My first nude encounter was when I was younger and very much by accident. I went to a beach with a very long shoreline on the more apart end.

I did not see anyone about and I understood that nudism was tolerated so I fully disrobed and set completely exposed in the sun. I saw a topless woman approaching and immediately covered up – being bare outside was totally natural, being naked in front of others was not. She grinned as she walked by and I simply blushed – I was so prudish about public nudity that even seeing others in a state of undress made me uneasy. When she was out of site, I once again uncovered and decided I wanted to go for a swim. I’ve been an enthusiastic swimmer, a life gaurd in fact, so I decided to swim farther down the shore and come back. Swimming nude was quite liberating! I did that and went past most of the busy parts of the seashore. After some time the current was too powerful to turn back and I realized I ‘d only one alternative, to walk back on the seashore.
I have to say that was clearly one of of my own life. I walked out of the water, covering my genitals with my hands. As I came to shore, I found that everyone was naked and seemed so natural. I still covered up, but was becoming a little more comfortable with myself. Although I was quite athletic and healthy, I had always been sensitive about the size of my penis and all my pubic hair but when I saw people of all shapes, sizes and ages I understood that I was fine however I was. I let go, literally, and was free. It was quite a walk back. Being nude where everyone was nude was natural but I shortly I had a new challenge. Although nudity was tolerated everyone on the seashore, the most popular section was where nearly everyone wore bathing suits- was common but I saw only one fully nude person.
Aside from that, it was very crowded.

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I really had no choice but to keep on going and I continued walking bare. Folks looked at me – I was likely the only nude person they’d seen for a while – but I kept on going. It’s ackward being nude in front of others when they are not but I learned to deal with it. When I finally reached my clothing, I was a nudist for life.
as soon as I went back to my flat with my buddies, male and female, I told them about my experience. I told them too how good it felt and asked if they minded if I went nude in our apartment, they did not. Since then I spend as much of my time naked as possible and don’t care whose looking.


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