It didn’t occur here; it occurred at the ends of the earth.

I met a young man. Yes, I guess you could say that we had only just begun by then; he hadn’t even began wooing me. And somehow at a particular moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul about, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the skies.
Why don’t we take a dip? – he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what an excellent evening, the water is so war, it would have been a sin to miss this chance. We could swim naked! Well why not, I believed. The weather was truly outstanding, warm and all. And though the moon was beaming, the shore was poorly lit as the moon wasn’t complete. I shook off my slippers, afterward removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some distance and to the side.
So there we are, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the shore. I was leading again, and he was following me. I looked back to see him and though it was almost pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s response’, also it may sound silly, but it made me feel happy!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nights several more times.
Then he started trying to convince me to go to the shore during daytime. He’d say that we sorta learnt everything we could about nighttime bathing and now it was a new challenge for all of us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because I was actually embarrassed by the idea of undressing in broad day, but I really needed to go. Afterward I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the daytime all by myself to begin with. I found a rugged shore with huge rubbles that I could leap from one to another. And so I began leaping. as soon as I went so far from the coast to be sure that no one sane would follow me here I halted and got nude. Stark naked. I don’t understand why, but I was literary shaking afterward. The sense of being absolutely nude outdoors was intoxicating, and I attempted not to consider of somebody else’s coming to where I was.
I had a novel with me, so I found a larger and much more comfortable rubble, lay on it and began reading and having some rest in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shore, the shoreline was uniting into space, small yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing, and little by little I started to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. It was then that I remembered about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of folks to whom it was implied to pee in their own pants for a considerable amount of cash. Regardless that the amount was really impressive, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same happened to me: I slid off the debris, squatted and simply couldn’t do it! And I really needed to After all, I could go a bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably uncooperative. So I put on my pants, then lowered them and allow take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at some distance.

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That was when I thought I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in my head with somebody armed with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I collected my things and dressed up very quickly, and currently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I ventured another couple of sorties which were managed with much more composure. In the end I granted to visit the seashore with the young man. It was not half as scary as I had imagined it to be, because the shore was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was just once that we happened to meet a few other folks there, but I never experienced such strong emotions again.
My friendship with the young man in question ended up fairly unfortunately, but I suppose that is a whole new story.

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