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JoeXP · 56-60, M
In total four times. This is the story of my first time!
It must have been the first or second time I went in the south of Spain and I set off to explore the coast. It was a baking hot June day and I spotted a small road leading down to a secluded beach. There was a small car park at the bottom of the road, and I got out the car to have a look round.
I walked along a coastal path into a clump of pine trees. And what was the first thing I saw – two naked sunbathers lying face down among the Mediterranean pines that backed onto the beach. You come across unofficial nude beaches all over the place in Spain. They’re not sort of fenced off with big signs or anything. And I remembered somebody saying there was one along the coast here.
I went and stretched out further along under the shade of the pine trees. It was nice and relaxing there, but it was very hot dressed in a shirt and trousers.
As the perspiration poured off me suddenly I was struck by the thought of how nice it would be to have a swim. But I didn't have a costume. But then of course why did I need a costume. This was a nude beach. I could just take all my clothes off and bathe naked in the sea. This was a few years back when I was younger and less experienced and it was not a thing I had ever done before. Although I quite enjoyed the idea of being nude in the open air and swimming nude I was also rather inhibited by the thought. But I’d always heard that once you’d taken your clothes off you didn’t feel the least embarrassed, and indeed it was the people who had retained theirs who felt out of place.
So, embarrassed as I was at the notion, I dared myself to do it. At least I could start undressing. I could always stop at my underpants if I got too embarrassed. Many of you are probably thinking 'what a twerp'. You are no doubt all veterans of naturist beaches. But as I said, I was much younger and this would be the first time,
I took off my shirt and my shoes and socks, but when it came to removing the remaining articles I felt a strange reluctance to do so.
I dare you, I said to myself. I dare you.
So I said to myself “Right. No more hesitation. Count to ten and then they’re coming straight off, you’re going to strip naked and you’re going to work straight down that beach and into the sea. This is a naturist beach; nobody will even give you a second glance. There’s nothing they’ll not have seen a million times. NOBODY WILL NOTICE YOU!”
So I did. I counted to ten. Eight, nine, ten… I whipped off my remaining clothes in one go and set off down the beach stark, as they say, bollock naked.
The embarrassment didn’t go off. I was nude. I was nude in the open air. I was nude in public in the open air. I was completely nude in public in the open air and I had never felt so embarrassed in all my life. I said to myself as I felt the wind whistle round my whatsits, “Everyone is the same, NOBODY WILL NOTICE YOU!”
I didn’t dare look at anyone. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead and just walked straight across the beach. It was a funny sensation to be out in the open air with nothing on.
With my legs shaking and my face burning I felt very very nude.
At last I reached the sea and plunged in and turned to look at the beach I had just walked down. I was wrong, everybody was looking at me, and the reason was immediately obvious. They were all normally dressed in respectable bathing costumes.
Whatever beach I was on it wasn’t a naturist beach at all. Just a couple of people sunbathing au naturel in a secluded area of pines behind the beach. And I’d walked right down the beach past everybody stark naked. This had not caused a fantastic stir, but not a few people were looking at me expectantly.
The reason why they were looking expectant suddenly struck me. I had walked down the beach. Now I was going to have to walk back up the beach, in the nude, past everyone. Of course on a beach people face the sea, so in my parade down the beach I had not had to face them, and they had only had a rear view of me. Going back up I would be looking at them and they would be looking at me - and they would be getting the more interesting view! Furthermore, as everybody had seen me go into the water, they would now all be waiting for me to come out and walk past them in the nude.
A dilemma faced me. Should I swim down the beach and so come out where no-one knew I was naked, in which case I would have further to come back, or should I take the shortest route back through the expectant throng.
I swam around some more down the beach. I was getting cold and my penis was starting to shrink and go all wrinkly. I just knew people would be laughing at it, so keeping my eyes straight ahead, and not daring to look at anyone I ran straight back up the beach towards my clothes with my penis swinging from side to side. The trouble was I could feel everyone’s eyes looking at me and I just couldn’t stop myself looking round. It was as I feared – everybody’s eyes seemed indeed fixed on my naughty bits, and I still had twenty yards to go. It seemed an interminable twenty yards. It was not as if anybody said anything. I was running past them completely nude and nobody said a word.
Oh well. Looking back it was great fun!
It must have been the first or second time I went in the south of Spain and I set off to explore the coast. It was a baking hot June day and I spotted a small road leading down to a secluded beach. There was a small car park at the bottom of the road, and I got out the car to have a look round.
I walked along a coastal path into a clump of pine trees. And what was the first thing I saw – two naked sunbathers lying face down among the Mediterranean pines that backed onto the beach. You come across unofficial nude beaches all over the place in Spain. They’re not sort of fenced off with big signs or anything. And I remembered somebody saying there was one along the coast here.
I went and stretched out further along under the shade of the pine trees. It was nice and relaxing there, but it was very hot dressed in a shirt and trousers.
