HI, my name is Jennifer and I would like to tell you about how I discovered one of the most amazing things ever. This is how I discovered that nude beaches are just incredibly sexy and that it is the most teasing experience that you can possibly have, if you are a girl that is. It all started about three years ago when two of my girlfriends and I took our first vacation together. We were still in college and we decided to treat ourselves to something really special, so we booked a flight to the French Riviera, decided to spend some good times there until the money lasts. One of my friends, Beth, she even knew a bit of French, so we were okay.
Our hotel was almost on the beach and we spend most of the day on that beach for the first few days. We were having the time of our lives, sunbathing, having fun in the water and going out in the evenings. And then, one day, two guys that we met last night on town approached us and we started talking again. They were these insanely cute local guys, with perfect bodies, charming as hell and did I say they were cute? We were talking for hours on the beach and then we asked them if it’s true that there are beaches for nudists in the area because we heard something about it in the first few days. They said that it was true and that they sometimes go there. And then, for some reason, god knows what it was, we asked them if they could take us. They told us that they would meet us tomorrow on ‘our’ beach with their boat because you couldn’t get there by land.
Tomorrow, the three of us were waiting for the guys, all three still in our bikinis. We weren’t risking it or anything. They picked us up when we agreed and they brought another friend of theirs, equally cute if not even cuter. They were also in shorts. We took a boat ride of perhaps 15 minutes. As it turned out this nudist beach was just around the corner. We couldn’t believe our eyes how beautiful it was. It was a bit secluded, with no more than twenty people there. Just the prettiest little beach you could imagine. As we were getting closer, I saw that everyone on the beach was fully nude. There were a few couples, a few families and so on.
When we got off the boat, the guys stripped immediately like it was nothing. We couldn’t believe it. It was like they didn’t mind at all that they were naked. And to tell you the truth, we didn’t at all. This was enough to rank among our best days ever, cute French guys naked like the day they were born. We, however, were not that ready to get naked at once. My friends took of their tops and after a while, we said what the hell and took it all off. We could see that the guys were trying really hard to stay cool, but you could feel that they got 10 times as interested.
The funny thing is that we kept on talking as if everything was the same as it was on ‘our beach’, but you could feel the sex hanging in the air. No one was talking about it and it made everything even hotter. I could feel the blood inside me boiling and I knew that everyone felt the same way. It was obvious that everyone wanted the same thing, but we all agreed, without saying anything, to keep it bottled inside. At a few moments, I felt like I was going to have the biggest orgasm ever without any touches or anything. It was just incredible. And the feel of the sun and the water on my naked body… When I think about it now I feel all funny, let alone then.
It was the sexiest day I have ever had, and there was no sex involved. Only being at the beach nude can do that.
I have been a shy guy my entire life. I can remember my preschool when I was the shiest kid in the class. It has always been hard for me to make friends and while that was not always the greatest thing ever, I actually think that this was not half bad because it made me better friends with those few people I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things weren’t doing great. And growing up as a gay kid in 90s Detroit, that wasn’t great either. You might say that the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and finding that someone.
And with college and with a new job and new responsibilities, my love life has been on a backburner in the last ten years or so. No, really. I did not have a single relationship that lasted longer than a month in the last 10 years. That is, until this last year when I met Kyle. Now, for some other people, a sentence like the previous one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “just meeting” someone is not something that happens more than once in a lifetime.
I was not sure what to think of Kyle at first. He was hot (still is), of that there was no doubt. But he was one of those guys that were never too serious and that never took anything seriously. This is something that you can be okay with when you are 21, 22, but as a guy in his early 30s, I was not looking for something like that. And then, just when I thought that he was a total waste of time, I realized that this was his choice. He was not just “like that”. He liked being free and being spontaneous, but not in that annoying way where he would depend on everyone around him just to get by. He was a great professional and a successful person, dependable to a fault, but always a bit absent-minded and always with that sprinkle of unexpected to him.
We barely kissed twice before he asked me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he wanted me to go there with him. We only spoke for about 3 hours all in all before that. I had not seen him naked. We barely kissed. And he was inviting me to go to Europe with him. I decided to be spontaneous for once in my life and I went with him. (In the back of my head thinking that I can always fly back if this turns out to suck.)
