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 User Description: My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely small family where my mother prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) 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 entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.That opportunity came when I was married with a six year old daughter. beach party , like my mom, was extremely self conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house 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 coastline of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.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 particular corner to find a lengthy shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We must 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."I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly replied. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.As a family we never went back. Yet, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co worker a few days later. 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 following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days after, the exact same coworker came into my office and shut the door."What?""Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out.""No, I couldnt do that. 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 inquiry. "Okay, but I wish to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to try it, and I began making strategies.That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the previous year, up the coast, until I got to exactly 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 midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the sole one on the seashore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. naturism took a few 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'd 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 trace of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just these individuals had no tan lines.I reach my first moment of truth once I understood it was time to either join in or leave. So beach babes 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. beach freedom 's when I understood I was burning in places that had not been subjected to sunlight 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 conceal my privates there.So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a couple of seconds I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of horror" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit later.By now there were several hundred men and women 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 second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of 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'd go home and live the rest of my entire life.Nope, someday would need to come back. beach bum was an astonishing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out after that the shore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen there. So I found it actually a very relaxing day. I even played a little beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.On naturist , first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I actually loved 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 anticipate.A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and shut 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 seat! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!)."Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the folks I know go down to this kind of beach?""More than youll ever know," he answered. "We simply never talk about it."There's 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 lovely vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?""What?" I replied."It looks like your back is skinning. 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 attempt it.""Oh my God!Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!Social 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 nuts.)