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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 small family where my mother forbid my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) However, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions when I found myself dwelling for a couple of 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. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever attempt 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 courage.<br /> My wife, like my mother, was incredibly self conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our house was restricted 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 shore of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles. [https://www.sendspace.com/file/3nd55n beach freedom] was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly seen distinct shores along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools might be explored.<br />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 lengthy beach maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. &quot;Oh my God!&quot; my wife cried out, &quot;Its a nude beach. We must go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. She had absolutely forgotten about any tide pools.<br />My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she had shed her bathing suit and was now running even faster down the beach. &quot;I always wanted to try this,&quot; I conceded to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she gently but steadfastly responded. 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.<br /> However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker a few days after. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?<br />A year passed, and the next 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 later, the exact same coworker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;Nows your chance,&quot; he said.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /> Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out.&quot;<br />&quot;No, I couldnt do that. I'd feel like I was cheating or something.&quot;<br />&quot;Nah, how would she ever find out?<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was entirely out of the question. &quot;Okay, but I want to go by myself the very first time.&quot; But as the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I began making strategies.<br />That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the previous year, up the coast, until I got to the exact same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. [http://www.filedropper.com/manybeatthetopofhighendcaribbeanmmiph beach bum] walked about halfway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not wanting to be the sole one on the shore 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 apparent 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 hint of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just these folks had no tan lines.<br />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 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 places that had not been subjected to sunlight before, and I was 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 certain everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I tried not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After several minutes I realized they werent looking at me. &quot;Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and admit it!&quot; Later, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;moment of dread&quot; their first time, simply 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing moment 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 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 own life.<br />Nope, someday would need to come back. [https://dailyuploads.net/ojn32hwr2wq1 beach bum] was an amazing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I found out later that the seashore had it unofficial mayor as well as 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 small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate 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 some other day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.<br /> [http://www.docspal.com/viewer?id=rfipixqo-17326452 naturist] , another coworker came into my office and closed the door. &quot;My wife 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 seat! He then explained he and his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).<br />&quot;Is this some big conspiracy?&quot; I asked. &quot;Do a lot of the people I know go down to this kind of seashore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he responded. &quot;We just never talk about it.&quot;<br />There is a postscript to this story. We had a lovely holiday except for one thing I had forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, &quot;What is that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I replied.<br />&quot;It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your end is peeling!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her thoughts 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 />Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) also!<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 crazy.)
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My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very small family where my mom prohibit my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for a couple of 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 'd ever try it in front of others. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental &quot;Bucket List&quot; to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the courage.<br /> My wife, like my mom, 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 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. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently visited different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might be investigated.<br />On [https://dailyuploads.net/2blzk83jolkc blondes on a beach] , we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find a long shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. &quot;Oh my God!&quot; my wife cried out, &quot;Its a nude beach. We should go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.<br /> &quot;I always wanted to attempt this,&quot; I admitted to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she quietly but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br /> Nevertheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a few 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! [http://www.docspal.com/viewer?id=mmmxdyoq-17328770 beach girl] knew?<br />A year passed, and the following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days afterwards, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;Nows your chance,&quot; he said.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br />&quot;Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out.&quot;<br /> I'd 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 question. &quot;Fine, but I'd like to go by myself the first time.&quot; But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making strategies.<br /> 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 wanting 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 apparent 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 hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only 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 promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. Then [https://sendit.cloud/i1203lauuy0w beach babes] understood I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to the sun 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.<br />So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I tried 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. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!&quot; Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;moment of panic&quot; their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit after.<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. Only without [https://www.scribd.com/document/471165815/Body-Image-Are-There-Such-things-As-Good-Or-Bad-Partshnedl-pdf beach girl] . I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.<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 minutes checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I'd go home and live the remainder of my own life.<br />Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an astonishing, surprising encounter, and I remained all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out after that the beach had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it actually a very relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my co-worker came into my office and asked, just, &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 some other day with him and Gail, but perhaps someday. Then [https://app.box.com/s/6sufrtil03ykmuvttft4aml4twtyau32 beach bum] occurred I didnt anticipate.<br />A few hours after, 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! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).<br />&quot;Is this some big conspiracy?&quot; I asked. &quot;Do lots of the folks I know go down to this kind of seashore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he replied. &quot;We simply never talk about it.&quot;<br />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 vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.<br />One night 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 bottom is skinning!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 try it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc.&quot; She reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, especially when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her &quot;loony&quot; husband.<br />Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (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-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)

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My first nudist experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very small family where my mom prohibit my dad to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for a couple of 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 'd ever try it in front of others. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire 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 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. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently visited different beaches along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools might be investigated.
On blondes on a beach , we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to find a long shore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a few 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! beach girl knew?
A year passed, and the following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to visit her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days afterwards, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Remember last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to go without your wife finding out."
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 folks from work was absolutely out of the question. "Fine, but I'd like to go by myself the first time." But as the days passed, I started thinking that perhaps this might be my only opportunity to attempt it, and I started making strategies.
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 wanting 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 apparent 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 hint of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Only these folks had no tan lines.
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 promptly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour after arrived the second moment of truth. Then beach babes understood I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to the sun 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 everybody to judge. I tried 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. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit after.
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 beach girl . 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 thought 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 own life.
Nope, someday would have to come back. This was an astonishing, surprising encounter, and I remained all day. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out after that the beach had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So I discovered it actually 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 truly 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 beach bum occurred I didnt anticipate.
A few 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 grin on his face.
Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he along with his family go to that beach regularly and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (damn right it would have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do lots of the folks I know go down to this kind of seashore?"
"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 vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your bottom is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 wanted to try it."
"Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc." She reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, especially when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her "loony" husband.
Unfortunately for her, a number of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)