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My first [https://sendit.cloud/ba81wfho13a5 nudist] experience came by accident when I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in an extremely small family where my mother forbid my father to possess Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always curious about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself dwelling for a couple hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family excursion, 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 attempt sometime in my life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.<br />That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mother, was incredibly self conscious about her body. What [http://www.filedropper.com/theamericansunbathingassociationasaprosperedduringthenexteightmxtyy naturist] there was in our home was restricted to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.<br />On this special Sunday, 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 detect a lengthy shore perhaps a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. We have to go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the beach and into the group. She had totally 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 admitted to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she gently but firmly responded.<br /> Nonetheless, I happened to mention our accidental 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 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 afterwards, the same co-worker came into my office and closed the door.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /> Nows your time to 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? Come on down Saturday with Gail and me.&quot;<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was absolutely out of the question. &quot;Okay, but I need to go by myself the very first time.&quot; I think I said it as much to stop the conversation 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.<br />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 large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. 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Then I realized I was burning in areas that had not been subjected to the sun before, and I was really going to need to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd head for the cool ocean water and hide 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 everyone to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a couple of minutes I realized they werent looking at me. &quot;Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and admit it!&quot; But nobody did. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;moment of horror&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 people everywhere do in the water. Just 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 /> I didnt expect to adore 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 life.<br />Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all day. I found out afterwards that the seashore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I found it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a little beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been inappropriate in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, simply, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I truly appreciated 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 occurred I didnt anticipate.<br />A couple of 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 big smile on his face.<br />Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! Then [https://www.edocr.com/v/vnamazmb/thaysensharma67dbjygt/Why-So-Much-Play-Over-Lena-Dunham-Bare-HBO-Scenes- beach party] explained he and his family go to that shore regularly and they were planning to say hello but believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).<br />&quot;Is this some huge conspiracy?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this kind of shore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he responded. &quot;We simply never talk about it.&quot;<br />There is a postscript to this story. A few days later I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I had forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, &quot;What is that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I answered.<br />&quot; [https://www.datafilehost.com/d/ec9a458d beach blondes] looks like your back is skinning. In fact your butt is peeling!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her mind put together the puzzle. &quot;Dont tell me you went to that shore, did you?&quot;<br />I sheepishly nodded. &quot;I knew youd never go there and I needed to attempt it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God!<br />Unfortunately for her, some of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) additionally!<br />Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex) believes the world is nuts.)
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She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.<br /> &quot;I always liked to try this,&quot; I conceded to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she quietly but steadfastly responded.<br />As a family we never went back. Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker several days after. He nonchalantly admitted he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?<br />A year passed, and the following summer my lovely wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. [https://gumroad.com/5538043228717/p/our-first-unclothed-night-out-in-new-york-was-awesome beach girl] stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days later, exactly the same coworker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;Nows your chance,&quot; he said.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br />&quot;Recall 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?<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was totally out of the inquiry. &quot;Alright, but I need to go by myself the very first time.&quot; But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I started making strategies.<br />That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the previous year, up the shore, until I got to the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway 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 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 evident groups of friends who'd 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 touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these folks had no tan lines.<br />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 instantly rolled onto my belly, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That'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 'd head for the cool ocean water and hide my privates there.<br />So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific 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 several seconds I realized they werent looking at me. &quot;Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!&quot; But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. After, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;instant of panic&quot; their first time, just 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. Just without clothing.<br /> I didnt expect to adore the feeling so much. 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Then something happened I didnt anticipate.<br />A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. &quot;My wife and I saw you Saturday,&quot; he said quietly with a huge smile on his face.<br />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 (darn right it'd have!).<br />&quot;Is this some big conspiracy?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Do a great deal of the folks I know go down to this sort of seashore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he responded. &quot;We just never talk about it.&quot;<br />There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, &quot;What's that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I answered.<br />&quot;It seems like your back is peeling. 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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 mother forbid my dad to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teenager I was always interested about it and on those rare 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 "Bucket List" to try sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.
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 bathroom to the bedroom after a shower. naturist was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly seen different beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools might be investigated.
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"I always liked to try this," I conceded to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she quietly but steadfastly responded.
As a family we never went back. Yet, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co-worker several days after. He nonchalantly admitted 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. beach girl stayed behind for another week to complete an important project at work. A couple of days later, exactly the same coworker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Recall 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?
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with folks from work was totally out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I need to go by myself the very first time." But as the days passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I started making strategies.
That Saturday morning I drove to Paradise Cove and retraced our steps from the previous year, up the shore, until I got to the same large, sandy beach just south of Pt. Dume. Just I got there early and there was hardly anyone else there. I walked about halfway 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 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 evident groups of friends who'd 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 touch of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only these folks 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 instantly rolled onto my belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That'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 'd head for the cool ocean water and hide my privates there.
So I summoned all the courage I had, and stood up. I was specific 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 several seconds I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as 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 "instant of panic" their first time, just 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. Just without clothing.
I didnt expect to adore 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 rest of my entire life.
blondes on a beach , someday would have to come back. This was an amazing, unexpected experience, and I remained all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality whatsoever. I found out afterwards that the shore had it unofficial mayor along with a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would happen 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, simply, "Well?" I told him I really appreciated 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.
A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and closed the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly 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 (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I inquired. "Do a great deal of the folks I know go down to this sort of seashore?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."
There's a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful vacation except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It seems like your back is peeling. In fact your butt is peeling!" 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. " blondes on a beach knew youd never go there and I wanted to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)