State Park Beach Swimming Accident
Oleta River State Park, Florida
Friday 4:25 PM, September 2022
I walked over a very small bridge, past a nature education sign with berries growing on a tree nearby, and past a small butterfly garden before reaching the beach. The shore was roughly two dozen feet away, and far away was a line of buoys in the water and large clouds in the sky. I noticed two women and a child resting at the shore to my left before I walked ten steps to the right to set down my stuff, placing them right in front of the rope designed to protect nature. The time on my watch was 4:40 PM. Wearing only swimming trunks and my contact lenses, I walked into the water, feeling only a bit cool due to the warm weather and eventually reaching the furthest point where I could comfortably stand at my height of 5 feet and 5 inches.
I turned back to the shore, taking note of the walkways on either side of where my colorful bag was next to a small white sign. I estimated that I was about three dozen feet away from the shore. To my left was a family with several people wearing snorkel masks. To my right was the same family I noticed before, with one of the women bending over nicely in a red two-piece swimsuit. Further to the right was a blue tent, and further along was a group of people that might have have been preparing to get onto kayaks.
After concluding that the other beachgoers were far away from me - which was usual since people rarely got knee deep in water on my visits to different beaches - I removed my swim trunks, folded them, and dropped them to the sand. I had done this two Fridays before after seeing how clear the water was and how far away others tended to be. I had of course checked for the orange color of my trunks often, worried that they might float to the surface or drift away, but my naked swimming had gone fine back then.
Returning to the present, I turned away from the shore and dog-paddled into deeper waters. My goal was to swim naked for an hour. While I barely considered this activity to be skinny dipping, I at least tried to stay out of arms or leg's reach of my trunks. As I treaded water, I felt cooled down and free, and even felt my butt jiggle sometimes. I looked around at everyone at the beach, and counted about 37 people in total but no one within three dozen feet. I ocassionally looked back to the side of the shore where kayaks were, seeing a few men in a kayak and a woman in a yellow bikini in here own kayak. The woman bended over nicely. I considered that a reason for my visit was seeing women in swimsuits, but wished that I were closer. That said, I felt very comfortable as I continued to tred water naked, checking on my trunks less and less often. Every once in a while, I noticed that I was at a level where I could comfortably stand and would soon find my trunks after looking around.
After a bit of boredom, I swam dozens of feet further away from the shore. My goal was one of the white buoys. Since kayakers had spotted jellyfish on my last visit, I looked around cautiously as I dogpaddled. My arms were getting tired, and with everyone over fifty feet away I considered floating on my back to rest, but I decided against it. I eventually reached the white floating sphere and touched it with my hand.
I turned back to the shore, and to my left was a red kayak with a pair of men wearing either shades or snorkels. I was a bit nervous and began my dogpaddle back to the shore. Halfway back, it looked like we were gonna cross paths so I waited, but the pair turned around to stay on their side so I continued my journey. The first family with the red swimsuit had returned to the sand and had been resting for a while. A little girl with a snorkel seemed to swim close to where my trunks were, but she turned around. I saw a pair of young black women walk onto the beach, with one of them wearing a white swimsuit. Eventually I reached the point where I could stand comfortably, and I saw my backpack far in front of me back on the sand, so I turned left and walked at that depth to find my trunks.
After a bit of walking, I was closer to the family of snorkelers than before, and had also felt that I was getting closer to the pair of women that had just arrived. That was my signal to turn around and check for my trunks at that depth but in the opposite direction. However, I eventually found myself in front of the first family that had been resting, despite the fact that they had always been on my right side whenever I looked at the shore. I stood nervous for a while. Back when I had stayed near my trunks, the trunks had never seemed to move, just me being pushed closer to them. Moreover, the water was clear. However, the water had inexplicably become cloudier. I considered the possibility that my trunks had drifted closer to shore, so I made so sweeps closer to shore. I paused when the water reached my hips, but then I saw something orange in the water. I crawled along the seafloor and reached out, but to my horror I had just grabbed a pile of leaves. I also noticed a bag of cheetos floating around, which of course was also orange.
As I continued to walk parallel and perpendicular to the shore, the water was only clear at the point of the shore where I was on my knees. My butt and penis glided along the sand underwater as I searched with heartbeats. I felt self-conscious about the people near me, and felt like I would have to run back to my stuff naked. It was definitely a possibility I considered back when I had dropped my swim trunks, but at the time I reasoned that the beach was sparsely populated enough that my embarrassment would be minimal even in the worst case scenario. I was upset at the first family for continuing to sit idle on the sand instead of going home. I began mentally preparing myself to do the deed, reasoning that more people coming was at least as likely as the first family leaving.
