My first time was on St. Osyth beach, Essex.
The village of St. Osyth has a priory, which used to be used as a convalescent home.
My mother was recovering there after a major operation, and I visited her there a few times in the fortnight she was there.
A few years later, I was having my 2 weeks holiday (at home), and I was wondering 'what shall I do today?'
I remembered St. Osyth as a quiet, quite nice village, so I went there for the day.
After a couple of hours looking around the village, I decided to head for the beach.
I parked at the beach entrance, and started to walk to the right along the beach.
I could just as easily have gone left along the beach, and would never have found the naturist beach, but fate took a hand that day.
After a while, I saw a naked man a little way ahead, rubbed my eyes and thought I must be mistaken.
But no, I started to notice other naked people, and that's when I realised that I was on a naturist beach.
At this point, I could have acted like a News of the World reporter and 'made my excuses and left' but instead I thought, 'well, this looks like fun!' so I disrobed and joined in.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Nice storey, good to be spontaneous, as you say fate took a hand, but you obviously have the naturist gene!
'Naturist gene'? Hmmm. well I guess I must have, as I didn't have to think twice about 'baring all' that first time. I didn't feel the slightest bit nervous or self-conscious, it just felt natural to me.
I had heard of naturism before then, but hadn't looked into it, so I'm glad I stumbled across the beach that day.
There must be something a bit different in our make-up that makes use happier to be naked, while some of the rest will never be seen naked. I new a naturist once who had had 2 kids with his ex-wife but never seen her naked! He was sat naked with his current partener while he was telling us this!