at all times. I never thought of going nude in private, much less in public.
Then one day I came home from work very tired. I just needed to put on my nightie and get into bed. But it turned out to be a hot summer day and evening, and I was sweaty, so I showered first–that’s obviously the one thing I consistently did nude, though I never gave that any thought.
I wasn’t sweaty anymore, but I was exhausted. I just fell 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 had not only had I slept bare the whole night, but it absolutely was the very best night’s sleep I ever had. The next night, I wasn’t so tired–but I could not quit thinking about how great it felt to sleep naked. So I chose to attempt it on purpose this time.
I got into bed naked, also it felt really great. But of course I had to.
From there, it was a relatively short time till I was normally naked 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 relaxation outweighed the guilt.
But, the thought of letting other girls see me naked in public–much less men!– never crossed my head. I still had some Jewish modesty. Being a Californian, from the greater LA area, I’d heard of nude beaches. But I had no desire to see one.
Fully being a great Californian though, I did spend a great deal of spare time on the beach in the summer–consistently wearing a bathing suit, naturally. And one day, while I was changing out of my wet and sandy bathing suit, I started to think about how great it felt to take it off. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to ponder the prospect of skinnydipping.
One really hot Sunday in August, I made a courageous choice: I was going to find out if I had the nerve to overcome my straitlaced upbringing. I nearly did not go.
But as I began to turn the key to drive away, I could not do it. I was ascertained the time I spent driving down there wasn’t going to be wasted. I’d come to see a nude beach, and I was not going to leave without seeing it.
Slowly, I began to walk down the trail to the beach. Actually that’s the only way you can do it, but I was going slower than needed. Eventually, I reached the base, and might barely believe what I was seeing. There were lots of guys, most of them naked. There were women in all phases of dress and undress. There were families with young kids.
I located an uncrowded area and put my towel down, and sat down on it, having no idea what I was 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 such a location.
I closed my eyes, and thought, and thought some more. The thought of taking off my clothes in front of guys–how could a nice Jewish girl do that? But there were other girls there , and they took their clothes off, and they’d no issue with letting guys see them.
The ocean looked increasingly more inviting. The remorse weighed on me. Even if I remained clothed, just 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.
Immediately, 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 fantastic. I was skinnydipping in public, in mixed company, and enjoying it thoroughly. I came out of the ocean, and the sensation of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt fantastic.
From that instant on, I was a new individual. I’m still a traditonal Jew. I eat only kosher food, and I do not drive on the Sabbath. I still proceed to the synagogue on Sabbaths and Holidays. But I’m a Jewish nudist, and I really like it.