• Whitaker Powell posted an update 9 months ago

    My first nudist experience came by accident once I was 32 years old. Prior to that, I had been raised in a very modest family where my mom forbid my father to get Playboy Magazines in the house (I found out years after he did anyhow.) Nevertheless, as a teen I was always interested about it and on those infrequent occasions once I found myself dwelling for a couple of hours alone while my parents and younger brother and sisters were off on some family outing, I tried out being without clothing for an hour here or an hour there. It felt comfortable, but I never dreamed I ‘d 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 nerve.
    That chance came when I was married with a six year old daughter. My wife, like my mom, was extremely self-conscious about her body. What nudity there was in our home was limited 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 often seen different beaches along the 50 miles of county shoreline where these pools may be investigated.
    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 an extended seashore maybe a half mile long, that was covered with naked bodies. We should go – now!" 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.
    "I always wanted to attempt this," I admitted to my wife. "Dont you dare!" she gently but steadfastly answered. From her tone I knew I couldnt press the issue any further.
    However, I happened to mention our random discovery to a co-worker a couple of days afterwards. He nonchalantly admitted he and his wife went there all the time. I was more than surprised to discover this. Nudists lived among us! Who knew?
    A year passed, and the next summer my wife and daughter left to see her sister in Washington State. I stayed behind for another week to finish an important project on the job. A couple of days afterwards, exactly the same co worker came into my office and closed the door.
    "What?"
    "Recall last year you told me about the nude beach? Nows your time to really 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 people from work was absolutely out of the inquiry. "Alright, but I need to go by myself the very first time." I believe 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 the days passed, I began thinking that maybe this might be my only chance to attempt it, and I began making plans.
    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 wanting 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 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 seats and Frisbees and footballs, same as on any beach. 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 belly, thinking, "Oh wow, I really did it! I really did it!"
    About a half hour later arrived the second moment of truth. That is when I understood I was burning in places 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 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. "Why werent they looking at me? Im having a nervous breakdown here as well as the least they could do is look and admit it!" But nobody did. Afterwards, I found that many others also go through these twin "moment of terror" their first time, only to look back and laugh at their conceit afterwards.
    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 joined in the fun and experienced my first astonishing second when the ocean wraps itself around ones body free of clothes.
    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 need to return. This was an astonishing, surprising encounter, and I stayed all afternoon. I felt no sexual tension, in fact I saw no sexuality at all. I found out afterwards that the beach had it unofficial mayor and also a team to volunteers who made sure nothing inappropriate would occur there. So I found it actually 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, simply, "Well?" I told him I truly 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 perhaps someday. Then something occurred I didnt expect.
    A few hours later, another co-worker came into my office and shut the door. "My wife and I saw you Saturday," he said quietly with a big smile on his face.
    Oh, no! I couldnt sink far enough into my seat! He then explained he along with his family go to that beach frequently 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 lots 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 couple of days 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.
    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 bottom 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 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 extremely popular, but nobody ever wants to talk about it.
    My wife (now my ex-husband) believes the world is nuts.)