01 First Experience

This is an edited version of my original story with the same title. It is the same story with some corrections to improve readability and a few added details.

This story will be mild compared to most that you read on this website, but you need to know a couple of things in order to understand what a big deal it was for me.

First, this is a true story. In fact, this whole group of stories is true. The only thing that I have changed are the names of the people involved. The idea of this group of stories is to chronicle my development from a shy boy to a man who is comfortable with his body; comfortable to the point of enjoying being naked and craving situations where others could see me or potentially see me naked. If you are looking for wild sex or lurid situations then this group of stories will disappoint you. This was just a fun journey of transformation and liberation.

The second thing you should know, is that I was and still am a practicing member of my christian faith as was my girlfriend at the time, I'll call her Sam. As such, we grew up with the usual taboos that sex and nudity were sinful and modesty a virtue. Sam really believed this and so I was always on my best behavior and to tell you the truth, I didn't mind. It was how we were raised and how we lived. It was just expected.

This journey started many years ago when I was in my early twenties.

This first event took place in Autumn. We were going to visit Sam's relatives for a long weekend. They lived near an ocean resort in the northeast. I had previously visited them several times and always enjoyed myself. It was a quaint and beautiful place. The trip usually would take just less than 2 hours with no traffic, but we were leaving in late Friday afternoon traffic which sometimes could take longer.

I mention this because we had to meet her relatives at a specific time and I thought we were just going to make it.

On the drive, Sam and I talked about what we going to do. We were happy it was going to be an unusually warm weekend. She wanted to take advantage of the weather and spend some time at the beach which we both liked to do. This would be the last time we could go to the beach until spring. I agreed with her, but I had a problem; I did not bring a swimsuit or shorts.

However, my folks had a summer place that was closed for the season, and was near where we were going. So, I suggested that we stop there first if we had time because I had a bedroom there and I was sure I could find a swimsuit.

As we got closer to our destination, I figured we did have just enough time to pick up my swimsuit and still meet her relatives. I always carried a key to my parents place in my car. I unlocked the door, went to my room, quickly went through my draws and could not find a swimsuit or shorts. Then I remembered that my brother also had some clothes there. So I quickly looked in his draws and found an old swimsuit. I grabbed it, secured the door and off we went.

My brother, who is a few years older than me had my same body type, tall and lean. Since the swimsuit was old, it meant that he got it when he was in his late teens and so it would certainly fit me now.

We made it to Sam's relatives with a couple of minutes to spare. I hate keeping people waiting. We had a nice evening.

The next morning after breakfast we went to town to poke around. Then after lunch we got ready to go to the beach.

I put my brother's swimsuit on. Two things became apparent. He did not have the exact same body type as I did because it was a little loose at the waist - I remember chuckling to myself that he was a little fatter then me. Then when I tried to adjust it, the string in the waistband was tied in such a tight knot that I couldn't loosen it. I tried to do this several times, but failed. I didn't want to keep Sam waiting so I thought, "Oh well! It still fit ok; it just rested a little lower on my hips."

Off to the beach we went. I expected a small crowd - people like ourselves taking advantage of the last beautiful weekend before cooler weather set in. However, when we arrived, the beach was deserted. We were the only ones that I could see. My immediate reaction was that everybody knew something we didn't - like perhaps the water must be very cold already. We stayed anyway.

We spread our towels and laid down. The sun felt wonderful. Eventually I suggested we try the water. Sam did not want to go in because she said she wasn't feeling well. So, I suggested we go back to the house. She said that she wanted to stay; the sun made her feel better. I didn't realize until years later that she was probably having her period and in those days women didn't go in the water at that time of the month. Anyway, I decided to go in alone.

When I stepped into the water it was only slightly cooler than the summer, but still very pleasant. I again urged Sam to come in, but she declined. I waded up to my knees and dove in. The next few seconds changed my life.

In those few seconds, my swimsuit had slipped to my knees and when I kicked to stabilize myself to stand it went down to my ankles. At first, I was horrified that I was with Sam and nearly naked from the waist down. Yet, I was surprisingly exhilarated at the feeling of water washing over my nude body.

When I stood I was in waist-deep water and I pulled the swimsuit up. I yelled to Sam that I thought I had a problem; she had no reaction. So, I prepared to dive again. I thought that being in deeper water now and with the suit already wet maybe it wouldn't come off this time.

