And you already know how gracefully we can handle a nude beach. Maybe we could go to a beach somewhere. I was 18 then, just gotten my drivers license. Mostly couples lying down on their mats, a few gathered in small groups and talking. I went back into the water to wash off the sand and straighten out my hair, but I was keeping a close eye on the waves this time. I replied trying to sound as innocent as I could, "They are? We walked down the cliff in silence.
And now having spent a lot of this week nude outdoors on the beach and experiencing all these feelings of freedom and openness and oneness with nature, I now realized that this is all normal — totally normal - at least for me.
My first time at a nudist beach
Not knowing what to do with her hands, she ran her finger through her hair behind her left ear. In other words, she looked directly at my exposed penis at a very close distance. What an amazing discovery! Talking about spring break and trips and warm places started me to thinking about how much I had always wanted to go to the beach and about how much I hated the cold. I decided to strike up a conversation with her so I walked directly toward her. More important, it was no longer something I could only imagine and masturbate about anymore. When Emmy turned back around, I was hanging my top from one of the ribs of the umbrella.