The shores in the sun. The feeling of the atmosphere on my body along with the coolness of the clear clean salt waters of the carabean ocean were beyond words. to walk in the most natural and free way possible, like it was supposed to be be. With no soul to attention. their were hundreds others around
but they also were swimming carefree in this amazing area, watching schools of fish swim by, and talking to each other like they were best friends. Others were outside walking on nude beach pictures of the shore. We were talking and unashamed, floating and swimming easily in the lovely blue waters of the bay, the sun warming us with its extreme life giving rays from above. Gone were the issues I have had in the past using a swimsuit filling up with air and sand and binding in the worst potential of manners. It was wonderful not to need to sit in a soggy swimsuit for a change. Walking down the shore couldn’t have been simpler because even though we all seemed a little different, we were all really the same, without any racial, social or sexual barriers to beat.
My wife on the other hand was a bit uneasy to say the least. Inside my heart I know she would have loved it if she would have tried it, but there were too many dilemmas for her to conquer before she could justify discarding her body armor. In case you enjoy you could blame it on age, you could attribute it on her self image. You could say it is the taboos someone has drilled into her head for a long time, that the body is poor, and seeing it is a sin,or something. ( I actually don’t actually know anywhere that this is backed up by facts!)
You could say she is a little set in her manners or a little hard headed. You could say she just believed nude was coarse and lewd, and consistently sexual in content. I figure I’m blessed to join the 10% or so who may be a little more amenable to these not so new thoughts.
The Natural One