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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 mom prohibit my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those rare 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 trip, 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 life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.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 restroom to the bedroom after a shower. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently seen distinct beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools might be explored.On this special 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 particular corner to detect an extended beach perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She had absolutely forgotten about any tide pools."I always liked to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to learn this. Nudists lived among us! Who 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 few days after, exactly the same coworker came into my office and closed the door."What?"Nows your time to really go without your wife finding out.""No, I couldnt do that. I'd feel like I was cheating or something."Come on down Saturday with Gail and me."Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks 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 dialog 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 maybe this might be my only chance to try it, and I began making plans.Just 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 shore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a couple of hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others started 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'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. Only 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 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 I understood I was burning in areas that hadn't been subjected to sunlight before, and I was really going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would head for the cool ocean water and hide my privates there.So I summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. After several minutes I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and recognize it!" But nobody did. After, naturist found that many others also go through these twin "moment of horror" their first time, only 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 folks everywhere do in the water. Only without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.That was my moment of epiphany. blondes on a beach didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. I believed 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 remainder of my entire life.Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. nudism found out after that the shore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would happen there. So I found it actually an extremely 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 coworker came into my office and asked, simply, "Well?" I told him I really loved 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 perhaps someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.beach babes , another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a big grin on his face.Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my chair! He then explained he and his family go to that shore often and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (darn right it would have!)."Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this kind of beach?""More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just 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 wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What's that?""What?" I responded."It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your end is peeling!" There was a nervous pause while her head put together the puzzle. "Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?"I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I wanted to attempt it.""Oh my God!Sadly for her, some of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!Societal nudity, as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is crazy.)