As I dove in, I could feel the same thing happening, but this time I wasn't surprised and I did not resist. I just continued to swim underwater and let the suit come off my legs. This time when I stood I was in chest-deep water, completely naked, and my swimsuit was floating a few feet away from me. My body and mind felt more alive than I could ever remember. It was a sensation that I had never experienced before.

The swimsuit was slowly drifting away in the current. I grabbed it and tried holding it while I continued to swim, but it was too awkward. So I waded into shallower water, I yelled to Sam again that I had a problem; this time she looked my way. I held the swimsuit up and said that it wouldn't stay on. She just laid back down. I didn't know if she was uninterested in my plight or afraid that looking at me might be doing something sinful.

I wanted to keep swimming. I was shocked beyond words at how great this all felt and shocked that I wasn't embarrassed. So, I threw the swimsuit toward shore, thinking that it would land on the sand so that I didn't have to carry it. As it was flying through the air, I realized I was going to have to retrieve it in order to get out of the water. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it landed right at the waters edge and began moving in and out with the gentle waves, but staying more or less in one place and not drifting away.

I returned to swimming and diving and enjoying my new freedom. When I dove, I know my butt must have been coming out of the water momentarily before I disappeared beneath the surface. I don't float easily because of my lean body. I always have to struggle to remain afloat. However, I clearly remember floating on my back and noticing momentary glimpses of my dick showing above the water as I struggle to stay up with the gentle waves washed over me. I was so enthralled with this new experience that I didn't even think to check if Sam was looking at me during these moments.

After about 10 minutes, I was getting chilled and so it was time to come out of the water. It was only then that I thought of what Sam might be thinking or if she had seen me and what she would say when I came out. I also wondered how I would retrieve my swimsuit. I waded in as far as I dared, but could not reach it. I sat on the sandy bottom with the water barely covering my dick and wondered what to do next. I called to Sam to see if she would come and would throw the swimsuit to me, but she gave no response. So, I stretched out on my stomach with my butt completely above the the surface of the water, lunged forward, grabbed the suit and pushed back into deeper water. I don't know if Sam saw any of this. I put the swimsuit on, walked out of the water and back to the towel.

Sam didn't say anything to me. I explained how the knot in the waistband string was extraordinarily tight and how I tried several times to untie it, but failed; how I had thought that the swimsuit was loose, but would still fit me; how I was obviously wrong about that. Again, there was no response from Sam. I didn't know if she pissed at me or still wasn't feeling well or was just dumbfounded and didn't know how to react.

What I didn't tell her was how wonderful it all felt, the sensation of water washing over my complete naked body; how alive I felt and how it all felt so natural.

As I dried off, the sun continued to feel wonderful on my body. I now wanted to go back into the water. That's the way I am at the beach; I lay down for awhile, then I go back in the water to cool off for awhile and I normally repeat this pattern several times during any beach session. I was feeling a bit daring; so I again asked Sam to swim and again she refused, but this time very firmly. I knew not to ask again.

I went in the water anyway; I had to try this again. I dove in, the swimsuit came off and without hesitation I just threw it toward the shore, hoping it would make it onto the sand. This would have forced her to throw it to me or I would have had to come out of the water naked to get it. Unfortunately, it didn't reach the sand even though I thought I threw it harder this time; it again made it only to the waters edge moving in and out with the waves.

As I swam around naked, I was surprised how unashamed I felt and how natural it felt. I had never skinny dipped before in my life - this was all new to me. I didn't care about how deep or shallow I was or whether the ebb and flow of the waves were exposing me or not. I didn't care if Sam was upset or not; it felt so natural. I remember one time looking back toward shore and seeing Sam up on her elbows looking out toward me. Actually, I didn't know if she was looking at me or if she was looking out into the distance - I didn't know if she was being curious or just scanning the horizon.

I got out of the water the same way as before, dried off for a while and then we left. We went to church late that afternoon and I didn't feel the least bit guilty about the day - perhaps because it was all unplanned or perhaps because it felt so natural - not sexual.

At supper that night, her uncle announced that there had been a report of somebody swimming nude at the beach. I didn't say a word and remained, I believe, expressionless. I didn't know if he had truly heard it from somebody which meant that a person or people would have seen me at the beach or if Sam had said something about it to her aunt and her aunt told her uncle.

My only regret of that day was that I didn't throw my swimsuit far enough to make it onto the sand. I didn't care if Sam saw me naked.

We never talked about that day and now I wish I had. I am still curious about what she was thinking.

This was my first time being naked outside - what would turn out to be the first of many. It was completely unplanned and may have something to do with why it took more than a year before something like this would happen to me again.