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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 forbid my dad to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever attempt it in front of others. However, 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 chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, was incredibly 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 coast of the Pacific just north of Los Angeles.On https://www.minds.com/blog/view/1109076527346253824 , we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a special corner to discover an extended shore maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We must go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the group. She'd completely forgotten about any tide pools."I always wanted to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly answered.However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co worker a few days after. He nonchalantly admitted he and his wife went there all the time. http://changebead0.mystrikingly.com/blog/so-1-the-lack-of-material-evidence-and-the-conflicting-ancient-sources-make was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?A year passed, and the follow ing 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."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."Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. "Okay, but I want to go by myself the first time." I believe I said it as much to end the dialogue 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 perhaps this might be my only opportunity to try it, and I started making plans.That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the last year, up the coast, until I got to exactly the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just 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 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 began 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 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. 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 immediately 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. That is when I understood I was burning in areas that hadn't been subjected to the sun 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 'd be exposed for everyone 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 the least they could do is look and recognize it!" Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of panic" their first time, just to look back and laugh at their conceit later.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 didnt expect to love 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'd go home and live the remainder of my 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 https://markpoet8.site123.me/#section-5d666768a902e found it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, just, "Well?" I told him I actually loved 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 few hours later, another coworker came into my office and shut the door. "My partner and I saw you Saturday," he said softly with a huge smile on his face.Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then he explained he and his family go to that shore often and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!)."Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this type of beach?""More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."There is a postscript to this story. https://www.storeboard.com/blogs/entertainment/latest-naked-news-storieszelda-suplee-andlooking-good-naked-man/2602837 had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What is that?""What?" I responded."It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your behind 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 needed to attempt it.""Oh my God!Unfortunately for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!Societal 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 nuts.)