My father tells me I have a habit of following the route less travelled, and so it was with becoming a nudist.

When I was sixteen one of my mates, Tony, proposed we go and have a look at the local nude beach. Not having seen a real live nude woman before I quickly agreed and we set off.
When we got there we took up a position where we could see everyone on the beach, but we were hidden by trees. I wasn’t comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the beach and sit in the crowd. Tony said that would be too bizarre so we remained hidden for about twenty minutes, and I saw my first nude woman (and my fiftieth, all on the one day).
Walking home Tony inquired, What do you believe makes folks want to go nude on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, but there has to be something to it otherwise why would there be so many people on an out of the way beach. Yet, in the back of my mind was a notion that maybe I would like to attempt, but would I possess the nerve.
The idea continued to grow and enjoy most beginners I started sleeping naked when possible, and wondering around the house nude when the opportunity arose. This had me becoming more comfortable naked, but the idea had grown to a desire to attempt the nude beach.
So, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the seashore determined that I would be bare in the sun. I laid out my towel, took off my shirt and shorts, but could not go any farther. I CAn’t tell myself to take off my Speedos so I sat there hoping for inspiration.
Over an hour after I still hadn’t advanced, when three girls, just several years older than me, laid out their towels next to me and minutes later were naked. After a couple of minutes, among the girls turned to me and said, This a nude beach only the perverts sit down here in their Speedos.
Im sorry, I said. This is a brand new experience for me and Im nervous about being nude.
Get over it, she said. There’s likely a 120 members on this seashore, why would yours be special. If you are not going to be naked you probably shouldnt be here.
Her pals where nodding in approval, so I got up and went for a swim hopeful of finding guts to drop my swimmers. It didnt come I packed up my things and headed home.
After that afternoon my girlfriend, Anna, asked me where I had been during the day. I told her about where I had been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the nude girls again?
No, I was trying to find out what it’s like being naked on the beach?
What? Were you down there naked? she inquired.
No, I not could convince myself to drop my trousers.
Well, perhaps we can try again tomorrow, she said.
Tomorrow morning you, and I, go to the beach and strive for an all over tan. Maybe when you have some support you may be a brave boy.
So the next morning the two of us walked round the pathway to the shore, as with each measure the butterflies grew in my belly. We climbed down onto the beach and took up position close to wild hot beach party in the high tide mark.
The beach is small by any standards at about 40 metres long, and five metres of sand at high tide. With the 20 or so naked folks, it suddenly appeared very packed. We laid out our towels and dressed down until I was in my swimming costume and Anna in her pink bikini.
Are you going to take those off? she said.
Im going wait awhile, Im a bit unsure at the moment.
OK, we can lie here and discuss.
Anna subsequently laid face down and we chatted about all of the things teens drift around, discussing who of our friends were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our strategies for the remainder of the summer holidays.
Anna then asked me to reverse the ties of her bikini top as well as the conversation continued as it had before. Soon after she lifted onto her elbows showing the profile of a lightly tanned breast, though the tan lines of her bikini stood in contrast.
We continued talking and people continued to file onto the beach, and a real crowd was beginning to form. There were also a large number of yachts and motor boats taking up moorings in the bay. Some of these boats had only one guy on board, while others had entire families on board, including some with kids the same age as Anna and I. The common theme was that almost all on board were naked.
Anna suggested a swim and leapt to her feet leaving her bikini top lying on the towel. I must have shown my surprise, as she caught my hand and said, Come on slow poke, get into the water. I had no choice and we were soon up to our belly buttons in the water.
Peter, have you discovered we’re the sole two people on the beach wearing costumes? she said.
Yes, but
Why dont we take them off in the water and swim about for some time and see how we feel?
Yes, but
There was no argument Anna had her bikini bottom off in one motion and was subsequently tugging at the side of my swimmers.
Its OK I may do this myself. So I did and for the very first time, since I was two years of age, I was nude in public.
We frolicked in the water, shoving each other under, hanging off the anchor lines of the moored boats, and diving for the underside. The water was cool, as it always is in the weeks before Christmas but the heat of the day more than made up for the small chill getting in. Visibility under water, without mask and snorkel, was realistic, however only extremely clear enough to see where rock and sand joined, we could not see any detail such as fish and coral that will have been evident with some gear.
While swimming, I’d hung our swimmers around my neck, so they didn’t accidentally disappear, and we always remained in at least waist depth water. Anna seemed entirely at ease in the water, flashing her bottom each time she glided underwater.

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I wasn’t that comfortable, but the veil of water supplied some security. Finally we determined it was time to get out. I eased my swimmers back on to leave the water and Anna gave me a look of pained despair, but she put her undersides back on and we went and laid back on our towels.
I towelled off, and re laid my towel to lie in the sun. Anna only dropped down on her towel, rung the water from her long blond hair, and laid back.
Are you comfortable? I mean, topless in front of all these individuals, I mumbled.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Simply asking, thats all.
Well relax a little, topless on a nude beach is no huge deal. not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Im not comfortable out of the water. Not simply yet.
Dont worry about it, Im just ribbing you. Can you get my water bottle outside and hair brush out of my beach tote? she inquired.
I had to stand to get her things out and when I’d found the drink bottle, I turned to find Anna slipping from her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you really comfortable? I mean, nude in front of all these individuals, I said.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Just asking, thats all.
Well relax a bit, nude on a nude beach is no big deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Im getting the point, I said
I looked up, I looked down, I looked all around, and I was the sole person on the shore which wasn’t bare. What where my alternatives I given Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and instantly rolled onto my belly.
Anna giggled and I said Whats funny Im nude arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with such a white bum!
Then I found the region that had been covered by Annas bikini bottom was the same light tan as her breasts, and also the penny finally dropped.
Youve been here before havent you!
Yes, with Mum, Dad and my sister many times, but I wouldnt come here on my own.
So you’ve got an all over tan?
Yeh we tend to not worry much about clothing round the home or across the pool.
So your family would be nudists then?
Yes, they’re and so are you now!
And I have been ever since.

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