When I was sixteen one of my partners, Tony, proposed we go and take a look in the local nude beach. Not having seen a real live naked woman before I quickly agreed and we set off.
When we got there we took up a position where we could see everyone on the seashore, but we were hidden by trees. I was not comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the beach and sit in the bunch. Tony said that would be too bizarre so we remained hidden for about twenty minutes, and I saw my first naked girl (and my fiftieth, all on the one day).
Walking home Tony asked, What do you really think makes people want to go bare on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, however there has to be something to it otherwise why would there be so many people on an out of the way shore. However, in the back of my mind was a notion that maybe I’d like to try, but would I possess the nerve.
The idea continued to grow and enjoy most beginners I began sleeping naked when you can do so, and questioning around the house nude when the chance arose. This had me becoming more comfy naked, but the idea had grown to a desire to try the nude beach.
Thus, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the seashore ascertained that I ‘d be nude in the sunshine. I laid out my towel, took off my shirt and short pants, but could not go any further. 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 progressed, when three girls, only a few years older than me, laid out their towels next to me and minutes later were naked. After a couple of minutes, one of the girls turned to http://thoun.com and said, This a nude beach just the perverts sit down here in their Speedos.
Im sorry, I said. This is really a brand new experience for me and Im nervous about being nude.
Get over it, she said. There is probably a 120 manhood on this particular seashore, why would yours be unique. If you are not going to be naked you probably shouldnt be here.
Her buddies where nodding in approval, so I got up and went for a swim hopeful of finding guts to drop my swimmers. It didnt come I packed up my stuff and headed home.
After that afternoon my girlfriend, Anna, asked me where I was during the day. I told her roughly where I had been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the nude girls again?
No, I was looking for out what it’s like being nude on the beach?
What? Were you down there bare? she inquired.
No, I not could convince myself to drop my trousers.
Well, perhaps we can try again tomorrow, she said.
Tomorrow morning you, and I, go to the beach and try for an all over tan. Perhaps if you have some support you’ll be a courageous lad.
So the next morning the two of us walked round the pathway to the shore, as with each measure the butterflies grew in my belly. We climbed down onto the beach and took up position near the center at 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 people, it suddenly appeared very crowded. 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 http://wnude.com/nudist-teens.html ? she said.
Im going wait awhile, Im somewhat uncertain at the moment.
OK, we can lie here and speak.
Anna afterward laid face down and we chatted about all of the things adolescents roam over, discussing who of our buddies were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our strategies for the rest of the summer holidays.
Anna then asked me to reverse the ties of her bikini top and also the conversation continued as it had before. Shortly after she lifted onto her elbows revealing the profile of a lightly tanned breast, although the tan lines of her bikini stood in comparison.
We continued talking and people continued to file on the beach, and a real crowd was beginning to form. There were also a considerable number of yachts and motor boats taking up moorings in the bay. Some of these boats had just one guy on board, while others had entire 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 leapt 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 had no alternative and we were soon up to our belly buttons in the water.
Peter, have you discovered we are the sole two folks on the beach wearing costumes? she said.
Why dont we take them off in the water and swim about for some time and see how we feel?
There clearly was no argument Anna had her bikini bottom off in a single motion and was then pulling at the side of my swimmers.
Its OK I may do this myself. So I did and for the first time, since I was two years of age, I was naked in public.
We frolicked in the water, pushing each other under, hanging off the anchor lines of the moored boats, and diving for the underside. 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 sensible, but only really clear enough to see where rock and sand joined, we could not see any detail like fish and coral that would have been obvious 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 completely at ease in the water, flitting her bottom every time she glided submerged. I was not that comfortable, but the veil of water provided some security. Finally we decided 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 bottoms 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 merely dropped down on her towel, rung the water from her long blonde hair, and laid back.
Are you comfortable? I mean, topless in front of all these people, I mumbled.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Simply inquiring, thats all.
Well relax a little, topless on a nude beach is no huge deal. Its not like keeping your swimmers on would be.
Im not comfortable out of the water. Not merely 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 inquired.
I needed to stand to get her things out and when I had discovered the drink bottle, I turned to discover Anna stealing out of her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you comfortable? I mean, bare in front of all these people, I said.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Merely inquiring, thats all.
Well relax a bit, nude on a nude beach is no big 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 sole man on the beach that wasn’t bare. What where my options I given Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and immediately rolled onto my belly.
Anna giggled and I said Whats amusing Im nude arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with such a white bottom!
Then I detected the area that had been covered by Annas bikini bottom was the same light tan as her breasts, and also 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’re and so are you now!
And I’ve been ever since.