Nudist ExperiencesMarch 19, 2010 0 Comments
My First Nudist Experience
I've been interested in nudism ever since I came across a nudist magazine in a neighbor's garage when I was about 14 years old. I surreptitiously "borrowed" it and pored over its pages so many times over the coming months that they became frayed and dog-eared. Of course, as a teenager with raging hormones, my primary interest at the time was that there were pictures of naked women and even of girls my own age in the magazine.
But as I got used to viewing these pictures, the thing that stayed with me even more than the naked images of attracive females was the idea that it must be wonderful to have such freedom and to be so natural with one's own nudity among other nude people.
It was around fifteen years later that I finally had my first opportunity to experience that freedom for myself. I was at a beach in Montara, California just south of Pacifica, beyond an area called Devil's Slide with a female friend. We decided to take a walk to the far end of the beach just for the exercise.
When we got close to the end of the beach, we came around a small bend and discovered that the hundreds of people there were all naked. It was quite a shock at first, and my friend felt uncomfortable among so many naked people and suggested that we go back down to the other end of the beach.
But I persuaded her to stay a little longer and we spread our towels out in a largely unoccupied area at the back of the beach. After a few minutes, I told her that I was going to take of my swimsuit and see what it was like to be free and naked among other naked people. She scowled at me and told me to go ahead, but that I shoudn't expect her to take her swimsuit off.
I slipped off my suit and laid back on my towel enjoying the feeling of the sun shining on my totally naked body. It was a warm day and I felt like getting in the water, so I told her I was going to walk down to the edge of the water and let the waves splash around my legs.
She was dying to cool off too, but didn't want to be the only one walking around with her swimsuit on, so she said she would stay with our towels and wait for me to come back. I suggested that she compromise and just take her top off. She would fit in better with the other nude sunbathers and would still at least have her bottom covered.
She thought it over for a moment and agreed to take her top off and join my romp in the waves. She quickly removed her top and stood up to walk hand in hand with me to the water's edge.
We spent twenty or so minutes splashing in the waves and then trudged back to our towels. When we sat back down, she pointed out to me that she enjoyed the fact that she didn't have to deal with the weight and feel of her wet top since it was missing, and that she really noticed the uncomfortable feeling of her wet bikini bottom.
She smiled and quickly removed the wet bottom and became a lifelong nudist on the spot. As did I.