First Time Nudist Stories

Funny nude beach experience

This one might be nothing but a bunch of happy memories of last summer spent with my girlfriends, but I hope that some of you will find it inspiring in more than one way. Yes, it is about nude beach experience and yes, I am a young girl to whom this might not yet be a cultural event but more of a risque adventure. So what? I am more than certain that everyone should get down at least once in their lifetime and do something of the sort. Not necessarily crazy, but… something new to their lifestyles.
Anyways, as I already mentioned, the first two weeks of last year August (the first summer holiday after finishing school) I spent trying to find my way through the campus. I also joined the team of cheerleaders, something that made me very proud of myself. All of the girls on the team were at top of their shape; toned legs and butts, arms and flat stomachs. Despite my fears of growing flabby during the first months of summer, they assured me that I would make a great asset to the team.
I rather quickly made friends with everyone else on the team; that was no prob, cos most of the girls they felt real nice and sweet. And pretty soon someone came up with the idea of hopping on the bus and going off to the ocean shore for the weekend before the academic year kicked in. The rest of us unanimously supported.
We rented a small bungalow for the five of us. The location was superb – the ocean was withing walking distance, with a great beach and bars and two nightclubs in the neighborhood. And still the bungalow itself stood in a pretty isolated spot which made it possible to really lose it.
We got off the bus tired and thirsty; the day was too warm and the two hours on the bus made us all sweaty, our t-shirts clinging all over to the point of making us look fit for wet t-shirt contest. Someone came up with this idea, and before we knew we were splashing around with cool water we found in the minibar. The mayhem worked itself up too easily, and soon the bunch of us looked as if we had been bathing in our clothes.
Bathing in our clothes? Well, the next thing to do was surely skinny-dipping – we heard Alice, our captain, say. She was a known prankster all the way, but because of some wild spirit that must had gotten into each and every single girl on the team we all cheered to the idea and followed her to the beach. Right, we had had some beers before that. Alice started pulling off her t-shirt as she was jogging towards the ocean; needless to mention that she was wearing no bra or bikini top.
We sure stopped some lookers on our way, and I can bet my boots that we brought a long line of followers, too. We didn’t really care, high with the idea of going all the way with it before we had time to get scared or embrace the recklessness of what we were doing. But my god, that was so much fun! Stripping on the beach full of people, men of our age and slightly older and everyone else, well, that ain’t something that I do every Sunday after lunch! Taking off my jeans and then my panties felt like I was trying to strip off my skin. At the same time, I knew that I looked my best, young and firm, and frankly, I didn’t give a damn about them naysayers and old hags pointing fingers at us!
It took us but several moments to get naked and plunge into refreshing water, where we continued cheering and splashing. Water did cool us down in both senses, and soon we started exchanging opinions and sharing feelings that this impromptu skinny dipping evoked in us. We walked out of the water pretty hushed, but still in a good mood. Everybody around us was knocking their eyes out. Hardly surprising! A bunch of awesomely toned girls with a backdrop of great marina – that is in itself enough to make one’s holidaying perfect, or even make an immaculate adventure, for some!
A couple of times guys tried approaching us, and we even did exchange phone numbers with those that sounded more chivalrous and less cheesy, but no good came out of it, eventually. Still, for me it was a great experience – to let my nude body be seen. It felt as if I were suddenly moved to a skin of a movie star, or a catwalk model; so weird and so limelight-stealing! I loved every minute of it, the thrill and the adrenaline. I might have this exhibitionist streak in me after all – who knows!