!).
“Is this some huge conspiracy?” I inquired. “Do lots of the folks I know go down to this kind of beach?”
“More than youll ever know,” he replied. “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 holiday except for one thing I’d forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, “What is that?”
“What?” I replied.
“It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your butt 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 wanted to try it.”
“Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc.” https://beachvoyeur.xyz reminded me of it often during the next few years, especially when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her “crazy” husband.
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted 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) thinks the world is crazy.)