When I was sixteen one of my mates, Tony, suggested we go and take a look at the local nude beach. Not having seen a real live naked woman before http://thoun.com 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 concealed by trees. I was not comfortable with this and said we should go down onto the shore and sit in the group. Tony said that would be too bizarre so we stayed hidden for about twenty minutes, and I saw my first nude girl (and my fiftieth, all on the one day).
Walking home Tony asked, What do you believe makes folks want to go nude on a beach?
I said I wasnt sure, but there has to be something to it otherwise why would there be so many people on an out of the way beach. However, in the back of my mind was a idea that perhaps I would like to attempt, but would I possess the nerve.
The thought continued to grow and like most beginners I started sleeping nude when possible, and questioning round the house nude when the chance arose. This had me becoming more comfy bare, but the thought had grown to a desire to attempt the nude beach.
So, six weeks after my first visit I was back at the shore ascertained that I would be bare in the sunshine. I laid out my towel, took off my shirt and shorts, but couldn’t go any farther. I could not 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, just a couple of years older than me, laid out their towels next to me and moments later were naked. After a few minutes, one of the girls turned to me and said, This a nude beach only the perverts sit down here in their Speedos.
Im sorry, http://tetyk.com said. This really is a brand new experience for me and Im nervous about being nude.
Get over it, she said. There is probably a 120 dick on this particular shore, why would yours be special. If you’re not going to be naked you probably shouldnt be here.
Her pals 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 had been when she asked, Have you been down there with Tony perving on the nude girls again?
No, I was trying to find out what it is like being naked on the beach?
What? Were you down there naked? she asked.
No, I not could convince myself to lose my pants.
Well, perhaps we can try again tomorrow, she said.
Tomorrow morning you, and I, go to the beach and strive 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 around the path to the shore, as with each step the butterflies grew in my stomach. We climbed down onto the beach and took up position near the middle 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 folks, it suddenly appeared 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 unsure right now.
OK, we can lie here and talk.
Anna afterward laid face down and we chatted about all the things teenagers wander over, discussing who of our friends were likely to become couples, which couples were breaking up and our strategies for the remaining part of the summer holidays.
Anna subsequently asked me to reverse the ties of her bikini top and also the dialogue continued as it had before. Soon 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 onto the beach, and a real crowd was starting to form. There were also a considerable variety of yachts and motor boats taking up moorings in the bay. Some of these boats had only one man 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 nude.
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 grabbed 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 folks on the shore 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 was no argument Anna had her bikini bottom off in one movement and was afterward pulling at the side of my swimmers.
Its OK I can do this myself. So I did and for the first time, since I was two years old, 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 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 reasonable, but only really clear enough to see where stone and sand joined, we could not see any detail like fish and coral that would have been obvious with some equipment.
While swimming, I had hung our swimmers around my neck, so they didn’t inadvertently evaporate, and we always stayed in at least waist depth water. Anna appeared entirely at ease in the water, flitting her bottom every time she glided underwater. 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 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 comfortable? I mean, topless in front of all these individuals, I mumbled.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Simply asking, 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 outside and hair brush out of my beach bag?
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I needed to stand to get her stuff out and when I’d discovered the beverage bottle, I turned to find Anna slipping from her bikini and stretching out on her beach towel.
Are you really comfy? I mean, nude in front of all these folks, I said.
Yeah, why? Is it a problem?
No, not at all. Simply asking, thats all.
Well relax a bit, naked 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 which was not naked. What where my options I handed Anna her drink, sat down, slipped off my costume and promptly rolled onto my belly.
Anna giggled and I said Whats amusing Im naked arent I.
Yes, but Ive never seen anyone with this kind of white bum!
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 clothing around the home or across the pool.
So your family would be nudists then?
Yes, they are and so are you now!
And I’ve been ever since.