After a bit of fruitless searching, my concerns were confirmed. A man set up his stuff near my own stuff, but eventually went into the water with a snorkel. I planned on going while the man was looking in the water, but after adjusting his snorkel the man returned to his stuff briefly. Fortunately the man went back into the water, but then I saw a grown woman setting up a beach chair on the left side. At this point I felt that waiting longer would only increase the potential embarrassment.
After getting as close to the shore as I could in a sitting position, I stood up and walked with a fast pace out of the water. I chose to walk instead of running to attract less attention, but I was self-conscious about the sounds I made as I quickly waded out of the water with my butt exposed. I had begun while the man was snorkeling, and my plan was to run straight to the bushed and rope before turning right and going to my stuff. Before I left the water, I heard high pitched laughter from my left, which I reasoned to be from one of the young women. The laughter continued and increased as I reached the sand and began running. I reached the bushes and turned to the right as planned, still hearing laughter as I bent over to pull my towel out of my drawstring backpack and then wrap it around myself. I put on my socks, sandals, and bag before walking away from the beach. I hadn't been looking around for reactions, but I made one last look back as I was at the edge of the bushes. I didn't see any waving or hear much laughter then, but just saw the distant silhouettes of the people on the beach. Overall, I had been exposed for about 25 seconds.
I walked through the nature park with my towel, feeling a bit foolish. I smiled that the embarrassing moment was over, and that at least others had found some joy out of it. I was however concerned that people might use my predicament as an excuse to swim even less than they already did. If you're thinking this, then take consolation in the fact that this was my 13th time swimming this summer; funny how it wasn't my luckiest swim. Looking back on this moment, I have no regrets as I did prove to myself how far I could swim and that I could survive humiliation with no lasting consequences. After checking the time, I saw that I had reached my goal of being naked in the water for an hour. That said, I felt that there was no need to prove to myself that I could swim naked as far as I did, and I was annoyed that I would soon need to attempt to buy the same type of swimsuit that I lost.
Here's a question for the poll: How many times did you swim this summer?
Friday 4:25 PM, September 2022
I walked over a very small bridge, past a nature education sign with berries growing on a tree nearby, and past a small butterfly garden before reaching the beach. The shore was roughly two dozen feet away, and far away was a line of buoys in the water and large clouds in the sky. I noticed two women and a child resting at the shore to my left before I walked ten steps to the right to set down my stuff, placing them right in front of the rope designed to protect nature. The time on my watch was 4:40 PM. Wearing only swimming trunks and my contact lenses, I walked into the water, feeling only a bit cool due to the warm weather and eventually reaching the furthest point where I could comfortably stand at my height of 5 feet and 5 inches.
I turned back to the shore, taking note of the walkways on either side of where my colorful bag was next to a small white sign. I estimated that I was about three dozen feet away from the shore. To my left was a family with several people wearing snorkel masks. To my right was the same family I noticed before, with one of the women bending over nicely in a red two-piece swimsuit. Further to the right was a blue tent, and further along was a group of people that might have have been preparing to get onto kayaks.
After concluding that the other beachgoers were far away from me - which was usual since people rarely got knee deep in water on my visits to different beaches - I removed my swim trunks, folded them, and dropped them to the sand. I had done this two Fridays before after seeing how clear the water was and how far away others tended to be. I had of course checked for the orange color of my trunks often, worried that they might float to the surface or drift away, but my naked swimming had gone fine back then.
Returning to the present, I turned away from the shore and dog-paddled into deeper waters. My goal was to swim naked for an hour. While I barely considered this activity to be skinny dipping, I at least tried to stay out of arms or leg's reach of my trunks. As I treaded water, I felt cooled down and free, and even felt my butt jiggle sometimes. I looked around at everyone at the beach, and counted about 37 people in total but no one within three dozen feet. I ocassionally looked back to the side of the shore where kayaks were, seeing a few men in a kayak and a woman in a yellow bikini in here own kayak. The woman bended over nicely. I considered that a reason for my visit was seeing women in swimsuits, but wished that I were closer. That said, I felt very comfortable as I continued to tred water naked, checking on my trunks less and less often. Every once in a while, I noticed that I was at a level where I could comfortably stand and would soon find my trunks after looking around.