He did his thing, his little gig or whatever (he is a photographer) and that was that. In one day. We had an entire two-week vacation in the south of France just for one day of his work. I loved it. I felt so glamorous. And we took things really slowly, we didn’t rush anywhere. For example, this photo that you can see of Kyle all naked in front of a huge cruiser; this was the first time I saw him naked. We saw the people from the cruiser and we overheard them talking and he wanted to screw with them so he got naked as they were checking out this big statue that was behind me as I was taking the photo. He knew they had to see him and he wanted to screw with them. I was also nude as I was taking his photo.
Later that day, we laughed about how we first saw each other naked in that way. We made love later that day. It was incredible. We are still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this photo.
Though I’ve considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I’m 41) I actually started down the path to being a nudist right before I entered my early teens.How I learned of nudism I don’t recall. Since I was raised in an extremely conservative family I do remember that my parents opinion of it wasn’t positive. So I’m pretty sure doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she had been a stay at home mom while my dad went to work everyday. With my mother working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I started by being nude inside the home while they were gone to work. Usually I would just do stuff anyone might do but I would do it nude. One time I saw some sunshine coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside nude.
At this point I should describe my neighborhood. It was an older blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they built the neighborhood they didn’t include an alley. At the far back there were two very old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story later), some trees, and a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the homes in the back. On either side of the back yard were other homes with just a wire fence separating the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on either side. They had fences, trees, and structures that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be seen. The front yard was average sized with a driveway and no fencing or privacy for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another neighborhood street. My first experiences going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I assumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I decided to find more ways to be nude outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a way to be nude when my parents were home.
I decided to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it would be my “club house”. Of course since I didn’t have a club I guess that didn’t matter. It would have simply seemed to them like another one of those crazy ideas I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I suspect had actually been a rather good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good shape structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of dirt and junk had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to use the word loosely) it was time to make it private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a large open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was larger, gave additional protection from the view of the neighbors. I don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while nude.
But none of this was enough for me. So I decided to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started climbing out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the house with a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while nude. But since it was dark no one could see me from the street. The only risk was if my parents decided to check on me and noticed I wasn’t in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further into the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this wasn’t the biggest risk I took. At this time I also stopped using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door nude, in broad daylight, and around the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I would climb over the fence just for the experience. Anything to enhance the sensation of being nude. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was risky as well.
Now comes the really foolish part of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the trash out while nude. Maybe I was naпve and thought I could simply get away with this since I seemed to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk of getting caught. Remember there wasn’t an alley so garbage pick up occurred in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the street carrying a bag of trash. And wouldn’t you know it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t know) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a moment. I turned and walked back in the house scared I was going get in big trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the next day or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
Later that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a friend I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they often did when the weather was nice. But when I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned that the kids had told their parents who had called the police. The police had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a “flasher”. But when they spoke to the kids that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t talk and the cops agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go thinking I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were very conservative and didn’t approve of nudism. They just couldn’t understand why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outside nudist teen adventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterwards I would still occasionally be nude inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house nude. Then about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my faith and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist philosophy and body acceptance. While my wife became a household nudist I accepted social naturism as being a big part of my life.
Today whenever the temperature permits I’m nude at home. I’ve written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites as well as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I’m a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I’m participating in social nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no problem with my naturism.
I’d gone over and stayed back from the shore getting up enough nerve to go over to the shore. Eventually decided it was something I ‘d desired to do, so walked on down, found a place and took off my swimsuit. The following measure was to get up and go play in the water that I did.
Another time was at a warm springtime and there was another man there sitting in a seat nude. After sitting in the springtime for awhile, I got out as well as enjoyed the sunshine nude additionally. At first when other folks came, I’d place the towel over me, but after observing him, I had the guts to remain uncovered with the the next couple of folks that came. When the top slide a little to reveal one breast and so she casually pulled it upward again. It seemed like she needed to join in, or at least go topless, but simply could never move ahead with it.
She’s not into nudism and so occasionally when we’re alone someone and I ‘ve gone naked, she isn’t really approving. But it’s early in the year and I was longing to get some naked time in the sun, so simply walked right outside and put on the lounge chair. With the solitude wall at this spot, I was expecting she wouldn’t say anything or be upset. She joined me in her bikini and seemed comfortable with me laying out nude. Later on she took her top off which was somewhat astonishing. After she eased her bottoms away and joined me nude. Even more astonishing was the next day when we were going outside to catch some sunshine. She did not even trouble to set her bikini on, but simply went straight out nude. Looking forward to the summer with her to see how much she’s willing to really go.
One last time to connect was when I was at a little resevoir and was putting on a inflatable mat floating on the water. I ‘d on some swimwear that had some clasps, so I released the clasps and loved floating on the mat naked. There were boats going by and some others on the shore, but it felt so fine. I’ve done this again after I got past the initial first time.
