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My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we regularly visited distinct beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools might be explored.<br />On this special Sunday, we walked north from Paradise Cove, searching for the tide pool place a specific guidebook said was there. After [http://www.docspal.com/viewer?id=ggvgfegf-17326520 beach bum] rounded a special corner to find an extended seashore maybe a half-mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. &quot;Oh my God!&quot; my wife cried out, &quot;Its a nude beach. We have to go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with delight and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She'd totally forgotten about any tide pools.<br />My wife rolled her eyes, and we walked with purpose toward where she'd shed her bathing suit and was now running even faster down the seashore. &quot;I always liked to try this,&quot; I confessed to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she quietly but firmly replied.<br />As a family we never went back. However, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a coworker a couple of days later. He nonchalantly acknowledged 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 />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 complete an important project on the job. A couple 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 /> 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?<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. &quot;Fine, but I wish 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 try it, and I started making plans.<br /> Simply 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 beach 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 clear 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 chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. Just these individuals 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 truly did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I understood I was burning in areas that had not been exposed to the sun before, and I was going to have to turn over. But I had a better idea: I 'd head for the cool ocean water and conceal my privates there.<br />So I summoned all the courage I 'd, and stood up. I was certain everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. I tried 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. Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!&quot; Nobody cared about me at all. Later, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;moment of horror&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 folks everywhere do in the water. Just without clothing. I joined in the fun and experienced my first surprising moment when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothing.<br />That was my moment of epiphany. I 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'd go home and live the remainder of my own life.<br />Nope, someday would need to return. This was an astonishing, unexpected encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out later that the beach had it unofficial mayor as well as a team to volunteers who made sure nothing improper would occur there. So [http://ge.tt/16qX2463/v/0 beach party] discovered it actually a very relaxing day. I even played a small 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, just, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I actually 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 maybe someday. Then something occurred I didnt anticipate.<br />A couple of hours later, 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 grin 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 would have!).<br />&quot;Is this some big conspiracy?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Do lots of the folks I know go down to this kind of beach?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he replied. &quot;We simply never talk about it.&quot;<br />There's a postscript to this story. [https://www.datafilehost.com/d/90e09206 naturist] after I boarded a plane and joined my wife, daughter, and her sisters family in Washington. We had a lovely holiday except for one thing I'd forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife inquired, &quot;What's that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I replied.<br />&quot;It looks like your back is peeling. In fact your booty is paring!&quot; There was a nervous pause while her thoughts 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 try it.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh my God! I dont believe it..etc. etc.&quot; She reminded me of it regularly during the next few years, notably when we had guests over for dinner so she could make an example of her &quot;mad&quot; husband.<br />Sadly for her, some of our guests confessed they went to that shore (or others like it) additionally!<br />Societal nudity, as it turns out, is hugely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)
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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 mother forbid my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teen I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself home for several hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, 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. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental &quot;Bucket List&quot; to attempt 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 restricted to streaking from the bathroom 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 shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could be investigated.<br />On [https://www.scribd.com/document/471166361/of-consciousness-whichsesqb-pdf beach freedom] , 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 long seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. &quot;Oh my God!&quot; my wife cried out, &quot;Its a nude beach. [https://dailyuploads.net/29q9fr851yjt beach bum] have to go - now!&quot; At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.<br /> &quot;I always liked to attempt this,&quot; I confessed to my wife. &quot;Dont you dare!&quot; she gently but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.<br /> Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker several days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and 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 see her sister in Washington State. [https://www2.zippyshare.com/v/Gu91d7fj/file.html beach babes] stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A few days after, exactly the same co-worker came into my office and shut the door. &quot;Nows your chance,&quot; he said.<br />&quot;What?&quot;<br />&quot;Remember 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?<br />Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the question. &quot;Okay, but I'd like 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 try it, and I started making strategies.<br /> Simply I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole one on the seashore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a few hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were apparent 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 trace of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just 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 belly, thinking, &quot;Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!