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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 forbid my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyway.) It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I 'd ever attempt 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 guts.<br /> 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 restroom to the bedroom after a shower.<br />On this particular 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 special corner to find a long shore maybe 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 shore and into the crowd. She'd 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 quicker down the shore. &quot;I always wanted to attempt this,&quot; I confessed to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she quietly but firmly answered. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After [https://www.edocr.com/v/x7oey87x/hollowaywalters76eobvdn/Coping-With-Body-Acceptance-and-Body-Image-Issues- blondes on a beach] regained our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br /> However, I happened to mention our accidental discovery to a co worker a few days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. [https://www2.zippyshare.com/v/CCii0obZ/file.html beach girl] was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?<br />A year passed, and the following summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to complete an important project on the job. A couple of days after, the exact same coworker came into my office and closed 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 />&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;Alright, but I wish to go by myself the very first time.&quot; But as the days passed, I started 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 hardly anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole one on the beach who wasnt wearing my swim suit. [http://www.docspal.com/viewer?id=iqwjdubv-17322499 beach babes] 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'd 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 touch of self-consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Only these people 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 instantly rolled onto my stomach, 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. That's when I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been subjected to sunlight before, and I was really going to have 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 certain everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. After several moments I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and admit it!&quot; But nobody did. After, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;instant of terror&quot; their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit later.<br />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 astonishing second 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 believed this whole thing would be a few minutes checking off an item on my Bucket List, and then I would go home and live the rest of my entire life.<br />Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an amazing, sudden experience, and I remained all afternoon. I found out later 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.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, just, &quot;Well?&quot; 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 occurred I didnt expect.<br />A few hours after, another coworker came into my office and closed the door. &quot;My wife and I saw you Saturday,&quot; he said softly with a big smile on his face.<br />Oh, no! [https://dailyuploads.net/wp487ipaqfhu naturist] couldnt sink far enough into my seat! [https://sendit.cloud/zj6t8t7fb9hz beach gallery] explained he along with his family go to that beach often and they were going to say hello but felt 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 beach?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he responded. &quot;We simply never talk about it.&quot;<br />There's a postscript to this story. We had a lovely holiday 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 replied.<br />&quot;It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your bottom 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 try it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God!<br />Unfortunately for [https://app.box.com/s/s2rebcpcdojctk124f7k2i9nzebvpjzg beach freedom] , a few of our guests confessed they went to that beach (or others like it) also!<br />Social nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is nuts.)
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My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest family where my mother forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) However, as a teen I was always interested 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 trip, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever attempt 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 courage.<br /> 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 bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.<br />On this particular 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 special corner to discover a lengthy beach maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We should go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.<br /> &quot;I always liked to try this,&quot; I admitted to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she gently but firmly answered. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br /> Nonetheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?<br /> [https://www2.zippyshare.com/v/EZhIcQDn/file.html beach babes] passed, and the following summer my 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. [https://www.edocr.com/v/kga5rbdg/delacruzjoyner74kznxrl/Modesty-Body-Image-andamp-Why-I-am-Joining-NYC-Bod blondes on a beach] of days later, the same coworker came into my office and closed 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 />&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 entirely out of the question. &quot;Fine, but I want to go by myself the very first time.&quot; 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 started thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I started making strategies.<br /> Only I got there early and there was hardly 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. [https://www.datafilehost.com/d/6d9eaf39 beach babes] took a few hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others started to arrive. [http://www.docspal.com/viewer?id=mmmxdyoq-17328770 naturist] 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 shore. Only these people 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 immediately rolled onto my stomach, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that had not been exposed to the sun before, and I was really going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I would 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 particular 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 few minutes 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; But nobody did. After, 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 later.<br />By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes.<br />That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love the feeling so much. I believed 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 rest of my life.<br />Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, surprising encounter, and I stayed all day. I found out afterwards that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered it really an extremely relaxing day. I even played a small beach volleyball. Modesty and shame would have been improper in this setting.<br />On Monday morning, first-thing, my coworker came into my office and asked, just, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I actually appreciated 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 maybe someday. Then something happened 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 softly with a huge smile 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 believed I might upset me (damn right it'd have!).<br />&quot;Is this some big conspiracy?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Do a great deal of the people I know go down to this kind of beach?&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. 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's that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I answered.<br />&quot;It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your end is skinning!&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 liked to attempt it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God!<br />Sadly for her, some of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) also!<br />Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)

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My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I were raised in a very modest family where my mother forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) However, as a teen I was always interested 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 trip, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I would ever attempt it in front of others. Still, skinny dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my 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 restricted to streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom after a shower.
On this particular 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 special corner to discover a lengthy beach maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We should go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the beach and into the bunch. She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to try this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but firmly answered. After we recovered our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nonetheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted he along with his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to hear this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?
beach babes passed, and the following summer my 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. blondes on a beach of days later, the same coworker came into my office and closed 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."
"No, I couldnt do that. 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 people from work was entirely out of the question. "Fine, but I want to go by myself the very 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 started thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I started making strategies.
Only I got there early and there was hardly 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. beach babes took a few hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others started to arrive. naturist 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 shore. Only these people 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 immediately rolled onto my stomach, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
About a half hour later came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that had not been exposed to the sun before, and I was really going to have 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 particular 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 few minutes I realized they werent looking at me. Im having a nervous breakdown here and the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" But nobody did. After, 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 later.
By now there were several hundred people in the water, splashing, diving, body surfing, doing what people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes.
That was my moment of epiphany. I didnt expect to love the feeling so much. I believed 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 rest of my life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, surprising encounter, and I stayed all day. I found out afterwards that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I discovered 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 appreciated 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 maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours after, another co-worker came into my office and closed 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 along with his family go to that beach regularly and they were going 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 kind of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he responded. "We just never talk about it."
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.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, "What's that?"
"What?" I answered.
"It seems like your back is skinning. In fact your end is skinning!" There was a nervous pause while her mind 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 liked to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, some of our guests admitted they went to that shore (or others like it) also!
Social nudity, as it turns out, is enormously popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)