My first social nudity was an unplanned visit to Black's Beach in the late '80s. I flew into LAX from South Florida for a week of business. Because of the three hour time difference I wanted to have as much time as possible to get acclimated to the change. Therefore, I arrived in Southern California before noon on Saturday. My plan was to drive down to San Diego and see the sights, spend the night there, and return to LA Sunday afternoon.
On the drive south I stopped a few times to admire the California coastline, which is much different from the Florida coastline to which I was accustomed. Whereas the Florida beaches are flat and sandy, some California beaches offer cliffs and waves crashing on rocky outcroppings. By late afternoon I was approaching the San Diego area. I got off I-5 and found myself in La Jolla. On a local coast road I took a turnoff into a parking lot for a glider port high above the ocean. After getting out of the car and walking to the edge of the cliff I looked down to the beach below. It was quite a distance, but it looked like the people below were naked.
Like most non-nudists I was curious. A few times I had heard about nude California beaches, but never thought I would have the opportunity to visit one. I found and took a path that wound its way down to the wide sand beach. (I later found this to be the longer, but easier, access.) My heart was racing, not from the easy climb down, but from the eroticism of being at a nude beach.
I had never been shy about participating in non-sexual nudity; such as skinny-dipping, group showers and mandatory nude boys swimming classes in junior and senior high school. So removing my clothes and being naked with other people would not a traumatic event for me. I found a spot back by the cliffs and some distance from the nudists. Once I began removing my clothes the titillation unfortunately caused an unwanted erection. Even though I did not know about social nudism etiquette, I had noticed no sexual activity on the beach and thought it best to hide my arousal. I sat down and put my folded clothes on my lap. Surprisingly, within five minutes my penis became soft. Now I felt free to get up and walk nude along the beach. Because it was late in the day I could enjoy the wonderful sensations that accompany outdoor nudity for about an hour. That was all it took to get me hooked.