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My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very small family where my mother forbid my dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would 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.My wife, like my mom, was extremely 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 special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to detect an extended beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the group. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools."I always liked to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently 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 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 on the job. A few days later, the same coworker 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 really go without your wife finding out."I'd feel like I was cheating or something.""Nah, how would she ever find out?Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was absolutely out of the question. "Fine, but I would like to go by myself the very first time." I think I said it as much to end the dialog 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 opportunity to try it, and I began making plans.Only I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not needing 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 began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were apparent 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 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 seashore. Just these individuals had no tan lines.I reach my first moment of truth when 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 after came the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to the sun before, and I was going to have 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 particular everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After several minutes I realized they werent looking at me. "Why nudism looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of panic" their first time, simply to look back and laugh at their conceit after.By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Only without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.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.Nope, someday would have to return. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I stayed all day. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and also 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 little 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, just, "Well?" I told him I actually enjoyed 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 happened I didnt expect.A couple of hours after, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife 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! He then explained he along with his family go to that shore frequently and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!)."Is this some huge conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do beach freedom of the folks I know go down to such a shore?""More than youll ever know," he replied. "We simply never talk about it."There's a postscript to this story. We had a lovely holiday 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 peeling. 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 beach, did you?"naturism nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I liked to attempt it.""Oh my God!Sadly for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)