My dad 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 take a look in the neighborhood nude beach. Not having seen a real live naked girl before I quickly agreed and we set off.
I was not comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the beach and sit in the bunch. Tony said that would be too weird so we stayed 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 really think makes folks would like to go nude on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, but there must be something to it otherwise why would there be so many folks on an out of the way beach. Nevertheless, in the back of my head was a idea that perhaps I’d like to attempt, but would I have the nerve.
The thought continued to grow and enjoy most beginners I started sleeping nude when possible, and wondering round the house nude when the opportunity arose. This had me becoming more comfy bare, but the thought had grown to a urge to try the nude beach.
So, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the beach determined that I would be naked in the sunshine. I laid out my towel, took off my top and shorts, but could not go any further. I couldn’t tell myself to take off my Speedos so I sat there hoping for inspiration.
Over an hour after I still had not progressed, when three girls, just several years older than me, laid out their towels next to me and seconds later were nude.

There’s probably a 120 members on this shore, why would yours be unique. If you’re not definitely going to be naked you probably shouldnt be here.
Her buddies 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.
Later that afternoon my girlfriend, Anna, asked me where I was during the day. I told her about where I ‘d been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the naked 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, maybe we can try again tomorrow, she said.
Tomorrow morning you, and I, go to the shore and attempt for an all over tan. Perhaps if you have some support you may be a courageous lad.
So the following morning the two of us walked round the path to the seashore, as with every measure the butterflies grew in my stomach. We climbed down onto the beach and took up position close to the middle in the high tide mark.
With the 20 or so naked folks, it suddenly looked quite crowded. 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 away? she said.
Im going wait awhile, Im a bit unsure right now.
OK, we can lie here and talk.
Anna afterward laid face down and we chatted about all the things adolescents wander around, discussing who of our friends were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our strategies for the rest of the summer holidays.
Anna afterward asked me to reverse the ties of her bikini top and also the conversation continued as it had before. Shortly 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 seashore, plus a real crowd was beginning to form. There were also a substantial variety of yachts and motor boats taking up moorings in the bay. Some of these boats had just one guy on board, while others had whole families on board, including some with kids the same age as Anna and I. The common theme was that nearly all on board were naked.
Anna proposed a swim and jumped to her feet leaving her bikini top lying on the towel. I must have shown my surprise, as she grabbed my hand and said, Come on slow poke, get into the water.
Peter, have you noticed we are the only two folks on the shore 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 a single motion and was then 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 , I was nude in public.
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 little chill getting in. Visibility under water, without mask and snorkel, was practical, however just really clear enough to see where rock and sand joined, we could not see any detail like fish and coral that would have been apparent with some equipment.
While swimming, I’d hung our swimmers around my neck, so they did not accidentally disappear, and we always remained in at least waist depth water. Anna appeared completely at ease in the water, flitting her bottom each time she glided underwater. 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 bottoms 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 just dropped down on her towel, rung the water from her long blond hair, and laid back.
Are you really comfy? I mean, topless in front of all these individuals, I mumbled.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Merely asking, thats all.
Well relax a bit, topless on a nude beach is no huge deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Not simply yet.
Dont worry about it, Im just ribbing you. Can you get my water bottle out and hair brush out of my beach bag? she asked.
I needed to stand to get her things out and when I’d found the beverage bottle, I turned to find Anna slipping from her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you comfy? I mean, bare in front of all these individuals, I said.
Yeah, why?
No, not at all. Only asking, thats all.
Well relax a little, naked on a nude beach is no huge deal.
I looked up, I looked down, I looked all around, and I was the only man on the beach that wasn’t naked. What where my options I handed Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and immediately rolled onto my belly.
Anna giggled and I said Whats funny Im naked arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with this kind of white bum!
Then I found the region that had been covered by Annas bikini bottom was the same light tan as her breasts, and the penny finally dropped.
Yes, with Mum, Dad and my sister many times, but I wouldnt come here on my own.
So you have an all over tan?
Yeh we tend to not worry much about clothes round the house 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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