I never believed I ‘ll have the ability to go naked on a beach Before I begin writing anything else and before I discuss with you my story of my first nude beach encounter, I believe that I must say several things about the girlfriends I went with. These are my three best girlfriends that I’ve understood for a long time, ever since we began first grade. We stayed great girlfriends all these years and every year (when we can manage it), we go for a holiday down to Mexico and check out a fresh location each year. It’s been our little tradition for a few years now and we’ve had some wild times south of the boundary. Nevertheless, this last year was actually something else. It was the very first time we went to a nudist beach and I only need to discuss our experience.
We initially believed that it’d only be another one of our excursions, all four of us were actually psyched to go and we actually wanted the holiday. Also, we chose to go someplace where we could actually kick back and relax without needing to party all night long. We determined on a location called Riviera Maya that’s just south of Cancun, but in addition merely south enough to avoid all of the crowds that harass Cancun. When we got there, it absolutely was like heaven. Well, it was one of these areas. I really could recommend it to practically everyone.
And for a day or two, everything was going as planned. We were relaxing on the shores entire day long, went out for several drinks in the evenings and we were, if we’re fair, being a dull group. Actually, it was becoming a bit too dull. I mean we were still in our 20ies and however exhausted you get over the course of the year, you do need some pleasure when you go on a holiday. That’s when one of my girlfriends, Tyra, said that there’s a shore where nudists go, something of a combined shore at which it is possible to go either clothed or in the nude. This was something we never attempted before and we determined that it will be a great way to spice things up a bit. We also expected that there would be some men there that we could take a look at in the nude. The very first thing that we noticed when we got to the shore is that everyone was in their swimming suits, guys, girls, everyone. As it turned out, this wasn’t true. The nudist section of the shore was a bit down the shore and we soon began seeing a growing number of folks enjoying their day in the seashore in the nude. There were ladies in topless, girls which were completely bare and even a few extremely hot men all naked and showing off.
Then it hit us we were extremely self-conscious. I made the decision to give topless a go as well as the image which I sent you is only that. Tyra in the middle, all naked and without a care in the world.
The independence is intoxicating as well as the sun feels so fantastic on the nude skin.
Life would be an extremely dull and quite a unhappy place if not for best friends. All of us have them and we can’t imagine our lives without them. For me, it’s these two girls, Amanda and Lucy. We spent some wonderful times together and we carried each other through some really difficult times too. Well, these have consistently been Lucy and Amanda for me.
Also , they are completely distinct. Lucy is more like me, timid and demure, almost introverted while Amanda is the different side of the coin. She’s mad, she’s daring and she’s constantly trying to find new approaches to create me and Lucy feel uneasy. I really could spend days listing all of the encounters she’s put us through over the years but that’s not the purpose of the narrative. The purpose of the narrative would be to let you know about my first nudist experience. Our first nudist experience and about the very first time that I understood that I find my best friends appealing in a sense that’s somewhat more than merely friendly.
Needless to say, it was Amanda that proposed we should test out seeing a nudist beach on our next excursion to Europe. Me and Lucy declined before she could stop the sentence but that’s when Amanda used one of her greatest weapons, her powers of persuasion that wouldn’t be set to squander in CIA Or another government agency. This girl could get a drowning man to get a bottle of plain water. Actually.
It was this wonderful section of the French Riviera and it was so secluded that you just can hardly locate it by injury unless you understood precisely where you were going. It was likewise a large camp with hundreds of individuals, couples, families, mainly young families with small children. Needless to say, there were also several groups like us, largely a bit older than us and mainly girls too. I believe there’s some sort of a policy about single men coming in, either alone or in groups.
And astonishingly enough, being nude came extremely natural to all three of us. Even Lucy, the most self-conscious of us had not a problem getting undressed and sunbathing totally naked before all those folks. I adored it. It was the very best feeling of my entire life. And then there’s the substitution from cold of the ocean to the heat of the sun. In general, it’s exciting and extremely sexual. Which is something I didn’t anticipate.
Something else that I didn’t anticipate in the least was that I’d find myself looking at my two buddies and thinking about kissing them and touching them. They still had tan lines as well as their bodies seemed so perfect and so natural all nude and in nature. I only needed to let off steam and I’m hoping to god that they WOn’t read this text. I am hoping that they don’t and yet I am hoping that they do. I have no idea. It’s all quite perplexing.