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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 an extremely modest family where my mother prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions when I found myself home for several hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever try it in front of others. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental &quot;Bucket List&quot; to attempt sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.<br /> My wife, like my mother, was incredibly 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 particular day, the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shoreline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.<br />On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After [https://app.box.com/s/7z8bxyzbik6q0o6c071pn8wnbzgq0512 blondes on a beach] rounded a special corner to find an extended seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We must go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the group. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.<br /> &quot;I always liked to attempt this,&quot; I conceded to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she gently but steadfastly answered. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br /> However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker several days after. [https://www2.zippyshare.com/v/rTrZmUaZ/file.html naturist] admitted he and his wife went there all the time. [http://ge.tt/3xGp9563/v/0 naturist] was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?<br />A year passed, and the following 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 after, exactly the same coworker came into my office and shut the door.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br />&quot;Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out.&quot;<br />&quot;No, I couldnt do that. I would feel like I was cheating or something.&quot;<br />&quot;Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me.&quot;<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. &quot;Ok, but I'd like to go by myself the first time.&quot; I believe I said it as much to stop the dialogue and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making strategies.<br /> Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the only 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 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 likely had) with not a touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Just these folks had no tan lines.<br />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 belly, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in areas that had not been subjected to the sun before, and I was really going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would head for the cool ocean water and conceal my privates there.<br />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 several seconds I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!&quot; Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;moment of panic&quot; their first time, simply to look back and laugh at their conceit later.<br />By now there were several hundred men and women in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.<br />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'd go home and live the remainder of my entire life.<br />Nope, someday would have to return. This was an amazing, surprising experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality in the slightest. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I found it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, simply, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I actually loved the experience 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 happened I didnt anticipate.<br />A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;My partner and I saw you Saturday,&quot; he said softly with a huge grin on his face.<br />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 going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it would have!).<br />&quot;Is this some huge conspiracy?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Do lots of the folks I know go down to this sort of shore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he responded. &quot;We just never talk about it.&quot;<br />There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I had forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, &quot;What's that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I answered.<br />&quot;It looks like your back is skinning. In fact your bottom is peeling!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her head put together the puzzle. &quot;Dont tell me you went to that beach, did you?&quot;<br />I sheepishly nodded. &quot;I knew youd never go there and I wanted to attempt it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God!<br />Sadly for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!<br />Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex) believes the world is nuts.)
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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 mom prohibit my father to get 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. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental &quot;Bucket List&quot; to attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.<br />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 home was limited to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. On [https://gumroad.com/5538043228717/p/our-first-unclothed-night-out-in-new-york-was-awesome naturist] , the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shoreline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.<br />On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a specific 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 naked bodies. &quot;Oh [http://dashdavid21.iktogo.com/post/polish-food-review-by-michal beach freedom] !&quot; my wife cried out, &quot;Its a nude beach. We should go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the crowd. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.<br /> &quot;I always wanted to try this,&quot; I conceded to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she gently but firmly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther.<br /> Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co-worker a few days after. He nonchalantly admitted he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?<br />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 couple of days after, exactly the same coworker came into my office and shut the door.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /> Nows your time to go without your wife finding out.&quot;<br /> I would feel like I was cheating or something.&quot;<br />&quot;Nah, how would she ever find out? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me.&quot;<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the question. &quot;Okay, but I want to go by myself the first time.&quot; I believe I said it as much to stop the conversation and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making plans.<br /> Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I 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 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 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 seashore. Only these folks had no tan lines.<br /> [https://pastebin.pl/view/48513871 beach babes] 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 promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in areas that hadn't been exposed 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 hide my privates there.<br />So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was particular everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. 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 acknowledge it!&quot; But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;instant of panic&quot; their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.<br />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.<br />That was my moment of epiphany. 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 would go home and live the rest of my life.<br />Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my co worker came into my office and asked, simply, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I truly loved the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something occurred I didnt anticipate.<br />A few hours later, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. &quot;My partner and I saw you Saturday,&quot; he said gently with a huge grin on his face.<br />Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he and his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).<br />&quot;Is this some huge conspiracy?&quot; I asked. &quot;Do lots of the people I know go down to this kind of seashore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he replied. &quot;We just never talk about it.&quot;<br />There is 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 wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.<br /> [https://beckerrindom50fdhj.wixsite.com/compton/post/hereafter-mentioned-as-aja-also-see-vermeule-greece-in-the-bronze-age-pp-92-101-102-who-lo beach girl] in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, &quot;What is that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I responded.<br />&quot;It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is paring!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her head put together the puzzle. &quot;Dont tell me you went to that beach, did you?&quot;<br />I sheepishly nodded. &quot;I knew youd never go there and I liked to try it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God!<br />Sadly for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!<br />Societal nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)

Revision as of 15:18, 2 August 2020

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 mom prohibit my father to get 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. However, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
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 home was limited to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower. On naturist , the three of us happened to be exploring tide pools near Paradise Cove on the shoreline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.
On this particular Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a specific 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 naked bodies. "Oh beach freedom !" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. 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 completely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther.
Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co-worker a few days after. He nonchalantly admitted he and 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 couple of days after, exactly the same coworker came into my office and shut the door.
"What?"
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 completely out of the question. "Okay, but I want to go by myself the first time." I believe I said it as much to stop the conversation and get him out of the office as to be serious about what I was saying. But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making plans.
Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I 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 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 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 seashore. Only these folks had no tan lines.
beach babes 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 promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in areas that hadn't been exposed 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 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 everybody to judge. 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 acknowledge it!" But nobody did. 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 afterwards.
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 thought 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 life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I discovered it actually an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty 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 truly loved the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few hours later, another co worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he and his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do lots of the people I know go down to this kind of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. "We just never talk about it."
There is 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 wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
beach girl in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her head 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 liked to try it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is crazy.)