My Very First Secret Trip To A Nude Beach

I like clothes, I used to sell them; I can often be seen wearing them. I feel comfortable and protected in clothing, and for me I see it as a way of self-expression and exploration.

I like being nude. I was born nude; I am often nude and if you’re unlucky you may see it. I feel free and open when I am nude and for me I see it as a way of self-expression and exploration.

I think you needed to know these two things about me before I start my story, because for some the desire to go nude, let alone go nude in public around other people, who are also nude, seems damn near insane. But that’s what I did.

My husband and I were sitting on the couch together, we were talking about things husbands and wives talk about when their alone (bills, other people, etc.) when an idea literally popped into my head. I turned to him quickly, “do you wanna go to a nude beach tomorrow?” I asked almost as surprised by the question as he was. “Yeah” was his simple reply.

Side note: My husband is a very nude dude.

I love the beach, my husband however doesn’t. I see his point when you figure in the travel time, the traffic, the crowds, and the cost of parking (if you can get it) a beach day can turn into a pain in the arse. For me the payoff of being in the ocean makes it worth it, but not for him. So when he said yes to my nude beach plan I was happy, it seemed like I had planned a beach trip that he would enjoy.  But I quickly had to ask myself, would I?

While my husband was a very nude dude, I have had quite a different relationship with my naked body. As a child I always wanted to be nude but as most children learn early that is not “ok” so I dressed as I was told. As a teenager I grew big boobs overnight that got me a lot of attention, caused me a lot of pain and changed my body into something I was meant to like (big boobs are awesome! Everyone wants them) to something that I didn’t recognise. I would get in the shower and stare down at these massive balloons on my chest covered in stretch marks and veins and think, no this isn’t what they are meant to look like! I spent most of my teenage years mad at my body for not turning into the nude image I had in my head. As an adult plus size woman I have to be honest in saying this relationship has only recently started to improve, why now?  I don’t really know, maybe age? But I’m going with it.

And going with it is exactly how this chubby girl found herself pulling up in the carpark of Cobblers Beach the next morning. My husband was eager, to him this experience was exactly what he had been looking for, a chance to feel open and free… me on the other hand, I was sweating.

This seemed like such a good idea when I suggested it but as I walked down the rocky path towards the hidden cove I was cursing myself out “this is dumb turn back!” said my brain, “your giant gross titties will freak out all the nice people and they will run like that scene from jaws!!!” I tend to get somewhat overdramatic when I am nervous.

As we rounded the corner we began seeing people, naked people and the second I saw that I was calm. I forgot for a second that at a nude beach, everyone was nude and there is something very equalising in that. No matter what the body looks like there an undeniable vulnerability in being nude with others. It’s a, “we are all in this together” type of thing that helped me forget my hang ups and start paying attention to what was happening around me.

What was happening around me were a bunch of smiling nude people who seem really happy and relaxed. What will surprise you the most about a nude beach is how normal it is, some people were snorkelling, others were sun bathing and many were just enjoying a swim. People were in various stages of undress, some still fully clothed hanging out with their nude friends.

Nudist Women
Image: Nudists

We picked our spot and dropped trow, well the husband did, I thought topless was enough for my first visit. We walked away from our area and I was expecting people to look at my pale chuddy self and recoil but they didn’t even notice, or if they did, I didn’t notice them noticing me.

We spent a few hours swimming, reading in the sun, exploring the rock pools , watching people fish and I can honestly say it was the best day at the beach I’ve ever had. It was odd to me that as a chubby girl I felt more comfortable on a nude beach than a normal one but it is true, it felt more accepting and less about how you look and more about how you feel. I felt empowered and a little sunburnt.

The husband was in his element and I think he realised that the beach wasn’t the issue, it was that we kept going to places he couldn’t be comfortable, for him being able to be nude and unjudged was a very big thing and it changed the beach from this pain in the arse thing his wife likes to do to something we can do together.

But the real question is would I go back?

My answer…

Why wouldn’t I?

Author: Jamie is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

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