As the perspiration poured off me suddenly I was struck by the thought of how nice it would be to have a swim. But I didn't have a costume. But then of course why did I need a costume. This was a nude beach. I could just take all my clothes off and bathe naked in the sea. This was a few years back when I was younger and less experienced and it was not a thing I had ever done before. Although I quite enjoyed the idea of being nude in the open air and swimming nude I was also rather inhibited by the thought. But I’d always heard that once you’d taken your clothes off you didn’t feel the least embarrassed, and indeed it was the people who had retained theirs who felt out of place.
So, embarrassed as I was at the notion, I dared myself to do it. At least I could start undressing. I could always stop at my underpants if I got too embarrassed. Many of you are probably thinking 'what a twerp'. You are no doubt all veterans of naturist beaches. But as I said, I was much younger and this would be the first time,
I took off my shirt and my shoes and socks, but when it came to removing the remaining articles I felt a strange reluctance to do so.
I dare you, I said to myself. I dare you.
So I said to myself “Right. No more hesitation. Count to ten and then they’re coming straight off, you’re going to strip naked and you’re going to work straight down that beach and into the sea. This is a naturist beach; nobody will even give you a second glance. There’s nothing they’ll not have seen a million times. NOBODY WILL NOTICE YOU!”
So I did. I counted to ten. Eight, nine, ten… I whipped off my remaining clothes in one go and set off down the beach stark, as they say, bollock naked.
The embarrassment didn’t go off. I was nude. I was nude in the open air. I was nude in public in the open air. I was completely nude in public in the open air and I had never felt so embarrassed in all my life. I said to myself as I felt the wind whistle round my whatsits, “Everyone is the same, NOBODY WILL NOTICE YOU!”
I didn’t dare look at anyone. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead and just walked straight across the beach. It was a funny sensation to be out in the open air with nothing on.
With my legs shaking and my face burning I felt very very nude.
At last I reached the sea and plunged in and turned to look at the beach I had just walked down. I was wrong, everybody was looking at me, and the reason was immediately obvious. They were all normally dressed in respectable bathing costumes.
Whatever beach I was on it wasn’t a naturist beach at all. Just a couple of people sunbathing au naturel in a secluded area of pines behind the beach. And I’d walked right down the beach past everybody stark naked. This had not caused a fantastic stir, but not a few people were looking at me expectantly.
The reason why they were looking expectant suddenly struck me. I had walked down the beach. Now I was going to have to walk back up the beach, in the nude, past everyone. Of course on a beach people face the sea, so in my parade down the beach I had not had to face them, and they had only had a rear view of me. Going back up I would be looking at them and they would be looking at me - and they would be getting the more interesting view! Furthermore, as everybody had seen me go into the water, they would now all be waiting for me to come out and walk past them in the nude.
A dilemma faced me. Should I swim down the beach and so come out where no-one knew I was naked, in which case I would have further to come back, or should I take the shortest route back through the expectant throng.
I swam around some more down the beach. I was getting cold and my penis was starting to shrink and go all wrinkly. I just knew people would be laughing at it, so keeping my eyes straight ahead, and not daring to look at anyone I ran straight back up the beach towards my clothes with my penis swinging from side to side. The trouble was I could feel everyone’s eyes looking at me and I just couldn’t stop myself looking round. It was as I feared – everybody’s eyes seemed indeed fixed on my naughty bits, and I still had twenty yards to go. It seemed an interminable twenty yards. It was not as if anybody said anything. I was running past them completely nude and nobody said a word.
Oh well. Looking back it was great fun!
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Wh0reOfBabylon · 26-30, FVIP
@MalcolmY A bit scary if I'm to be truthful
@Wh0reOfBabylon oh yeah. I can see that
MrAverage1965 · 61-69, M
@Wh0reOfBabylon Where was the beach?
starlitflower · 31-35, F
Gangstress · 41-45, F
@Gangstress Yeah, it's a funny problem
Hotelroom38 · 51-55, M
@Anniedlr do you enjoy the experience?
Pinkstarburst · 51-55, F
tallpowerhouseblonde · 36-40, F
DeWayfarer · 61-69, M
Markarth95 · 26-30
Dayman343 · M
Yes, on various beaches around the Mediterranean. Europeans are generally not bothered about the naked human form.
Nope... I don't want throwing out into the ocean considering that I look like a beached whale and I can't swim.
goodlil666 · 51-55, M
Yes, several times. 2 on Maui , one on Lake Mead ,
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Hotelroom38 · 51-55, M
Yea been a few times .. was great
LifeIsShort · M
Never and don't wish too ever.
Tahitiangrandma · 61-69, F
Yes more then once and more than one
ChipmunkErnie · 70-79, M
Several times years ago.
KentuckyWildcats · M
Clothing optional
jackson55 · M
Several times.
Lugwho · 56-60, M
Yes, in Greece
James1956 · 61-69, M
Nope
scorpiolovedeep · 51-55, M
Never !!!
SomeMichGuy · M
Yes.
Northwest · M
Yes.
Justenjoyit · 61-69, M
In my younger days
FeetAreFantastic · 41-45, M
Many times!
Moneyonmymind · 31-35, M
No and don’t see myself going to one