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Pamela's First-Time Nudist Experience
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| I closed my eyes, and thought, and thought some more. The idea of taking off my clothes in front of men, how could a nice girl do that? But there were other women there, and they took their clothes off, and they had no problem with letting men see them.
The ocean looked more and more inviting. The guilt weighed on me. Even if I stayed clothed, just being in such a place and seeing such sights was wrong. For almost an hour, I was torn. I went back and forth and finally, the ocean won. If it was a sin to be here anyway, it couldn't be any worse of a sin to participate. If these people saw me naked, they wouldn't be seeing anything they hadn't seen before.
Quickly, before I could think again and change my mind, I stripped. I took everything off, and ran into the ocean. As the waves washed over me, it washed the guilt away. I felt wonderful. I was skinnydipping in public, in mixed company, and enjoying it thoroughly. I came out of the ocean, and the feeling of not wearing a wet sandy bathing suit felt terrific.
~Pamela
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