Showing off

Last Thursday, we had the last nice, summery day of the season. The last day with sunny skies, easy winds, and 80-ish degrees weather. I was determined to make the most of it. I took my bike to the beach and walked around for quite a while, until I saw the sign. Area specifically reserved for nude recreation.

“Oooh Noëlle” I’m hearing y’all thinking. “Totally your kind of thing!” Well yeah. Technically speaking, it should be. I mean: I love being naked, I love watching people being naked, all that stuff. But I had never been to a nude beach before. Ever. And yet here I was, standing next to the sign.

There were way more people than I expected. And most of them were fully nude. And I thought: alright, No. You’re here, you’re all by yourself, you love being naked, and this is just the place for it. Why the hell not?

It felt weird passing the sign. I kept walking for a few minutes, towards the busier area, away from prying eyes. I walked until I found a nice spot, bang in the middle between the sea and the dunes. I could see no less than fifteen flesh toys, and a handful of boobies. But more importantly: I saw tons of eyes, looking in my direction, waiting, as if they were trying to say: c’mon girl, you’re here now, might as well just get it over with.

And that’s exactly what I did. I started with my shorts, not that big a deal since I was wearing a bikini underneath. Taking off the top wasn’t nearly as difficult as I thought it would be. But then I hesitated for a moment. Was I really ready to show my goods to all these strangers? Was I okay with these creeps drooling all over me?

Haha obviously. I thought you guys knew me by now 😉 I put down my beach towel and sat on it. I’m telling you, it’s such a strange feeling to pull your bikini bottoms down from your butt, knowing there’s tons of people around. It’s even more weird to just put them in your bag. But at least I was free \o/

I was a bit shy at first. Shy as in keeping my legs closed, keeping an eye on everybody that walked by, that kind of stuff. But then I saw how chill most people were about being naked. They were just letting things hang. And I thought: alright No, you’re cute, people are here to see other people naked, just do it.

And from that moment on, I wasn’t scared any more. I just laid down on my back and spread my legs. People walked by, but I didn’t try and hide things any more. In fact, I started to like it. How people paused and looked. How they sat close to me. How one of the younger guys got a full-on boner.

And then the inavitable happened. All these dicks. All these boobies. My fully naked body. There was no way I wasn’t gonna get turned on. I couldn’t do anything about it, obviously, but there a few tricks a girl can pull off. Like rubbing your thighs together. Touching yourself when you think nobody is looking. But it was all minor, and all it did was making me even hornier.

Later in the afternoon, when I was fully comfortable about being nude, I tried pushing the limits. I stood up, showing myself to everybody who was watching. I kneeled down and played around on my phone, with my elbows in the sand and my butt up high. I’m not gonna lie: if someone had walked up to me and offered to come back to their place, I would have. No one did, though.

As dinner time approached, I stood up. I had hoped to be able to stay around long enough for most people to leave, but there was just no way. I needed to touch. I needed to get off. And I couldn’t do it here. What I could do, though, was letting them have one last look. I took my backpack and walked back as slowly as possible. Every thirty-ish yards, I bent over to pick up an imaginary shell. I wanted everybody to see me. To want me.

As I arrived back at the sign, there were a lot of people – clothed people – looking at me. I let them watch me putting my bikini back on. It felt weird wearing clothes again. I didn’t pull my bikini bottoms up much more than necessary. All these guys I walked past, I’d have done every last one of them, if they had only asked. But again, they didn’t.

The shower orgasm was amazing. It was loud, it was messy, it was awesome. After that, I sat down on my couch, still naked. As I started playing again, I couldn’t stop thinking about the first day of summer. I know where I’m gonna be when that hits.

 

btw awesome pic by Michael Benatar