My First Time

My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in an extremely modest family where my mom forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyway.) However, as a teen I was always curious about it and on those infrequent 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 trip, I tried out being without clothes for an hour here or an hour there. 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 entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the nerve.
That opportunity 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 home was limited to streaking from the restroom to the bedroom after a shower.
On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, looking for the tide pool area a certain guidebook said was there. After a while we rounded a particular corner to discover a long beach maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. We need to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the crowd. I've seen some contris of other men and simply desired to attempt. We are new at any of this because were we live in Central America this games are not so very welcome. I understand pics aren't the finest, but I needed to see what all this is around. Greetings to all women in nudist. And hope to get nice comments from ladies and couples just He visto controbuciones de otros hombres y queria aportar una. Estas fueron tomadas por mi esposa. Somos nuevos en todo esto ya que en donde vivo en Centro America, estos juegos no son muy aceptados. Saludos a todas las damas de naturist. Espero tener buenos comentarios de mujeres y parejas
She had completely forgotten about any tide pools.
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 shore. "I always wanted to try this," I conceded 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.
As a family we never went back. Nonetheless, I happened to mention our random discovery to a coworker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly admitted he and 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 follow ing summer my lovely 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 later, the same co worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
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 absolutely out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I want to go by myself the very first time." I think 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 http://photographyvoice.com/_RedirectLink.aspx?url=https://purenudism2017.com passed, I began thinking that perhaps this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I started making plans.
Simply 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 seashore 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 had done this many times before. They all dropped their suits like they had done it a thousand times before (they likely had) with not a hint of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any shore. Only 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 truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed 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 'd, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I 'd be exposed for everybody to judge. I strove not to think about it as I took step after step toward the water. After a couple of 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!" But nobody did. Nobody cared about me at all. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "instant of terror" 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 people everywhere do in the water. Just without clothes. I joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of garments.
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 rest of my life.
Nope, someday would have to return. This was an astonishing, sudden experience, and I stayed all afternoon. I found out after that the seashore had it unofficial mayor and also 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 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 appreciated the experience and I thanked him for talking me into going. No, I wasnt going to go back another day with him and Gail, but maybe someday. Then something happened I didnt anticipate.
A couple of hours later, another co-worker 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! He then explained he and his family go to that beach often and they were planning to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some huge conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the folks I know go down to this type of beach?"
"More than youll ever know," he replied. " http://www.guadeloupe-antilles.com/fr/redirect_site.php?UrlDuSite=https://beach-patrol.biz talk about it."
There is a postscript to this story. We had a wonderful holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What's that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your behind is skinning!" 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 needed to try it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a number 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 needs to talk about it.
My wife (now my ex) thinks the world is nuts.)