Your ol' nudist pal Jess here. Our story this time takes us to Florida, for my first foray onto a nude beach.
I had wanted to try a nude beach for years, but thought I'd need to go all the way to Miami, or to Gunnison in New Jersey, near NYC, to have the experience.
I was out in San Francisco the year before my Florida trip, but could not get my California friends to go with me to the well-known nude beach near the Golden Gate Bridge.
One day I heard about a good nude beach near Titusville, Florida. It is along what is called the National Seashore.
There are 13 beaches there. My information from my nudist friends up at the Avalon Resort in West Virginia was this: pay the beach entrance fee, then cruise on down to the last beach, which was a legal nude beach.
So I drive down there. It is a warm day in late-March. Little breezy, but sunny and warm. The sun was out a good bit, but it clouded over some, too.
I did not hesitate one minute after I got there. Parked my car. Put my chair under my arm, put my beach stuff in a huge bag, walked near the ocean, found a spot, and stripped. Put sun tan lotion on and laid-out, and caught some rays. It was great. Just as nice as I thought it would be. It was so peaceful out there, it felt wonderful. No one bothered me either, which to me was a pretty important thing.
For an average "textile," this would probably scare you, or better yet give you a tremendous rush, unless you were drunk, or high as a kite on something. A textile is what nudists call people who wear clothes.