Jimmy Jarrell's blog First Experience on the Beach had received RichardJ's comment "That first time naked on a beach will never be forgotten. It will be followed by many more. Enjoy this new dimension to your life."
I forgot all about my first time nude on a beach: My parents told me they had taken me at one when I was two. And in those days in the fifties, adults showed concern about UV rays by the time a child's whitest cheeks turned red.
And frankly, I don't remember where I had my first public swim as a determined nudist/naturist. Greece, perhaps? No, probably a few years earlier at a most unofficial though long established nude beach in my familiar Belgium or one with lesser risk in the Netherlands. Or was it at Cap d'Agde in Mediterranean France? Or was our holiday in Norway before that? Then it must have been in the North Sea either near Bergen or else above the polar circle — thát short swim I wouldn't have wanted to miss though only my wife was there to see it. I had already taken off my swimwear once at a secluded Suffolk beach, estimating the British visitors far enough for them not to realize it. Something like that also in northern France at a Vaches Noires unofficial nude beach, though I can't even recall whether there were a few other people or not. The point is, that I had been mentally prepared since about twenty years before the occasion practically arose. I simply had never bothered to select an itinerary along naturist beaches, but was not to miss any opportunity that came along. This just had taken that long, and nowadays I'm far more consciously getting information and looking around wherever I pass by or hang out.
Also, some of the mentioned locations would have come after my having become accustomed to daily nude swimming in a large sand bottom pond near home, unseen at first. Then it became clear that more people went skinny dipping and occasionally stayed sunbathing on the most remote stretch of the by trees and shrubs cloistered grassland shores. Gradually more frequently overtly during nine springs and summers, this created an ever more busy unofficially tolerated clothing optional spot. It ended when an acting mayor got hold of the City and Officers of the Law and cooperative Justice suddenly coerced a full stop by any means at any cost —including a more desolate entire designated recreation area than ever. The true burgomaster's return from higher office and his two re-elections were not to relax my relapse to strictly home nudism. I've been doing my best since, but really should get out even more... rather far away.
I don't assume a nudist to be an addict, but one deprived by misbestowal must feel a presence either of a masochist or of sadistic powers.
I forgot all about my first time nude on a beach: My parents told me they had taken me at one when I was two. And in those days in the fifties, adults showed concern about UV rays by the time a child's whitest cheeks turned red.
And frankly, I don't remember where I had my first public swim as a determined nudist/naturist. Greece, perhaps? No, probably a few years earlier at a most unofficial though long established nude beach in my familiar Belgium or one with lesser risk in the Netherlands. Or was it at Cap d'Agde in Mediterranean France? Or was our holiday in Norway before that? Then it must have been in the North Sea either near Bergen or else above the polar circle — thát short swim I wouldn't have wanted to miss though only my wife was there to see it. I had already taken off my swimwear once at a secluded Suffolk beach, estimating the British visitors far enough for them not to realize it. Something like that also in northern France at a Vaches Noires unofficial nude beach, though I can't even recall whether there were a few other people or not. The point is, that I had been mentally prepared since about twenty years before the occasion practically arose. I simply had never bothered to select an itinerary along naturist beaches, but was not to miss any opportunity that came along. This just had taken that long, and nowadays I'm far more consciously getting information and looking around wherever I pass by or hang out.
Also, some of the mentioned locations would have come after my having become accustomed to daily nude swimming in a large sand bottom pond near home, unseen at first. Then it became clear that more people went skinny dipping and occasionally stayed sunbathing on the most remote stretch of the by trees and shrubs cloistered grassland shores. Gradually more frequently overtly during nine springs and summers, this created an ever more busy unofficially tolerated clothing optional spot. It ended when an acting mayor got hold of the City and Officers of the Law and cooperative Justice suddenly coerced a full stop by any means at any cost —including a more desolate entire designated recreation area than ever. The true burgomaster's return from higher office and his two re-elections were not to relax my relapse to strictly home nudism. I've been doing my best since, but really should get out even more... rather far away.
I don't assume a nudist to be an addict, but one deprived by misbestowal must feel a presence either of a masochist or of sadistic powers.
