What's in a Name?

During this early part of my life (hey, I'm 62 now) and exploration of naked adventures, I did not know there were terms such as "nudism", "nude recreation" or "naturism" ... in fact, I don't think I classified myself in any manner or a part of any kind of group other than a very horny young man who liked to be naked whenever possible. I think that is why my naked adventures crossed over into the sexual aspect of my life and the lines were blurred. I mean, I was so horny, that even after ejaculating from either masturbation or from Karen's play, I did not lose my erection and could stay erect for a very long time ... hours if our play went that long. So yes, I think I was even abnormal in my level of horniness compared to my peers. And yes, from living on the lake, I knew all about skinny dipping, and what that term implied ... but even that, in my mind, was a kind of "naughty" activity conducted by horny teenagers and adults. Sometime during that spring, Karen and I had driven down to San Diego to get away from campus for a weekend, and discovered La Jolla. La Jolla was a magical place for both of us, but especially for Karen since she had grown up in a desert community, and the sea and surrounding landscape around La Jolla was so green and vibrant with life. We loved visiting the cove, and especially walking along La Jolla Park, seeing the sun set on the water, and eating Italian ice cream from a nearby shop. One day, we decided to visit the Scripps Institute, and were thrilled to see all of the displays of local sea life, and marveled at the outside tide pool, made possible by actually pumping fresh sea water from the ocean up more than 75 feet elevation to where the tide pool was located at. We saw that the institute had a pier going out into the water, and went down to the beach to see it. We walked beyond that pier, and seeing a point in the distance to the north, decided to walk over and see what was beyond it. It was a long walk, but we chatted as lovers do about all kinds of things, and we were at the point before we knew it. The tide was high enough that we ended up having to waded through the gentle surf to get by, as we had already removed our shoes once we hit the sand of the beach earlier. BTW, do you know how to recognize a tourist in California? Only tourist wear their shoes in the sand at the beach. ANYWAY ... we got around the point, and I was absolutely thrilled to see this "Mushroom" house sitting on a concrete pedestal, right smack on the beach against the cliff side, protected from the waves by a high concrete wall with an iron gate. Why was I thrilled? I took architectural drawing as a senior in high school, and my mother, having remarried, my step father was a well known architect and engineer ... and here sitting before me was an architectural and engineering wonder. It also had a tram set up where a small car could travel the lengths of a track up the cliff to what I assumed to be either a parking area or another private house. I found out much later that it did lead up to another more conventional private house. But while I marveled at this incredible, and VERY unique one-of-a-kind house, something else had caught Karen's attention. A naked man. When I noticed that she was checking out this naked man and not even listening to me and what I was telling her about this house, I saw that the guy was smiling having noticed the attention Karen was giving him, and he even had the beginnings of an erection ... about half mast at this point. I mean, Karen had a wide open mouth that showed her astonishment, shock and yes, intense curiosity. It was plain on her face. I was not jealous. Hey, I was a nationally ranked swimmer with a killer body, and this guy could not even compete against me in physical attraction, but rather, it was the novelty of Karen seeing her second naked man EVER in her life that had grabbed her attention. But then we noticed that there were other naked people on the beach much farther to the north than where we were presently at, and figured that this must be a special place, a nude beach like I had heard they had in Europe. I suppose we could have stayed and dropped our clothes and joined in, but it was actually past dinner time, and we were both getting hungry, and we decided to leave and eat a nice dinner before we slept over at a hotel I had made reservations at. Yes, on that fateful day, Karen and I had accidentally stumbled upon the infamous Black's Beach.