At The Nude Beach

There was a time in my teenage life, and perhaps all teenager's lives, when you go to that nude beach down the way. I grew up in Southern California, so the rumors of nude beaches were not much closer than the actual sites, and the promise of them became very potent as we reached the middle of teen-hood.

In the middle of teenhood is when you have a body, and hair on your groin, and the self-confidence (or at least you think you do) to actually go there and check it out for yourself. This is a solitary experience for me, it was not social. Besides the fact that there was no one I felt comfortable being naked with, certainly not my buddies, I hadn't really been naked with anybody.

Not in public. And I wasn't going to go with my girlfriend. They weren't that kind of girlfriends, and I wasn't that kind of date.

There's a leap in faith you take when you go to a nude beach, and you're not going to just look, but take your drawers off. Not only are you going to be an observer, and the rules are stated that you are not an overly obvious observer, but that you are there to be in the moment as well. To enjoy being naked as much as the next person.

You are to be a naturalist. You are to participate.

This 17 year old went to the beach and walked down the slightly rough rocks to the dark-sanded beach. You turn the corner around the rocks and people are visible beyond out of sight of the road above, with no signs or easy access.

The waves crash and for being so inaccessible, there are 2 dozen people here, more than should have been on this coldish May day. And they're stark naked.

The women were were not teens, but in their 30s, and their hair was up. No flowing blonde Playboy bunnies. They were laying on their back and their eyes were closed. Their pussies had hair on them.

Housewives, stealing away during the day? Or single? A thought that even now stirs my loins.

The men were for the most part in their 40s. They were in good shape. And pretty much by themselves.

I put my blanket down, as close to a woman (alone) as I could and looked out into the water. It was too cold to go in, so I wouldn't. I took off my bathing suit and laid in the sun, feeling it on parts of my body that usually didn't get sun and became aroused.

I let myself become aroused and glanced over to see if any of my acquainances were also observers. They were not, but I would not have minded. I rubbed myself but didn't get into full masturbatory mode it turned out that was not the point.



I got furtive glances of women walking to the water to wash off their feet. I saw natural breasts and self-conscious early 20s women turn over and adjust their bikini tops to get their breasts evenly tanned. I turned on my back and let my half-erect cock rub against my towel and into the sand as I let the warm sea breeze wash over my naked ass.

Surrounded by no one and nothing, I let myself enjoy being free and in a way a public and acceptable exhibitionist here... with no one worrying about it. We were all here to share our nakedness, and to not let it be a big deal.

A community, in a way. I could imagine it being a way of life, finding others of like mind, actually being social with nude people. Even fucking them. But in a situation where the nudity wasn't part of the seduction.

After 2 hours I left, because I didn't want to burn. And I never stayed at any beach more than a couple of hours. I went back a week later, but it was colder, and told myself I should go to other beaches and be naked there. More than summer. And relax.

I never did go back by myself. Being in Southern California, there were many times when I would take a girl ...or find a girl in the party we were having some night. This was a different social situation, and I would be there, and end up laying with her and fingering her, trying to slip my hand under her swimsuit, over there by the rocks.

In the dark, without a towel, and undisciplined, sand would often get into the cracks of our asses and into our genitals. She wouldn't let me go all the way, but she would flash me there, in the sand.

The beach turns me on still. I think it's partly the sun, and also the lack of walls.