It did not happen here; it occurred at the ends of the earth.

I met a young man. Yes, I guess you could say that we had only just begun by then; he hadn’t even began wooing me. And somehow at a specific moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul about, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the sky.
Why don’t we take a dip? – he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what an excellent evening, the water is so war, it would be a sin to miss this opportunity. We could swim naked! Well why not, I presumed. The weather was truly exceptional, warm and all. And though the moon was beaming, the seashore was badly lit as the moon wasn’t complete. I shook off my slippers, then removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some distance and to the side.
So there we are, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the coast. I was leading again, and he was following me. I looked back to see him and though it was almost pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s response’, and it may sound absurd, but it made me feel happy!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nighttime several more times.
He then started trying to convince me to visit the seashore during day. He would say that we sorta learnt everything we could about night bathing and now it was a new challenge for us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because fuck in beach was really embarrassed by the thought of undressing in broad day, but I actually needed to go. Afterward I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the day all by myself to start with. I found a rocky beach with enormous rubbles that I could jump from one to another. And so I started leaping. When I went so far from the coastline to be sure no one sane would follow me here I halted and got naked. Stark naked.

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I actually don’t know why, but I was literary shaking then. The sense of being totally nude outside was intoxicating, and I tried not to think about the possibility of somebody else’s coming to where I was.
I had a book with me, so I located a larger and much more comfortable debris, lay on it and began reading and having some remainder in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shore, the coastline was merging into space, little yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing, and little by little I began to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. It was then that I remembered about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of folks to whom it was implied to pee in their own pants for a significant amount of money. Regardless the amount was truly remarkable, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same happened to me: I slid off the rubble, squatted and simply could not do it! And I really desired to After all, I really could go a bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably tenacious. So I put on my pants, then lowered them and allow the conditional reflexes take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at some distance. That was when I thought I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in my head with somebody equipped with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I collected my things and dressed up right away, and presently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I ventured another couple of sorties which were managed with far more composure. In the end I conceded to go to the seashore with the young man. It wasn’t half as frightening as I had imagined it to be, as http://atnudebeach.com was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was only once that we happened to meet various other folks there, but I never experienced such powerful emotions again.
My friendship with the young man in question ended up rather sadly, but I figure that is an entirely new story.

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