I Have Skinny Dipped

I was working that summer as a counselor at a summer camp. We would have kids from Sunday afternoon through Friday afternoon every week. I lived close enough to home that I would usually go back for the few days in between, but not always. Near the end of summer, I was better friends with the other counselors than I was with my old high school friends, so I had more incentive to just stay at camp.

Someone brought up the idea of going skinny dipping. I was shocked that anyone would suggest it, but they talked me into it. It was probably around midnight or 1 am when we went down to the beach. There were just a few of us, I think half a dozen. I was freaked out and positive we were going to get caught. But one of the girls going with us was the summer lifeguard, so I knew it was likely that we wouldn't.

I was scared as hell of stripping down to nothing, but I finally did, leaving my towel, t-shirt, sandals, and a pair of boxers in a tiny pile in the weeds on the side of the lake. It was dark and you couldn't really see anything...except a little bit you could. So I quickly and ran into the water.

It was a nice summer night and the water was warmer than the air. It felt amazing. I've never felt the experience of the water directly on my bare skin and I was surprised how differently it felt, how freeing.

I remember feeling very attracted to a couple of the girls in our group. The naughtiness of it, feeling like we were getting away with it, mixed with those feelings of attraction, made it one of the most amazing experiences of my life. But I was not comfortable with my own sexuality, and there was no indication that either of them were attracted to me. Still, we were skinny-dipping, and it's hard to completely suppress those feelings.

A few of the others decided to get out of the water first and go back to their cabins. The rest of us stayed in the water, mostly out by the raft talking and just goofing off. When we finally came back in, I discovered that the first group had played a prank on me and taken my clothes, leaving me only my sandals. I was so embarrassed and convinced this was not going to end well. One of the others lent me a towel to get back to the cabin.

The next Sunday, when the kids returned for the week, we went into the dining hall for supper. My boxers were pinned up on the giant bulletin board, there for all to see. Most people didn't notice, but we all had a good laugh about it. I actually let them stay up there a few days before I finally took them down.

It was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. We went skinny dipping once or twice more before the end of the summer, but always just two or three of us from then on.

Later on when I was in a straight marriage, I tried to get my ex to go skinny dipping with me at the local beach. But that beach does not have a raft to hide behind, and my ex is very paranoid of that sort of thing. So we never went. Now that I am divorced and more comfortable with myself as a woman who is attracted to women, I would totally be up for going again. Maybe hide my clothing a little better next time though.