Full name: woolencrown03

 Location: Daphne, Michigan, United States

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 User Description: My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very small family where my mom forbid my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself home for a few hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family excursion, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. beach party 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.My wife, like my mom, was incredibly self conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was restricted to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.On this particular 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 find a long seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. "Oh my God!" 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 shore and into the group. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she had shed her bathing suit and was now running even quicker down the beach. "I always wanted to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but firmly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After beach bum retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker a few days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?A year passed, and the next 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 at work. A few days later, exactly the same co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said."What?"Nows your time to 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? 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. "Okay, but I wish to go by myself the very 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 started thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I started making plans.Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. beach party walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole 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 began 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 seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only 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 promptly 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 realized I was burning in places that had not been exposed 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.So I summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. After several moments I realized they werent looking at me. Im having beach bum and the least they could do is look and admit it!" Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of horror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.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, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as 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 little beach volleyball. beach babes 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 really 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 happened I didnt anticipate.A couple of hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said gently with a huge smile on his face.Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!)."Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to such a beach?""More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."There's a postscript to this story. We had a lovely vacation 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 peeling. In fact your end is paring!" There was a nervous pause while her mind put together the puzzle. " beach girl tell me you went to that beach, 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." She reminded me of it often during the next few years, particularly when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.Unfortunately for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!Societal nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)