My first time on a Nude Beach.

My first visit to a nude beach wasn't like anything I had expected. The perfect hardbodies were so few and far between that I didn't see a single one. There must have been some. After all the people in the magazine ads have to perfect their tan somewhere. Wherever that place is, it wasn't on this beach. There were people of all sizes and shapes, little kids and wrinkled Great Grandparents. I was expecting to be the ugly duckling on the beach, but I was pleasantly surprised. In spite of being off my diet, I was actually a bit above average.
Families tended to group together, as did singles and gays. It's not something that's enforced in any way, it's just that people that have things in common tend to group together.
The really strange part was that I felt very self-conscious. I'm no prude. I'm actually a bit of an exhibitionist at times. If showing some skin was naughty it somehow fit with society's norms This was different somehow. It all was so natural, yet I was reluctant to get undressed and go swimming. It probably goes back to diaper training. I'm told I was always slipping off my diapers and getting a beating for it. It was like I half expected some unseen hand to smack me but good if I took off my bikini. My solution was simple, leave the bikini on. It didn't take long before I felt, well, naked. The rest of the beach was various shades of beige and I was wearing hot pink.
On my second trip into the surf I decided to try it at least part way. Everybody around me looked so comfortable and free that I decided to take off my top. In between waves, I tied it to my bikini bottoms. It felt great! I decided that on my next trip into the surf I would just take off my tops and leave them on the blanket. Just then I realized that I hadn't felt the tops wash against my legs while jumping the last few waves. I checked and was relived to find that they were still there. I gave them a little tug to make sure that they were still secure and went on jumping waves. A wave later I realized I was quite comfortable. I must have loosened the bow on the bottoms when I tugged on the tops. Ready or not, I was skinny-dipping.
The big question was what to do next. I didn't want to leave the water naked. It didn't matter that everyone else was nude, I was naked! There is a difference. I decided to grin and bare it, literally. I just walked back to my blanket like nothing was wrong. It wasn't logical, but I was sure I would be stared at and comments would be made. I was wrong. Nothing happened. I just walked back to my blanket and lied face down.
I realized that the naked, exposed and vulnerable feeling I had, had been all in my head. I was merely nude like the hundreds of other people around me. No unseen hand was going to spank me.
I learned a lot that day, some profound, some practical. Volleyball in the nude takes some getting used to. I was more nude than most people on the beach were, I shave my pubic area. Except for a few gawkers, a nude beach is just like any other beach, only more comfortable and friendlier. People aren't separated by the status that clothing, even swimwear, imparts.
The rest of the day was just another day at the beach, but without sand in the suit problems or tan lines. I did get sunburned everywhere that had never exposed the sun before, but it wasn't bad. Now I tan evenly. Well only when I'm careful. I have always burned bad. At least now there are no places that burn worse than the rest of me.
The top I was wearing when I arrived was gone. I had worn a big floppy beach hat and a mini skirt over my suit. The scarf from the hat made an adequate top and even matched my skirt for the drive home.
The only things I found wrong on that beach were in my own mind.