I learned something about myself that summer

If you didn’t know me or if we were only acquaintances, you’d likely think of me as the most uninteresting man in the world, one of those women that go through life without anyone but their closest family and friends noticing that she is even there. I am not whining. I’m just telling you this because it’s an important section of my first nudist experience that soon grew into another first time for me. But I am getting ahead of myself. I was attempting to tell you something about myself. I was never exceptional at all. I am not ugly; I am not the most wonderful girl in the world. Okay, I do have a really nice behind, but do not tell anyone about it.
I do have a friend, my closest friend in the whole world who’s undoubtedly extraordinary and whom I love very much, although she can get overly intense at times. I reckon we balance each other well which is why we click so well. In any case, last year, she suggested that we should go to Europe and check out this great nudist beach in France. I wasn’t overly excited as you can envision. Plus I knew that she will simply wonder off the moment we take our bikinis off and then she’ll be gone and I’ll be left alone, bare in public for the very first time. I don’t know about you, but for me, that’s not something I was looking ahead. However, after http://nudism-life.com of weeks, she managed to grind me down and I concurred.
And would you are aware of it, the thing which I feared the most occurred the initial day. A couple of feet from me, there was this stunning girl, all nude and so lovely that I couldn’t believe my eyes. She’s an important part of this story, as you’ll find out.
I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I’ve seen girls nude before, but I never felt any attraction. This was something absolutely new for me. I was checking out each and every inch of her body and I soon felt that I was totally and utterly wet. I was nearly scared at how brought to her I was. Without even noticing, I took off my top, only too cool down a bit, I guess. It was excellent.
The next day, I sort of guide my friend across the beach to be sure I can see the girl I was so mad about yesterday. She was there, naked as the first day, still so sexy. My buddy took off again and this time I went absolutely naked. I will not tell you about how amazing it felt to swim in the ocean naked or how certainly exhilarating it was to feel the water cool off of my nipples after. I need to tell you that I finally mustered up the courage to talk to that girl. She was French and her name was Sophie and she was just as dull as I was. We began talking and she immediately picked up on my infatuation. She let me take a picture of her, the picture you see before you.
Now, I usually do not wish to turn the greatest experience of my own life into something public and something that’ll destroy everything that was special about that experience, but I have to brag. Specifically, the subsequent day, I ‘d my first homosexual experience, in the woods nearby and it was everything I thought it would be. Even more. I’ll probably never to something similar to that before, but Sophie will always remain my biggest love. So boring and so hot.

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