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 particular moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul around, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the sky.
Why do not we take a dip? – he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what a great evening, the water is so war, it will be a sin to miss this opportunity. We could swim nude! Well why not, I thought. The weather was extremely brilliant, warm and all. And though the moon was shining, the beach was poorly lit as the moon wasn’t complete. I shook off my slippers, afterward removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some space and to the side.
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Check itSo 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 nearly pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s reaction’, and it may seem silly, but it made me feel joyful!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nights several more times.
He then started trying to convince me to proceed to the seashore during daytime. He would say that we kinda learnt everything we could about night bathing and now it turned out to be a new challenge for all of us to do it during the day. I kept on saying no because I was really embarrassed by the thought of undressing in broad daylight, but I actually wanted to go. Then I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the daytime all by myself to begin with. I discovered a rugged beach with tremendous rubbles that I could jump from one to another. And so I started leaping. When I went so far from the shoreline to be sure no one sane would follow me here I stopped and got nude. Stark naked. I don’t know why, but I was literary trembling afterward. The sensation of being completely nude outdoors was intoxicating, and I attempted not to consider the likelihood of somebody else’s arriving to where I was.
I had a book with me, so I located a larger and more comfy debris, lay on it and started reading and having some remainder in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shore, the coastline was unifying into distance, small yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The feeling was serene and relaxing, and little by little I started to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. swinger beach tube was then that I recalled about the post I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of people to whom it was indicated to pee in their pants for a considerable amount of money. Regardless the amount was really remarkable, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same occurred to me: I slid off the debris, squatted and simply could not do it! And I truly needed to After all, I could go a little bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably stubborn. So I put on my trousers, 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 space. That was when I believed I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of blog nudism drew a picture in my head with somebody armed with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I gathered my things and dressed up in no time, and now 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 proceed to the beach together with the young man. It was not half as scary as I ‘d imagined it to be, because the shore was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was just once that we happened to meet some other folks there, but I never experienced such powerful emotions again.
My friendship together with the young man in question ended up quite regrettably, but I guess that’s a whole new narrative.