Last week I took advantage of the wonderful

summer-like weather and headed down to the Acadia Beach, the Spanish Banks side of Vancouver’s nude beach. While Spanish Banks is fabric, Acadia Beach is formally signed as clothing- milfs on the beach . I’d normally go some space along Acadia Beach to strip off, but it looked to me like I had the beach to myself so I took off my clothing just past the sign and sat down nude on a log to read my book.

About 20 minutes after, a young man and woman in their own late adolescents carrying a back pack came out of the beach trail within feet of where I was sitting. I’ve learned earlier from nude hiking that when you’re bare and encounter clothed men, the best plan of action is to act as if nudity is the most natural thing in the world (which it truly is!)

It appears they’d not been down to the nude beach before, and thought they were at the more well known Wreck Beach end.

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They had passed the “Seashore Ahead is Clothing Discretionary” indication and approached me to inquire where the nude beach began. I pointed out that I was bare if that was any help, and that statement of the “just apparent” resulted in .

They sat down on the log with me and asked me lots of questions about the shore, if it was actually legal to be naked outside on a public beach, how many individuals were likely to show up, did everyone go nude, etc.

I answered each of their questions and did not feel at all strange that I was sitting nude speaking with two clothed young persons I had never met before. As I say, they seemed nervous, but I really don’t believe it had much to do with my nudity.

They had, in fact, come down for the first time to enjoy the shore together and had expected to find a location off by themselves for their “first time”. The tide was quite a way outside and I suggested a spot maybe 200 feet down the shore, where they could have a patch of sand behind a log, and have access to the large sandbar jutting out in the water, without having to navigate too many sharp rocks, etc.

They set off with their back pack and I saw them stop where I suggested and wave back at me. They young man took off his shorts nearly instantly (leaving his t shirt on for some reason), while his girlfriend remained clothed for a little while. But soon after that, I saw the two of them walking hand in hand out on the sandbar, naked except for flip-flops and hats.

I like to think that by simply acting matter-of-factly about being nude when they approached me, not trying to cover up, etc., that I made them feel a little more comfortable about their first naturist experience together. And after all, isn’t that what got us all “hooked” in the first place? That first time naked outdoors?