My First Nude Beach

My First Nudist Experience

I was a bit older when I decided to try public nudism out. I was about 24 and on my first business trip when this occurred. I was attending a convention that was held in Anaheim, CAI stayed right across from The Happiest Place on Earth! I neglected to rent a car, and the only restaurant within walking distance was Garcias Mexican restaurant. Garcias was nice, but not for three-squares over five days. I finally broke down and rented an aluminum death trap for a day.

I drove south to San Onofre Beach. This was the early, early days of the internet (probably early nineties), but I was able to decipher how to get there, and where to go once I was there. The nude area used to be on the south end of the beach. I parked and walked down a storm drain to the beach. I walked south until I started to see nude sunbathers. I walked a bit further and came upon a fence demarking Camp Pendleton, the military base that abuts the beach.

At this time, I still had some of the Victorian shyness (read a LOT of Victorian shyness about nudity) that my parents beat into me, so I wasnt very comfortable taking of my clothes in front of strangers just yet. To ease my way into it, I walked just past the fence marking the military base border. I found a log that was laying perpendicular to the coast and set up my camp just down beach of the public area. I quickly stripped off my clothes and lay on my towel to get used to being naked outside.

I was still getting used to the enjoyable feeling of the breeze on my naked skin when I noticed a team of armed men dressed in green uniforms rushing at me!!! My first thought was they were military police and were heading my way to arrest me!! My mind went crazy trying to figure out my situation!! That would be my luckthe very first time I tried public nudism I would be arrested for trespassing on government property. What would I tell my new wife?! What would my mom think?! The thought running through my head mortified me. Fortunately, I was naked so when I peed myself, it just went onto the sand!!

I was trying to quickly, but without drawing further attention, gather my stuff. I was hoping that I could talk my way out of any trespassing charges, etc. I was almost in tears I was so scared!! My luck soon changed as the uniformed men didnt even give me the time of day. They rushed passed me and into a canyon just down the beach and behind me. I was a little shaken when a group of fully clothed, and armed, men rushed past me, but I didnt want to look a gift horse in the mouth and immediately moved to the public beach.

I continued to gather my stuff and quickly walk up the beach to the public area. I must have been white with fright because people just got out of my way and let me get settled. By the time I was settled in my new spot, I was lying on my towel, still stark naked, and totally relaxed having just escaped a total, life changing disaster. I even started to enjoy the breeze on my body and the freedom of allowing myself to be naked in front of other people. Once my heart rate returned to normal, as well as my skin color, I actually had a great day! I met some fun people and even went to dinner with some of them after a fun day on the beach.

It turns out the uniformed men were border patrol agents and were chasing after a group of people who tried to flee into the canyon. Unnoticed by me, a group of people had jumped from a boat, swum to shore and were making their way into the states. The agents were chasing after them and didnt give me a seconds notice.

I have a laugh whenever I think about my experience. Today, I wouldnt have waited until I was in the less populated area to strip naked. In fact, I would probably have dropped my shorts as soon as legally permissible. However, when I think how self-conscious I was then, I have a giggle. To think I would be arrested and processed naked would still scare me, but not like it did that day.

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