Nudist Beaches & Teens
Nudist Beaches & Teens: Talk To Me
NUDIST LIFE EXPERIENCES: TALES FROM THE FRONT LINES
This was only my second trip to a nude beach and, unlike the first time, which was a rather overcast day, the sun was bright this time, the air was warm, and the beach was packed. Naked bodies were here, there and everywhere, as they say. It was both exciting and intimidating. In a few short minutes I would be standing in public and removing my clothes.
As I took in the scene, I wasn’t consciously steering myself to be near a pretty girl. Maybe it was just a natural impulse. I found a spot about fifteen feet in diameter free of other nudists, put my things down, spread my towel, and stripped. Undressing in public has a peculiar vibe. I read somewhere that at heart we’re all exhibitionists and I think it’s true. In the world of erotica it’s called a “kink” - being naked or "exposing" ourselves around other people gives us a bit of a kick (kick, kink - you see how it works).
As I said, this was only my second trip to a nude beach. Looking around I couldn’t believe the number of attractive, naked girls lying around me. There were older people too, a few stray men like me here and there I tried not to focus on, even some elderly types. That’s the democratic side of nudism. It’s for all ages.
I took particular notice of the girl nearest me. She could have been eighteen, though sixteen as well or twenty-three. At forty-eight, I have trouble gauging a person’s age anymore. I settled in my mind that she was eighteen and, as her back was to me (meaning “backside” as well), I was able to take a full survey. She possessed a beautiful rump, long slender legs, short cropped blonde hair and fair unblemished skin.
While I was viewing her she very casually took care of an itch on her bum, as nonchalant as could be. She seemed absorbed in a book. There were other girls and women to look at but I kept returning my gaze to this one. Despite our age difference, I was sure she was the one that would occupy all my fantasies henceforth.
While enjoying this scene my thoughts were interrupted by a man’s voice.
I turned my head around to find I was staring straight at a penis with a man attached.
“Hey,” I said.
“Do you have a light?”
It just so happened that I did. I fetched it out of my backpack and handed it over. He lit his cigarette and handed it back. “Beautiful day, isn’t it,” he stated.
“Yeah, it’s great,” I said, while returning the lighter and grabbing my phone out of the pack. I wanted the penis to go away.
It did. Back on my stomach and up on my elbows I looked through some texts. I thought I could take some surreptitious photos of the naked girl before me, then reconsidered. Later, maybe. While I was looking at my phone the girl raised one leg to address some inner thigh itches and learned she shaves or waxes “down there.” How many girl’s vulvas do you get to meet in person in a lifetime? That’s what crossed my mind. Score another plus for nudism. (Of course, there are cases where you truly wish you could wipe an image from your mind, once attained, which is a minor drawback with nudism.)
Her lady parts were was what men dream of. Perfect alignments, no unsavory bits complicating the landscape, just the sort of arrangement we occupy our fantasies with.
Her breasts were still a mystery, so there was more to come and, frankly, I was already facing my nudist fears of having an erection. Yes, this was definitely the case now.
I turned back to my texts, gave them up to check email, clicked up the news and gained some control over my tumescence problem. When I lifted my head up I saw the girl now lying on her back with her excellent breasts smiling at the sun. I could see her face in profile, which look angelic and dangerously young. Fifteen? It was possible, but that didn’t break any laws. Nevertheless, I put it into my mind that she was eighteen and left it at that.
She started to wipe some sand from her belly and upper pelvic area, where her fingers seemed to linger. She then brought up her knees and arching her back, shifted her body so that I was now nearly staring right up her legs at her crotch. At first I thought it was a favor for me but then decided she was following the sun. Nevertheless, this girl had no further secrets from me.
As I was contemplating this I noticed she was looking at me and smiling. No words or “hey” emanated, just the smile, and then she closed her eyes while putting her head back down. Her back arched a bit, like a wave had passed beneath her, the sort of response a woman gives to male stimuli in close quarters. Was she responding to my staring at her? Was she an exhibitionist and me some fuel in her fantasy?
The old tumescence problem was making a nuisance of itself once again. I really wanted to take a dip but felt walking to the ocean with a stiffy as being somewhat indecorous. I gained some management control over the situation and decided to lie on my back. There remained some minor tumescence but the sort a man uses to pretend is his natural state. The downside was I couldn’t look at the girl.
There were other women to look at of course, but I felt I had formed a bond of some kind with the girl. She was using me as her admirer, and I didn’t want to let her down.
But no worries. She got up and walked by me to go to the shore, so I was now perfectly situated to enjoy her ambling around, naked of course. Oh Lord, what a gorgeous girl, I thought. And now fully animated, walking, buttocks swinging, breasts bouncing, all right in front of me, offering me rights that used to only go a husband or boyfriend.
The shore was about thirty feet away and I decided it would be safe to “pretend text” while I was really taking pictures and video of the girl, now knee deep in the surf wetting herself down as if having a sponge bath.
As she turned back to face the shore and me I felt of a tremor of having been caught but quickly decided I looked like anyone does when they’re staring at their phone. Nevertheless, I clicked out of the camera function and set the phone down.
As she passed me on the way to her towel she paused for a moment.
“Did you get some pics?” She said this with a smile.
I flushed for a moment, then felt bold. “Yes. I admit I did. I’m sorry. I’ll delete them.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “I don’t mind. It’s a public beach.” She then returned to her former position on the beach. Having heard her voice I could tell she was older than I originally thought and possibly in her twenties. I deleted the pictures.
When I was done I turned in her direction and said, “they’re deleted now.”
“What?” she said. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said they’re deleted,” pointing to my phone.
“Why don’t you move your things over here,” she said, pointing to the sand beside her.
“Okay.” I gathered my things and moved up beside her. Being completely naked in this situation was particularly precarious. I managed to settle in, remembering to bend my knees when appropriate.
“My name is Shana,” she said. “What’s yours?”
“I’m Dan,” I said. It is my real name.
“Are you from the city?” She was referring to San Francisco, across the bay.
“No. I work in Marin. I only discovered this was a nude beach a few weeks ago. This is my second time. It’s much more crowded than it was the first time.”
“It’s different every time. I’ve been here a dozen times or so. My girlfriend was suppose to come with today but she couldn’t make. Do you play mancala? You play it with stones?” She pulled the game out of her bag.
Keep in mind this woman is totally naked, as am I.
“Yeah. I’ve played it.” I said. She set it up.
My situation downstairs was getting rather desperate. I was breaching mere tumescence on my way to a full on woody. I thought the best course was to just face the facts and bring them out in the open, which was hardly necessary given the situation.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I seem to be having some trouble controlling myself. I find you very beautiful.”
She laughed. “I noticed you were having some issues. No worries. No one else can see there but me and I don’t mind. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“Let me ask you something,” I said. “Earlier, when you caught on that I was staring at you, you turned your body, giving me a much better view of your private parts, if I can phrase it that way. Was that intentional? Did you want me to look? I noticed you started arching your back in that way, you know, that women do when they’re aroused.”
“You’ve got the picture.” Excerpt Nudist Beach Stories: Tales From The Front Lines