When I was sixteen one of my partners, Tony, proposed we go and take a look in the neighborhood nude beach. Not having seen a real live naked woman before I immediately agreed and we set off.
When we got there we took up a position where we could see everyone on the beach, but we were hidden by trees. I wasn’t comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the shore and sit in the bunch. Tony said that would be too bizarre so we stayed hidden for about twenty minutes, and I saw my first nude woman (and my fiftieth, all on the one day).
Walking home Tony inquired, What do you think makes folks wish to go nude on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, however there has to be something to it otherwise why would there be so many folks on an out of the way beach. Yet, in the back of my mind was a idea that maybe I’d like to attempt, but would I have the nerve.
The idea continued to grow and like most novices I began sleeping naked when you can do so, and wondering around the house nude when the chance arose. This had me becoming more comfortable nude, but the idea had grown to a urge to try the nude beach.
Thus, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the beach ascertained that I would be naked in the sunshine. I laid out my towel, took off my shirt and short pants, but couldn’t go any farther. I CAn’t tell myself to take off my Speedos so I sat there hoping for inspiration.
Over an hour after I still hadn’t advanced, when three girls, only several years older than me, laid out their towels next to me and minutes later were nude. After a couple of minutes, among the girls turned to me and said, This a nude beach just the perverts sit down here in their Speedos.
Im sorry, I said. This is really a new experience for me and Im nervous about being nude.
Get over it, she said. There’s likely a 120 manhood on this shore, why would yours be particular. If you are not definitely going to be bare you probably shouldnt be here.
Her buddies where nodding in approval, so I got up and went for a swim hopeful of finding courage to drop my swimmers. It didnt come I packed up my stuff and headed home.
Later that afternoon my girlfriend, Anna, asked me where I had been during the day. I told her about where I ‘d been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the naked girls again?
No, I was trying to find out what it is like being nude on the beach?
What? Were you down there nude? she asked.
No, I not could convince myself to lose my trousers.
Well, maybe we can try again tomorrow, she said.
Tomorrow morning you, and I, proceed to the shore and try for an all over tan. Perhaps when you have some support you’ll be a brave lad.
So the next morning the two of us walked around the path to the shore, as with every measure the butterflies grew in my stomach.
We climbed down onto the beach and took up position close to the middle in the high tide mark.
The beach is small by any standards at about 40 metres long, and five metres of sand at high tide. With the 20 or so nude folks, it suddenly seemed very packed. We laid out our towels and dressed down until I was in my swimming costume and Anna in her pink bikini.
Are you really going to take those away? she said.
Im going wait awhile, Im a bit uncertain at the moment.
OK, we can lie here and discuss.
Anna afterward laid face down and we chatted about all the things teens wander around, discussing who of our friends were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our plans for the rest of the summer holidays.
Anna afterward asked me to undo the ties of her bikini top as well as the dialogue continued as it had before. Shortly after she lifted onto http://macdotool.com showing the profile of a lightly tanned breast, although the tan lines of her bikini stood in comparison.
We continued talking and individuals continued to file on the seashore, plus a real crowd was starting to form. There were also a large variety of yachts and motor boats taking up moorings in the bay. Some of these boats had only one guy on board, while others had whole families on board, including some with children the same age as Anna and I. The common theme was that nearly all on board were naked.
Anna suggested a swim and jumped to her feet leaving her bikini top lying on the towel. I must have revealed my surprise, as she caught my hand and said, Come on slow poke, get into the water. I really had no alternative and we were soon up to our belly buttons in the water.
Peter, have you discovered we’re the sole two people on the shore wearing costumes? she said.
Why dont we take them off in the water and swim about for a while and see how we feel?
There clearly was no argument Anna had her bikini bottom off in a single motion and was afterward pulling at the side of my swimmers.
Its OK I can do this myself. So I did and for the very first time, since I was two years of age, I was nude in public.
We frolicked in the water, pushing each other under, hanging off the anchor lines of the moored boats, and diving for the bottom. The water was cool, as it always is in the weeks before Christmas but the heat of the day more than made up for the little chill getting in. Visibility under water, without mask and snorkel, was reasonable, however only really clear enough to see where http://kazyz.com and sand joined, we couldn’t see any detail for example fish and coral that will have been evident with some gear.
While swimming, I’d hung our swimmers around my neck, so they didn’t accidentally vanish, and we always remained in at least waist depth water. Anna seemed entirely at ease in the water, flitting her bottom each time she glided underwater. I was not that comfortable, but the veil of water supplied some security. Finally we determined it was time to get out. I slipped my swimmers back on to leave the water and Anna gave me a look of pained despair, but she put her undersides back on and we went and laid back on our towels.
I towelled off, and re laid my towel to lie in the sun. Anna just dropped down on her towel, rung the water from her long blonde hair, and laid back.
Are you really comfy? I mean, topless in front of all these folks, I mumbled.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Merely inquiring, thats all.
Well relax a bit, topless on a nude beach is no big deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Im not comfortable out of the water. Not just yet.
Dont worry about it, Im just ribbing you. Can you get my water bottle out and hair brush out of my beach tote? she asked.
I had to stand to get her things out and when I had discovered the beverage bottle, I turned to find Anna slipping out of her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you comfortable? I mean, nude in front of all these folks, I said.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Just asking, thats all.
Well relax a little, naked on a nude beach is no huge deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Im getting the point, I said
I looked up, I looked down, I looked all around, and I was the only individual on the shore that was not bare. What where my choices I handed Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and instantly rolled onto my belly.
Anna giggled and I said Whats funny Im nude arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with this kind of white bum!
Then I detected the region that had been covered by Annas bikini bottom was the same light tan as her breasts, as well as the penny finally dropped.
Youve been here before havent you!
Yes, with Mum, Dad and my sister many times, but I wouldnt come here on my own.
So you have an all over tan?
Yeh we tend to not worry much about clothes round the home or around the pool.
So that your family would be nudists then?
Yes, they are and so are you now!
And I’ve been ever since.