In my first story I described how I "awakened" sexually and started to get into nude sunbathing. From reading in a field I guess it was only a matter of time before I felt brave enough to go to a nude beach!
It happened the following summer. Following my discovery of nudism I'd gone back to university, saved some money and bought a tiny little car. Apart from that little had changed. My tan had faded A LOT, but through disciplined use of sun protection and a bit of sunbathing in my bedroom I'd managed to keep the tanlines to a minimum.
My pubes had inevitable grown back over winter and exams, but come the spring I had returned to my naughty ways, and was now totally hair free below the neck.
Anyway, the opportunity arose one weekend when I had planned a trip to the beach with my girlfriends. As the proud owner of a terrible car, I was the driver. I was really looking forward to the trip (I absolutely love the beach, and wish my town wasn't so far away), although I was wondering what I'd do about the inevitable tan lines afterwards.
Then, on the eve of our trip, disaster struck. One of my friends came down with the flu. The other, who had had a massive fight with her boyfriend, chose that night to passionately make it up. She gave a half-assed excuse but we knew she would be spending the day in bed too. My third friend, a very pale redhead who was only really coming not to miss out on the fun, quite reasonably wrote to me to excuse herself from the inevitable sunburn and freckles.
"It's just not worth it - you know I'll look like a lobster after 10 minutes. Why don't we just hang out around town?"
I was set on going to the beach, and declined the offer. I loved spending time alone anyway.
The next morning, as I set off from home with my beach things and a little picnic lunch, I thought about the idea that had been whirling around my head since last night, when my friends had cancelled on me.
There was a clothing-optional beach just south of the beach we had been planning to go to. Maybe I could avoid the tanlines after all, if I was brave enough. I'd never been to the spot, but it was easy enough to get to. I had to check it out. I looked at the map, found the route to the car park and off I went.
Like most clothing optional beaches, this one was a bit off the beaten track. It was near the entrance to a national park, and the car park served as the starting point for a number of trails. One of these trails led to a long, sandy beach.
I found the car park without too much difficulty. There were already a reasonable number of cars, but I assumed at least half would be owned by hikers rather than beach goers, so there should be plenty of space for me to spread my.... towel.
I grabbed my hat, my backpack and my water bottle and headed off along the trail. It was absolutely stunning, and worth the trip just to do this walk. No wonder the area was so popular. The path wound through the trees for about a kilometre before suddenly dunes started to form, and the path started to climb before turning quite abruptly into sand. I was at the top of the dune and staring at a long, white sand beach with towels and umbrellas scattered along it.
I kicked off my shoes and walked along looking for a spot which wasn't too public or obvious, finding an area higher up the dunes with what looked like nudists on either side so I'd blend in. Time to set up camp.
I sat down on my towel in my bikini. 50 metres to my left was an older middle-aged couple, completely nude. To my right, a gay couple, also nude. A little beyond them, various groups of people in swimwear, although one of the women wasn't wearing a bra. My heart was racing. Here goes nothing, I thought.
I unfastened my bra and slipped it off, my breasts bouncing free and my nipples suddenly quivering and hard in the gentle breeze. I inhaled deeply and looked around. No one had reacted. I sat like this for a full five minutes, waiting for an uproar from my fellow beach goers.
When none came, I started to breathe easier and think about the next phase of my mission. Of course, when I'd been alone in the field I hadn't considered other people seeing my groomed pubic hair. But now there was no hiding. The couples on either side of me looked like classic nudists, with a wild bush of pubic hair covering their nether regions. The old voices from my conservative upbringing started echoing in my head - good girls just didn't remove all their pubic hair to expose their labia like wanton sluts!
But then I looked at the two guys sunbathing naked together to my right and thought - I guess plenty of people disapprove of them too, and they're not letting it stop them. I lifted my bum and scooted my bikini bottoms down to my knees, then lifted my feet and slipped them off. I was completely naked!
I sat there for a couple of minutes hugging my legs, breathing deeply, and then plucked up the courage to lower my legs, flipping over onto my tummy. I was doing it! Sunbathing on a public beach naked! No one had reacted, and I soon relaxed and settled down to tan my bum. This was brilliant!
Soon it came time to turn over. I started getting nervous and excited just thinking about it - the beach had become a bit busier, and there were more young people around. There was nothing for it though - if I didn't turn over my bum would get burnt, and if I covered up now my front would be much paler than my back. I took another deep breath and spun onto my back.
Propped up on my elbows I could survey the beach quite well. The two nudist groups were still there, and another group of five had set up between me and the two guys. They were in swimsuits. For the moment, nobody seemed to have noticed me. I ought to put some suncream on, but I was too nervous and excited just yet. This was such a rush.
