A bit of naturist evangelism (2)

SEEING SOMEONE I ALREADY KNEW ON THE (NUDIST) BEACH

My name is Mark.  I am 19 years old and I have just discovered nudism (on a holiday to Spain earlier in the summer).  And I live in Brighton.

It is early September and I go back to Uni soon.  But right now I am still on my hols.  And it’s going to be a hot and sunny day.  What about a trip to Brighton’s nudist beach, I thought.

Wah – heh, why not?

So I packed a picnic, changed into my white T-shirt and blue jeans and walked, first to the ‘normal’ beach, and then the extra half mile or so to the nudist part.  I put my red towel down and disrobed.  It was still quite early – about 11.  There weren’t that many people yet and those that were there were virtually all men.  Oh well.

I was sporting my new beard which I had grown about 6 months previously.  Also I was wearing a beige baseball cap and sunglasses.  That’s all!

I watched some people walking around, a few went into the sea, mostly wearing flip flops (and nothing else, of course).  There were no women amongst them.

It being late summer, most of them were quite tanned.  You could tell who was, and who wasn’t a regular nudist by whether it was an all over tan.  I played my game of counting how many of each.  Yes, about three quarters were regular nudists.

Just then, who should turn up but Liza Gibbs, a girl who had been in my class at _______ Academy.  We both had done Physics, Maths and Chemistry A-levels.

Blimey.

I knew Liza very well.  We had spent hours going over A-level maths past papers together.  She was right at the top of the class and had got to Cambridge.  So was she a nudist?  Good grief, she wouldn’t even let me see her knickers when we were at school!

She put her towel down, a green one.  She was only 6 feet away from me.  She looked round.  Good, she hadn’t recognised me.  She put her bag down, which I assumed contained her lunch, and took off her red top.  She was wearing a white bra.  Then she took off her blue trousers.  She was now standing, just a few feet away from me, in red knickers and a white bra.  Hopefully she would be going even further in just a couple of minutes.  I couldn’t wait.  And she still didn’t recognise me.

She had blond hair.  I had only known her since the beginning of the sixth form and she had always had blond hair.  Was I about to find out if she was a natural blond?

She took off her bra.  She had ample breasts, something I knew, of course – her normal clothes couldn’t hide that.  She really was a very attractive girl.

Then she pushed her red panties down her legs and – By Jove – yes, she was a natural blond.  I felt like introducing myself:  that would be a laugh.  Her face would then match her discarded red panties, no doubt.  But I thought ‘why should I’?  I could perhaps enjoy hours of this.

And so it turned out.

She was to my left – just about 6 feet away, as I said.  For about half an hour she lay serenely on her towel.  I took the opportunity to glance over at her quite a few times, but obviously it wouldn’t be good to ‘stare’.  All those occasions when we had encountered those problems of calculus together went through my mind, as she lay there as naked as the day she was born.

After about half an hour she raised her left leg, and I had an even better view of her blond mound.  How long would she stay like that though?  It was at least 20 minutes.

Then she sat up and rummaged in her bag.  She took out a couple of tuna sandwiches and ate them.

It wouldn’t be a good idea to engage in conversation, I thought – she would almost certainly recognise my voice.

She also had some tomatoes and then, for afters, an apple pie.

After she had finished her lunch she put the empty containers back in her bag, then she stood up.  She turned to her left and apparently looked into the distance.  This gave me the opportunity to examine her rear view, in particular her rounded cheeks.  I hadn’t really noticed it before but her nether regions weren’t nearly so tanned as the rest of her body.  She certainly didn’t have an all-over tan.  Cripes, I thought, she had obviously discovered naturism even more recently than me – probably in the last couple of months.  Well I never.  In her past life she had been the height of modesty.  As I said, she didn’t even let anyone see her knickers – which I assume she wore.  Now, well it was almost too much to take in.  Her rounded breasts, pointing slightly upwards.  Her blond patch where her legs met; and her backside too.  What a view, I thought, as she continued to stare into the distance.  Things almost got the better of me and I almost shouted out

“Hi there, Liza.” – but then I thought – no, there could still be so much to see today.  There were still several hours before she might be inclined to make her way home.  It was only 1 o’clock.

Then she put on some flip flops (out of her bag) and headed over to the sea.  Like a child she felt the temperature of the water with her outstretched hands, then entered the water.  For another half a minute her arse was still visible as she waded in deeper, then only the top half of her body, and then she started swimming.  She was a good swimmer, I knew, but prior to then, whenever I saw her swimming (in the swimming pool at school), she had of course been well covered up, though admittedly only with one item of clothing.  And now even that was not there.

She was in the water about 15 minutes, then got out and walked back towards me, water droplets dripping from her legs and between her legs.  For a moment, as she looked over in my direction, I thought she had recognised me.  But then I realised that of course she hadn’t – there would have been quite a commotion if she had of done, I was sure of that.

She got back to where her towel was (and me), picked up the towel and rubbed herself dry with it.  Then she turned to face me in her nakedness.

“Feel better for that,” she said.

I put my hand to my mouth, and muttered “Good” (trying to sound as different as I normally sounded as possible).

Then she laughed:

“Do you know, I’ve only been doing this for a couple of months – taking my knickers off in front of everyone.  You wouldn’t have guessed, would you?”

“Not wearing knickers is no big deal. Loads of women do it these days.”  (It was 2014 – in the middle of the ‘no-pants’ craze.)

“Yes, but those girls, even if they wear a fairly short skirt or dress, only normally ‘reveal everything’ for a few seconds at most.  I’m standing in front of you with no knickers on – and I haven’t even got a short skirt or dress.  You can see my ‘Private Parts’ – continuously, like.”

