A Nudist State Of Mind
Nudist Women & Teens: What Are They Thinking?
SUMMER IN THE CITY. NEW YORK "WELCOMES" TOPLESS SUNBATHING
Let’s pretend for the moment that you’re my type. What signals am I’m trying to send you, as I lie naked on the beach? What do I want you to feel? Do I want to make you horny? Or just appreciative of how I look? Do I want you to look at my breasts with longing or just admiration? How will I read your reactions? Will I notice? Am I even paying attention to you?
The answer is yes to all of the above. I don’t pretend to speak for all girls or women, but I suspect all of us want the admiration and want to be desired, even if we’re just striving for an all-over tan.
When our bodies start to ripen during puberty, we’re often shocked or startled, even though we knew it was coming (well, most of us). And we’re often embarrassed. As our breasts begin to bud, we worry over to what extent they’ll form, their coming shape and size, and we’re never fully happy with them, even if you think they’re perfect.
When we’re young, our breasts sit so high and firm, unlike our mother’s, which sag and jiggle when they walk. We wonder what’s normal. When pubic hairs start to sprinkle our genital areas, we’re first amazed but often also embarrassed at that too. Depending on when we struck puberty, pubic hair was either a “fashion statement” or just normal. Today’s girls, thanks to the internet, feel they should remove it (See: Nudist Grooming: Pubic Hair)
At any rate, we have to make a choice. Do you like my choices? That’s what we wonder, lying naked on the beach. Do you find my “sex parts” attractive? Do you appreciate the effort I put into making them nice (for you)?
Let’s face it. On a nude beach, you’re seeing me the way boyfriends or husbands get to see their chosen mates after a lot of effort. But you’ve cut out all the dating and wooing and the marriage. You’re seeing me completely naked and under bright lights. I’m giving you permission to see me undress in public, and walk, lie or sit nude. You’ve seen me pull down my underpants, for Christ’s sake, and unhook and pop off my bra. Of course, I’ve probably also watched you undress, pulling down your briefs and seen your penis pop out as if surprised at the light. In short, we’re seeing each other undressing and naked, so it’s a fair exchange.
On a nude beach, I feel most vulnerable on my back with my legs slightly spread. I see girls who go “wide open” in that department, or spread eagle, with their vulvas smiling at the sun which, as you know, is very bright, brighter than in the doctor’s office where we timidly have to open up for a full inspection (usually not a sexy experience, in case you wonder, though some girls have told me they get turned on).
If you – and we’re still pretending you’re my type – are lying to my “south,” so to speak, I may open my legs a little more, even bend my knees, which is nearly as good as signaling to you, “well, have a good look.” I’ve noticed many times that men or boys, when they arrive on a nude beach after I’m already installed there, will position themselves to my “south.” So, it looks like we’re on the same page here, right? You want to see my genitals, and I want you to look at them.
And my breasts, and my bottom. Lie near me long enough and I’ll probably have spun a few times like a chicken on a rotisserie, for tanning reasons of course, but also to fulfill the requirements in my mind for offering full exposure. When I’m on my tummy with my butt arched slightly into the air I may be imagining you mounting me from behind in a helpless fit of passion. I’m not kidding.
I can usually sense you’re looking at me and when you’re not. When lying on my back and I prop myself up on my elbows, my eyes, shielded with sunglasses, are surveying the terrain (just as yours do) and I do look at you and other men. Because we’re pretending you’re my type, I’ll look at your general fitness and how well you’re hung, whether your penis is hanging straight or to the side, cut or uncut, and whether you’re revealing any excitement. If you’re half erect, and it’s my hope that you will be, I’ll get a tingle from that.
It’s not a generic response. On a typical nude beach about half the men are not attractive for one reason or another. Age isn’t a factor, but their general shape is and whether I detect they’re there to leer or enjoy nudism and the community. Yes, I want to be appreciated, I want men to find me desirous, but not all men independent of their looks or demeanor.
As you’re my type, you’re on the nude beach because you like being naked in public (that’s it, really), and you like the sea and getting tanned and being around other people with the same views. You don’t leer at me. You’re not constantly staring at me. You just see me as you do the entire surroundings, as part of the scene, and while you may linger for a moment appreciating my Goddess-life beauty, you won’t just fixate to the exclusion of all else. Unlike you are the men who just stare, who position their beach loungers so they can just watch you. Talk about creeps. (That’s when I put my legs together, or hang a towel over my torso until they go away.)
With my girlfriend, whom I’ll call Jill, I’ve talked about this interior monolog I have when naked on the beach, the fact that I may spread my legs a bit more than usual if there’s an attractive man watching, and how I’ll get near-orgasmic at times. She agrees. She can sunbath naked in her backyard, she says, so why bother driving two hours to a nude beach? “Because it’s hot,” she says. “It’s like foreplay.”
If I’m sending you the right signals, let you see me without dashing my legs together when I know you’re noticing me, if I smile, then say hello. Really, if our eyes meet, it’s rude not to. I do meet men on nude beaches and while it doesn’t mean we will end up in bed, it doesn’t mean we won’t. Remember, if I like you, we might. Merrilee’s Blog: Nudist Me, Nudist Us
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