at all times. I never thought of going nude in private, http://freenudistpicture.net in public.
Then one day I came home from work very tired. I only wanted to put on my nightie and get into bed. But it was a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first–which is obviously the one thing I consistently did naked, though I never gave that any thought.
I came out of the shower and dried off. I wasn’t sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted. I just collapsed on the bed, too tired to even notice that I hadn’t troubled to put anything on. I fell asleep in minutes.
as soon as I woke up, I was somewhat surprised to realize that I had not only had I slept bare the whole night, but it was the very best night’s sleep I ever had. The following night, I wasn’t so tired–but I couldn’t quit thinking about how good it felt to sleep nude. So I chose to try it on purpose this time.
I got into bed naked, and it felt really great. I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I didn’t desire to get up and get dressed. But of course I had to.
From there, it was a rather short time till I was normally bare when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt a little bit guilty for awhile because it went against everything I were taught since childhood. However, the comfort outweighed the remorse.
However, the concept of letting other women see me naked in public–much less guys!– never crossed my mind. I still had some Jewish modesty. Fully being a Californian, from the greater LA region, I’d heard of nude beaches. But I ‘d no desire to visit one.
Being a great Californian though, I did spend a lot of spare time on the shore in the summer–always wearing a bathing suit, naturally. And one day, while I was shifting out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I started to think about how great it felt to take it away. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to ponder the prospect of skinnydipping.
One really hot Sunday in August, I made a brave decision: I was going to find out if I had the nerve to beat my strait-laced upbringing. I got into my car and drove south to San Diego, and parked at the cliff over Black’s Beach. For almost 20 minutes, I sat in the vehicle, trying to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I would see nude women and men. I nearly didn’t go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me.
But as I began to turn the key to drive away, I really couldn’t do it. I was ascertained that the time I spent driving down there was not going to be wasted. I’d come to see a nude beach, and I was not going to leave without seeing it.
Slowly, I started to walk down the trail to the beach. Actually that’s the only way you can do it, but I was going slower than needed. Finally, I reached the base, and could barely believe what I was seeing. There were lots of men, most of them nude. There were women in all phases of dress and undress. There were families with young kids.
I found an uncrowded place and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no notion what I was really going to do next. Part of me wanted to pull everything off and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt terrible for being in such a spot.
I shut my eyes, and thought, and thought some more. The idea of taking off my clothes in front of beach party fuck –how could a nice Jewish girl do that?
But there were other women there, and they took their clothes away, and they had no issue with letting guys see them.
The ocean seemed increasingly more inviting. The guilt weighed on me. Even if I stayed clothed, simply being in such a location and seeing such sights was erroneous. For almost an hour, I was torn. I went back and forth–and eventually, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyhow, it couldn’t be any worse of a sin to participate. If these folks saw me naked, they wouldn’t be seeing anything they hadn’t seen before.
Immediately, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything away, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away. I felt amazing. I was skinnydipping in public, in mixed company, and enjoying it completely. I came out of the ocean, and also the feeling of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt terrific.
From that minute on, I was a new individual. I am still a traditonal Jew. I eat only kosher food, and I don’t drive on the Sabbath. I still visit the synagogue on Sabbaths and Festivals. But I’m a Jewish nudist, and I really like it.