“Yes, well, you can see mine.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” she said.

She got down on her haunches.  That was almost too much for me.  I knew it was ‘bad form’ to stare – but I almost couldn’t resist it.  Her posture, her nakedness, was so – inviting.  I knew that it didn’t actually ‘mean anything’ – the fact that she was crouching down in front of me, totally naked, and talking to me, like this – didn’t mean that she wanted to be my girlfriend or anything.  It was just that, if you were a naturist, different rules applied.  As long as you didn’t actually stare, you were allowed to look.  You could take in the fact that she was totally naked (so were you, of course).   You could take in the fact that (in this case) she had the ‘airstrip design’. 

In the pubs and nightclubs, where some of the girls didn’t wear knickers, if you were actually caught ‘looking’, the bouncers would evict you.  That was a different thing altogether.

“Well,” she said, “the show’s nearly over.   I’ve arranged to meet my Mum in a little while.  In fact, I’m going to put my knickers back on now.”  With that, she put on her red panties again, her bra and red top, and lastly her blue trousers, and disappeared as quickly as she had arrived.

Well, I must admit it hadn’t been a bad couple of hours at all.

MAINLY ABOUT 3 YOUNG WOMEN ON A NUDIST BEACH

My name is Daniel, I am 30 years old, and I live in the North of England.  And I have been a naturist for 2 years.

Today is Saturday, and I’m going to spend a day at Bridlington nudist beach – it is about half an hour’s bus ride away.  I arrive there about 11.  I walk up and down the beach looking for a suitable spot.

Perhaps I should inform you of my method in this.  Being heterosexual, I would prefer to look at naked females, rather than naked males.

My method is to arrive quite early, before that many people arrive, and find a place near some woman.  It is not really important what that woman is like – she may well be 25 or 30 years older than me, for instance – it really doesn’t matter.

It’s just that when other women arrive, 9 times out of 10 they will choose to sit near some other woman.

Today the woman I choose to sit near actually is quite nice.  Though considerably older than me (about 50, I would say), she is quite slim and looks as though she has ‘looked after herself quite well’.  She isn’t yet naked though.  She is wearing bikini bottoms (though not a top).  This often happens.  Even though this is the nudist section of Bridlington beach, not all the women on it get naked.  (Most of the men do, but not all the women.)  Oh well.

So I put my towel down about 8 feet to the right of this woman, and sit down on it, after stripping off.  I have a coffee out of my flask, and have a look round.

There are a few naked people around, nearly all men, and one couple.  All the men are naked.  There are 3 naked men in the sea, within 50 yards or so.

About 12 o’clock another woman arrives – who is about 40 and quite attractive – with long dark brown hair.  She is wearing a red jumper and maroon tracksuit bottoms.  As I thought she probably would, she sits near the first woman I mentioned – in other words quite near me.

She puts her towel down, sits on it, and has a cigarette.  Then 10 minutes later she stands up and starts to undress.  She takes off her jumper.  She has a white blouse underneath which she also takes off.  Then she removes her trainers and takes off her tracksuit bottoms.  She is standing there in her bra and panties.  She looks round, as if to check that there are no ‘undesirable types’ around.

Apparently satisfied, she takes off, first her bra, and then her turquoise knickers.  I get a bit of a thrill from this, I must admit.

She sits down, with her knees up, and rummages through her bag.  She gets out some biscuits and a flask and pours what looks like coffee into a cup.  I continue to watch, admiring her naked body.  She is almost facing me.

I also look at what is going on around me, further afield.  There are more people now, still mostly men.  Within 50 yards there must be about 20 men and only 4 women – and only 2 of those 4 women are naked (Such is life) – that is, excepting the naked woman who is sat near me.  About 1.20 this woman with the dark hair gets some sandwiches out of her bag and eats them, then has another cigarette.

Then about 2 o’clock 3 young women turn up.  They are a bit indecisive about where to sit.  At first it looked as though they were going to choose somewhere a considerable distance from me, but then changed their mind, and chose a place right near me – only about 10 feet away.  This was getting interesting.

They were in high spirits.  I think (from their conversation) they had probably been to a pub.

They sat down, at first still fully clothed.  Then I heard one of them say:

“Well, shall we strip off, then?”

Another said “Yes, let’s – You go first, Nina.”

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So Nina got up, and started to remove her clothes.  She got down to her underwear.  She then had a black bra and black panties on, which she took off, one after the other.  She turned round to talk to the others, so I got to see both her fanny and her bum.  Then she said:

“Your turn, Sophie.”

So Sophie stood up.  She said “I don’t know if I will – looks like there are some strange men around.”

“Oh, go on Sophie,” said the shortest girl.

So Sophie, who had a yellow dress, with shoulder straps, slipped it off.  She was standing there in a white bra and white panties.  And then she took off her panties, and then her bra.  Butt naked now, she turned to the others and said:

“Do you think I’ve lost weight since the last time we were here?”

Nina replied, “I think you may have done, yes.  A bit off your stomach, I think.”

Lastly, the 3^rd girl got up.  She also had a dress on.  When she took that off, it was revealed that she had no bra – but she had red panties on – which she then took off.

All 3 girls were then naked.  Part of the time they were talking about work, and I think they worked for a supermarket.

I must admit I found the view a lot more interesting than the conversation.

They got out a pack of cards and played rummy for about three quarters of an hour, totally naked.

The (approximately) 40 year old woman was also still there, naked.

On the whole, it really didn’t matter that overall, there were far more men on the beach, than women.  My ‘method’ had paid off.

About 4.30, the 3 girls got dressed and they left soon after that – and so did I.

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