This is a four-part story of an encounter I had with a nudist girl and her family when I was home from college back in the 1990's. In Part 1, I meet Julie at a nude beach.
Other than some names and locations, what you are about to read is true.
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My toes sank into the sand as I strolled along the shoreline. After a year in New England for college, the Southern California sun on my skin warmed me like a blanket. I hadn't been to this beach since the previous summer, and I didn't realize how much I had missed it until I was back.
To the north, there were several trails to the beach, the San Onofre nuclear plant, and one of the premier surf breaks in California. But to the south, past Trail Six, it was all a nude beach, and there were naked bodies on the sand as far as I could see. Technically, part of the nude beach was on military property, but nobody cared back in 1996 - not the park rangers or the Marines.
As I strolled naked near the water, I could hear the sounds of volleyball being played nearby - the muted slap of a hand against the ball; the cheers when a point was scored; or the laughs when somebody ended up sprawled naked in the sand. I could hear the thumping of the crashing waves and the rolling sizzle as rocks tumbled against each other at the water's edge. I saw the shadow that my too-pale skin cast against the grey sand. Being a swimmer in Southern California, I was used to being bronzed year-round except for a Speedo-shaped band of pure white around my butt, hips, and cock. After a year in New England, swimming inside and being bundled up against the cold and snow, the band of pure white covered my entire body.
Despite my winter complexion, I looked pretty good naked. Being a swimmer in college, and being just 19 years old, I was in solid shape. I was tall, lean, and muscled with strong shoulders and washboard abs. I was circumcised and above-average, though I was no porn star. Of course, most of my friends were also swimmers and in great shape themselves, so I never thought of myself as being all that attractive.
During my naked walk, I noticed some of the regulars. There was Derek, the guy that surfed with his black Labrador retriever and never seemed to get naked. Then there was Nate, the guy that always wore board-shorts and a trucker-hat, and always tried to get girls to play naked volleyball. As I passed by them naked, I wondered why they came to the nude beach if they never got nude. Fellow naked beachgoers were meandering along just as I was - couples holding hands, groups of nervous topless girls giggling at every exposed penis they saw, and single guys hoping to meet somebody.
I guess I was one of those single guys. Not by choice. I used to come to this beach with my high school girlfriend - it was her idea, actually. But once high school ended, so did our relationship. That wasn't going to keep me from coming back to my favorite beach, though. Not only was the surf good, but I had gotten so used to being naked at the beach that wearing board-shorts felt weird.
I was just about to end my walk and go for a swim when I saw a what looked like a naked girl around my age walking toward me. It was rare to see a naked college girl at the beach, unless she was with a boyfriend or a large group of girlfriends. This girl, though, was walking alone. She had long blonde hair and an all-over honey tan that told me this wasn't her first time at a nude beach. Her legs were slender, her hips were gentle curves, and her firm breasts bounced high on her chest as she walked happily along the sand. As I got closer, I saw a broad smile on her face, pink nipples on her breasts, and smooth skin between her legs.
"Hi," I said, as I got closer.
"Hi!" she replied in a cheerful voice.
"Beautiful day?" I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"Oh, it is. Looks like you haven't seen the sun in a while, though," she said as she moved her eyes over my pale naked body.
"Haha, yeah," I laughed. "I go to college back east. I'm home for the summer, visiting my family. What about you?"
"I'm actually home from college too," she said. "But I go to ASU, so I get plenty of sun year-round."
"Must be nice! Man, I hated the snow."
"I bet. So, you're from around here then?" she asked, hopefully.
"I am. I was born in Los Angeles, and my parents kept moving farther and farther south every few years. I went to high school in Irvine, and when I went away to college, my parents downsized and moved to San Clemente. Now they live just a couple exits up from here. Where do your parents live?"
"Well," she began. "My parents live in Dana Point. They just moved out here while I was away at college, kinda like your parents, except we used to live in Florida. My parents wanted to be closer to me while I was in college, but still close to the ocean. So, they moved here when I started at ASU."
"Wow," I said. "I can't imagine my parents moving across the country just to be closer to me while I'm in college. I don't even know that I'd want them to," I said with a chuckle.
"I know what you mean. But we're really close. And it's great to be able to see them without having to fly across the entire country."
"That makes sense," I said. "I'm Will, by the way."
"I'm Julie. Nice to meet you Will," she said as she held out her hand.
We shook hands and smiled at each other. I didn't really know what to say or do next. Here I was, naked, talking to a pretty, naked girl that seemed completely at-ease with the entire situation. Meanwhile, I was starting to feel the swelling and tingling of an erection. Julie glanced down at my growing cock and smiled.
"So, uh, ah, are you, uh, here with anybody?" I asked, as I moved my hands to shield my erection before it got any bigger.
"Nope. You?"
"Haha, no. I wish." I didn't know what to say next. "I was going to take a swim..." I said, my voice trailing off into an unasked question.
"I'm getting kind of hot, actually," Julie said as she examined a bead of sweat that was rolling between her perfect breasts and down her flat stomach.
"Well, uh, would you like to join me, Julie?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'd love to, Will," Julie said with a smile. "Race you!" said Julie as she sprinted into the water.
I ran behind her, my growing cock bouncing in front of me as I enjoyed the view of Julie's firm legs and ass. I hit the water and dove over the oncoming rush of a broken wave. I loved the feeling of being in the water naked - of being surrounded and touched everywhere. I popped up out of the water to see Julie several yards behind me.
"You swim like a fish!" she exclaimed.
I smiled. "Actually, I'm a swimmer in college. So, yeah."
"That explains your body. It's really nice."
"Oh, thanks," I said as I could feel myself blushing. I wanted to give her a compliment without sounding creepy. "I think you look fantastic."
"Thanks, Will. You're sweet. I used to run track in high school. And as a nudist, well, I try and stay in shape."
"When you say nudist...like, full-time?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. That's why I'm here. Aren't you?"
"Kinda. I mean, I started coming to this beach in high school with my girlfriend. Even though we broke up when I went off to college, I still love this beach so I had to come back. But she's the only person I've ever been naked with, and this is the only nude place I've ever gone. Like, my parents know that I surf here, but I don't think they know it's a nude beach. At least, I never told them."
"Oh," said Julie. She sounded a little disappointed. "Why haven't you told your parents?"
"They'd freak out. Like, there is no way. They would think I was gay or something."
"You never know unless you try...and what's wrong with being gay?"