&quot;<br />About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed to the sun before, and I was going to have to turn over. But [http://ge.tt/2h62B563/v/0 naturist] 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 had, and stood up. I was specific everyones head would turn and I would be exposed for everybody to judge. After a few seconds I realized they werent looking at me. &quot;Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!&quot; After, I found that many others also go through these twin &quot;moment of horror&quot; their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit later.<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 love 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 entire life.<br />Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, unexpected encounter, and I remained 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 happen there. So I found it actually a very 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 co worker came into my office and asked, just, &quot;Well?&quot; I told him I truly loved 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 perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.<br />A few hours after, 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 chair! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).<br />&quot;Is this some big conspiracy?&quot; I asked. &quot;Do a lot of the people I know go down to this sort of shore?&quot;<br />&quot;More than youll ever know,&quot; he answered. &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'd forgotten about.<br />One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, &quot;What is that?&quot;<br />&quot;What?&quot; I responded.<br />&quot;It looks like your back is peeling. 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 beach, 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 />Sadly for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!<br /> [https://www.datafilehost.com/d/cda0b52f blondes on a beach] , as it turns out, is extremely popular, but nobody ever needs to talk about it.<br />My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)

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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 mother forbid my father to have Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years later he did anyhow.) However, as a teen I was always interested about it and on those rare occasions once I found myself home for several hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, 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. Still, skinny-dipping was on my mental "Bucket List" to attempt sometime in my entire life when - or if - I ever could summon the guts.
My wife, like my mom, was extremely 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. My daughter was fascinated by the sea creatures trapped in the water at low tide, so we frequently seen distinct shores along the 50 miles of county coastline where these pools could be investigated.
On beach freedom , 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 long seashore perhaps a half mile long, that was covered with nude bodies. "Oh my God!" my wife cried out, "Its a nude beach. beach bum have to go - now!" At that instant, my daughter squealed with joy and took off running down the shore and into the bunch. She had totally forgotten about any tide pools.
"I always liked to attempt this," I confessed to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly responded. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any farther. After we retrieved our daughter and got her dressed, we turned south and returned to our car and left.
Nevertheless, I happened to mention our casual discovery to a co worker several days afterwards. He nonchalantly acknowledged he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists dwelt among us! Who knew?
A year passed, and the next summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. beach babes stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A few days after, exactly the same co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "Nows your chance," he said.
"What?"
"Remember 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?
Well, I was nervous enough about the idea but going with people from work was completely out of the question. "Okay, but I'd like 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 try it, and I started making strategies.
Simply I got there early and there was barely anyone else there. I walked about midway down, spread my blanket, and sat there, alone, not desiring to be the sole one on the seashore who wasnt wearing my swim suit. It took a few hours, but by the time the sun was overhead many others began to arrive. Some were families, some were couples, and some were apparent 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 trace of self consciousness or shyness. They unpacked umbrellas and sand chairs and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any seashore. Just 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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I truly did it!"
About a half hour after came the second moment of truth. Then I realized I was burning in places that hadn't been exposed to the sun before, and I was going to have to turn over. But naturist had a better idea: I would 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. After a few seconds I realized they werent looking at me. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here and also the least they could do is look and acknowledge it!" After, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of horror" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit later.
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 love 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 entire life.
Nope, someday would need to come back. This was an astonishing, unexpected encounter, and I remained 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 happen there. So I found it actually a very 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 truly loved 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 perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.
A few hours after, 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 chair! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently and they were going to say hello but felt I might upset me (darn right it'd have!).
"Is this some big conspiracy?" I asked. "Do a lot of the people I know go down to this sort of shore?"
"More than youll ever know," he answered. "We simply 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'd forgotten about.
One night in getting undressed for bed, my wife asked, "What is that?"
"What?" I responded.
"It looks like your back is peeling. 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 beach, did you?"
I sheepishly nodded. "I knew youd never go there and I needed to attempt it."
"Oh my God!
Sadly for her, a few of our guests admitted they went to that beach (or others like it) also!
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My wife (now my ex-husband) thinks the world is crazy.)