excursion to one of the European resorts. Nothing elaborate, my family isn’t rich so we cannot manage going off to the nude beaches of Italy or France, but we discovered our adorable holiday in Croatia and it’s been keeping us content for the last ten years or so.
I ‘d been genuinely appreciating naked family pastimes with my old folks for strong nine years, but when I’d turned 18 I thought hey, what the hang, shouldn?t I be spending my first adult (sort of) summer with a lot of friends dancing my ass off somewhere on Ibiza? This didn?t happen, as you can find out, for some family matters interceded like they generally do. I was thus prepared to be bored stiff in the organization of my people. Well, this is the way it all happened, more or less, with just occasional exceptions. One of such short excursions to the fun of the fare took place right on the nude beach that my parents and I knew just too well.
I really could draw a map of the location with my eyes closed, perhaps, so nothing could really thrill me. I wandered off some distance from where my mother and dad were lodged, joyful in their zone of comfort and enthusiastic to remain as motionless as they could. This sort of stagnation buggered the shit out of me, and I was all set to walk off as far as I could.
This I did, until I believe I reached the end of the nude beach which didn?t really matter as there was nothing but bare stone there. Of course, I was not wearing a single piece of clothing on me; I adored exposing my bottom and tits to the subtle wind along with the sun of the Adriatic. Sometimes when I was beginning to break a sweat I would dip into water and cool off. It felt amazing feeling the water twirl around my nipples and making them hard, and the feeling wouldn?t wear off until several minutes after!
Smack behind one of them I stumbled across a couple of men somewhat older than me ? they were wearing their swimming trunks and basking in sunlight at some distance from each other, and by the looks of it they had been midway through their sixpack of beer by the moment I saw them. The very first thing that came to my mind was that I got myself in trouble quite bad and that I ought to walk away as quickly as I can; I brought a towel along so I flung that around myself to conceal my nudity, I think, before they found me.
The next thing I thought was less panicky and much more frivolous ? A few dudes in a secluded spot by the seaside all by themselves? Gays! But before I could either walk on or walk away back to where I came from, among the guys sat up and I recognized his face; he was our hotel neighbor, I saw him during breakfasts fairly frequently. He twisted his eyes and hailed me; I had no other alternative but to at least nod. He said something to his friend and jumped up on his feet. I couldn?t help admiring his physical form along with the swiftness and easiness of the catlike movement.
He came up and introduced himself and his buddy; his name was Paul and I can’t recollect what was the name of the other guy; he sounded real nice and polite. He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him some cock and bull story about my parents being stayed just a few meters away behind the bushes, just in case. All throughout our short dialogue I kept on thinking whether they had time to see that I was bare underneath my towel; perhaps I appeared weird wearing it wrapped around me like that anyways, for the day was real hot for that kind of coverage. In any event, I felt his friend? http://videonudism.com/plage on me and I detected the vivid interest on Paul?s side in me, if you get my drift. At that stage I believed it was better that I went off and joined my parents; I said good-bye to the guys, my hear thumping somewhere in my throat with apprehensions whom I couldn?
t help regardless of the good manners both of them exhibited. But right when I was turning on my heels and gave my long wet hair that, you know, alluring braid, the fringe of my towel flapping and me supplying the hottest upskirt ever! I blushed, though I was a nudist all my life, it is somehow different when you are at least partially dressed and then some quite intimate section of your body reveals by chance.
I am pretty damn sure they both saw my derriere and my pussy alright this time, I heard them exclaiming in hushed voice when they thought I was out of the earshot. As I was approaching our seashore I felt more and more assured and in the end I felt rather adventuresome about it.
I then saw both men at breakfast briefly and once ? on the shore, they obviously came to gawk but not really chill out, for they were still wearing boxers and went away pretty damn soon ? Folks on nude beaches don’t feel happy about intruders in cloths. They gave me a nod of cheering but that was about it, perhaps that was because I was keeping to my old folks? That?s one of my stories, but I?ve some more to share, so perhaps one day? Cheers everyone!