My father tells me I ‘ve a custom of following the path less travelled, and so it was with becoming a nudist.

When I was sixteen one of my partners, Tony, suggested we go and take a look at the local nude beach. Not having seen a real live nude woman before I immediately agreed and we set off.
I was not comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the beach and sit in the crowd.
Walking home Tony asked, What do you really believe makes people would like to go bare on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, however there must be something to it otherwise why would there be so many people on an out of the way beach. Nevertheless, in the back part of my mind was a notion that perhaps I’d like to try, but would I have the nerve.
The idea continued to grow and like most novices I began sleeping nude when possible, and questioning round the house nude when the chance arose. This had me becoming more comfortable naked, but the thought had grown to a desire to try the nude beach.
So, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the seashore discovered that I ‘d be naked in the sun. I laid out my towel, took off my shirt and shorts, but couldn’t go any further. I could not tell myself to take off my Speedos so I sat there hoping for inspiration.
Over an hour later 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 naked. After a couple of minutes, one of the girls turned to me and said, This a nude beach only the perverts sit down here in their Speedos.
Im sorry, I said.
There’s probably a 120 manhood on this shore, why would yours be special. If you’re not going to be bare you probably shouldnt be here.
Her friends where nodding in approval, so I got up and went for a swim hopeful of finding nerve to drop my swimmers. It didnt come I packed up my stuff and headed home.
After that afternoon my girlfriend, Anna, asked me where I was during the day. I told her roughly where I ‘d been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the nude girls again?
No, I was looking for out what it’s like being nude on the beach?
What? Were you down there naked? she asked.
No, I not could convince myself to lose my trousers.
Well, maybe we can try again tomorrow, she said.
Tomorrow morning you, and I, visit the beach and strive for an all over tan. Perhaps if you have are going to be a courageous lad.
So the next morning the two of us walked round the pathway to the beach, as with each step the butterflies grew in my stomach. We climbed down onto the shore and took up position close to the center in the high tide mark.
With the 20 or so nude folks, it suddenly seemed quite crowded.
Are you really going to take those away? she said.
Im going wait awhile, Im somewhat unsure at the moment.
OK, we can lie here and discuss.
Anna then laid face down and we chatted about all the things teenagers ramble over, discussing who of our buddies were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our strategies for the rest of the summer holidays.
Anna subsequently requested me to undo the ties of her bikini top and also the dialogue continued as it had before. Shortly after she lifted onto her elbows revealing the profile of a lightly tanned breast, although the tan lines of her bikini stood in comparison.
We continued talking and individuals continued to file on the seashore, and a real crowd was starting to form. There were also a substantial 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 nude.
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.
Peter, have you discovered we’re the sole two folks on the shore wearing costumes? she said.
Yes, but
Why dont we take them away in the water and swim around for a while and see how we feel?
Yes, but
There clearly was no argument Anna had her bikini bottom off in one movement and was subsequently tugging at the side of my swimmers.
Its OK I may do this myself. So I did and for the first time, since I was two years old, I was naked 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, but only extremely clear enough to see where stone and sand joined, we couldn’t see any detail for example fish and coral that would have been evident with some gear.
While swimming, I had hung our swimmers around my neck, so they didn’t accidentally evaporate, and we consistently remained in at least waist depth water. Anna appeared entirely at ease in the water, flashing her bottom every 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 towelled off, and re laid my towel to lie in the sun. Anna simply dropped down on her towel, rung the water from her long blonde hair, and laid back.
Are you comfy? I mean, topless in front of all these people, I mumbled.
Yeah, why?
No, not at all. Simply asking, thats all.
Well relax a little, topless on a nude beach is no big deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Not just yet.
Can you get my water bottle out and hair brush out of my beach tote? she asked.
I needed to stand to get her things out and when I’d found the drink bottle, I turned to discover Anna stealing from her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you comfy? I mean, naked in front of all these folks, I said.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Merely inquiring, thats all.
Well relax a little, bare on a nude beach is no big deal.
I looked up, I looked down, I looked all around, and I was the only person on the beach which wasn’t naked. What where my alternatives I given Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and immediately rolled onto my stomach.
Anna giggled and I said Whats amusing Im naked arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with this kind of white bum!
Then I noticed the region that had been covered by Annas bikini bottom was the same light tan as her breasts, as well as 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 have an all over tan?

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Yeh we tend to not worry much about clothes round the home or around the pool.
So your family would be nudists then?
Yes, they’re and so are you now!
And I’ve been ever since.

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