at all times. http://modestperson.com thought of going nude in private, much less in public.
Then one day I came home from work very tired. I only needed 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–that’s obviously the one thing I always 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 exhausted to even notice that I hadn’t bothered to put anything on. I fell asleep in minutes.
When I woke up, I was somewhat surprised to see that I ‘d not only had I slept bare the whole night, but it was the very best night’s sleep I ever had. The next night, I wasn’t so exhausted–but I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to sleep naked. So I made a decision to try it on purpose this time.
I got into bed naked, and it felt very good. I slept well again that night, and in the morning I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I didn’t want to get up and get dressed. But of course I had to.
From there, it was a rather short time till I was generally bare when home alone, because it felt so good. I felt a little bit guilty for awhile because it went against everything I had been taught since childhood. But the comfort outweighed the remorse.
However, the thought of letting other women see me naked in public–much less men!– never crossed my mind. I still had some Jewish modesty. Being a Californian, from the greater LA area, I had heard of nude beaches. But I ‘d no urge to visit one.
Being a great Californian though, I did spend a great deal of free time on the shore in the summer–consistently wearing a bathing suit, obviously. And one day, while I was shifting out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I started to consider how great it felt to take it off. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to contemplate the prospect of skinnydipping.
One very hot Sunday in August, I made a courageous decision: I was going to find out if I had the nerve to overcome my straitlaced upbringing. I got into my car and drove south to San Diego, and parked at the cliff over Black’s Beach. For nearly 20 minutes, I sat in the vehicle, attempting to work up enough nerve to make the climb down to a place where I knew I’d see nude men and women. I nearly didn’t go. Jewish guilt was taking hold of me.
But as I started to turn the key to drive away, I couldn’t do it. I was determined the time I spent driving down there wasn’t going to be wasted. I’d come to see a nude beach, and I wasn’t going to leave without seeing it.
Slowly, I started to walk down the trail to the shore. Actually that is the sole way you can do it, but I was going slower than required. Eventually, I reached http://ournudism.com/young-nudist-photos.html , and could scarcely believe what I was seeing. There were lots of guys, many of them naked. There were women in all phases of dress and undress. There were families with young children.
I located an uncrowded spot 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 away and go running into the ocean. Part of me felt terrible for being in this kind of spot.
I closed my eyes, and believed, and thought some more. The idea of taking off my clothes in front of men–how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes off, and they’d no problem with letting men see them.
The ocean appeared increasingly more asking. The remorse weighed on me. Even if I stayed clothed, only being in this type of spot and seeing such sights was incorrect. For nearly an hour, I was lacerated. I went back and forth–and eventually, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyway, it could not 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.
Fast, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything off, 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 the sensation of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt terrific.
From that instant 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 go to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Festivals. But I am a Jewish nudist, and I really like it.