After a bit of boredom, I swam dozens of feet further away from the shore. My goal was one of the white buoys. Since kayakers had spotted jellyfish on my last visit, I looked around cautiously as I dogpaddled. My arms were getting tired, and with everyone over fifty feet away I considered floating on my back to rest, but I decided against it. I eventually reached the white floating sphere and touched it with my hand.
I turned back to the shore, and to my left was a red kayak with a pair of men wearing either shades or snorkels. I was a bit nervous and began my dogpaddle back to the shore. Halfway back, it looked like we were gonna cross paths so I waited, but the pair turned around to stay on their side so I continued my journey. The first family with the red swimsuit had returned to the sand and had been resting for a while. A little girl with a snorkel seemed to swim close to where my trunks were, but she turned around. I saw a pair of young black women walk onto the beach, with one of them wearing a white swimsuit. Eventually I reached the point where I could stand comfortably, and I saw my backpack far in front of me back on the sand, so I turned left and walked at that depth to find my trunks.
After a bit of walking, I was closer to the family of snorkelers than before, and had also felt that I was getting closer to the pair of women that had just arrived. That was my signal to turn around and check for my trunks at that depth but in the opposite direction. However, I eventually found myself in front of the first family that had been resting, despite the fact that they had always been on my right side whenever I looked at the shore. I stood nervous for a while. Back when I had stayed near my trunks, the trunks had never seemed to move, just me being pushed closer to them. Moreover, the water was clear. However, the water had inexplicably become cloudier. I considered the possibility that my trunks had drifted closer to shore, so I made so sweeps closer to shore. I paused when the water reached my hips, but then I saw something orange in the water. I crawled along the seafloor and reached out, but to my horror I had just grabbed a pile of leaves. I also noticed a bag of cheetos floating around, which of course was also orange.
As I continued to walk parallel and perpendicular to the shore, the water was only clear at the point of the shore where I was on my knees. My butt and penis glided along the sand underwater as I searched with heartbeats. I felt self-conscious about the people near me, and felt like I would have to run back to my stuff naked. It was definitely a possibility I considered back when I had dropped my swim trunks, but at the time I reasoned that the beach was sparsely populated enough that my embarrassment would be minimal even in the worst case scenario. I was upset at the first family for continuing to sit idle on the sand instead of going home. I began mentally preparing myself to do the deed, reasoning that more people coming was at least as likely as the first family leaving.
After a bit of fruitless searching, my concerns were confirmed. A man set up his stuff near my own stuff, but eventually went into the water with a snorkel. I planned on going while the man was looking in the water, but after adjusting his snorkel the man returned to his stuff briefly. Fortunately the man went back into the water, but then I saw a grown woman setting up a beach chair on the left side. At this point I felt that waiting longer would only increase the potential embarrassment.
After getting as close to the shore as I could in a sitting position, I stood up and walked with a fast pace out of the water. I chose to walk instead of running to attract less attention, but I was self-conscious about the sounds I made as I quickly waded out of the water with my butt exposed. I had begun while the man was snorkeling, and my plan was to run straight to the bushed and rope before turning right and going to my stuff. Before I left the water, I heard high pitched laughter from my left, which I reasoned to be from one of the young women. The laughter continued and increased as I reached the sand and began running. I reached the bushes and turned to the right as planned, still hearing laughter as I bent over to pull my towel out of my drawstring backpack and then wrap it around myself. I put on my socks, sandals, and bag before walking away from the beach. I hadn't been looking around for reactions, but I made one last look back as I was at the edge of the bushes. I didn't see any waving or hear much laughter then, but just saw the distant silhouettes of the people on the beach. Overall, I had been exposed for about 25 seconds.
I walked through the nature park with my towel, feeling a bit foolish. I smiled that the embarrassing moment was over, and that at least others had found some joy out of it. I was however concerned that people might use my predicament as an excuse to swim even less than they already did. If you're thinking this, then take consolation in the fact that this was my 13th time swimming this summer; funny how it wasn't my luckiest swim. Looking back on this moment, I have no regrets as I did prove to myself how far I could swim and that I could survive humiliation with no lasting consequences. After checking the time, I saw that I had reached my goal of being naked in the water for an hour. That said, I felt that there was no need to prove to myself that I could swim naked as far as I did, and I was annoyed that I would soon need to attempt to buy the same type of swimsuit that I lost.
Here's a question for the poll: How many times did you swim this summer?
26-30, M
