Naked Beach Adventure

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: CFNM

Bathing in the nude.

Another true and rather embarrassing story.

 

It must have been the first or second time I went in the south of Spain on holiday maybe twenty years ago. I set off to explore the coast on foot. It was a baking hot July day as I walked along a coastal path into a clump of pine trees. And what was the first thing I saw – two naked sunbathers lying face down among the Mediterranean pines that backed onto the beach. A pleasing and not unusual sight in those relaxed southern climbs on a secluded beach. You come across unofficial nude beaches all over the place in Spain. They’re not sort of fenced off with big signs or anything. And I remembered somebody saying there was one along the coast here.

 

I went and stretched out further along under the shade of the pine trees. It was nice and relaxing there, but it was very hot dressed in a shirt and shorts.

 

As the perspiration poured off me suddenly I was struck by the thought of how nice it would be to have a swim. But I didn't have a costume. But then of course why did I need a costume. This was a nude beach. I could just take all my clothes off and bathe naked in the sea. This was not a thing I had ever done before and well... I was in those days rather shy about such things. But I’d always heard that once you’d taken your clothes off you didn’t feel the least embarrassed, and indeed it was the people who had retained theirs who felt out of place.

 

So, embarrassed as I was at the notion, I dared myself to do it. At least I could start undressing. I could always stop at my underpants if I got too embarrassed. Many of you are probably thinking 'what a twerp'. You are no doubt all veterans of naturist beaches. But as I said, I was very shy and this would be the first time,

 

I took off my shirt and my shoes and socks, but when it came to removing the remaining articles I felt a strange reluctance to do so.

 

I dare you, I said to myself. I dare you.

 

So I said to myself “Right. No more hesitation. Count to ten and then they’re coming straight off, you’re going to strip naked and you’re going to work straight down that beach and into the sea. This is a naturist beach; nobody will even give you a second glance. There’s nothing they’ll not have seen a million times. NOBODY WILL NOTICE YOU!”

 

So I did. I counted to ten. Eight, nine, ten… I whipped off my remaining clothes in one go and set off down the beach stark, as they say, naked.

 

But they were wrong, the embarrassment didn’t go off. Oh my gosh! I was in the nude, nude in the open air, nude in public in the open air, completely nude in public in the open air and I had never felt so embarrassed in all my life. I said to myself as I felt the wind whistle round my whatsits, “Everyone is the same, NOBODY WILL NOTICE YOU!”

 

I didn’t dare look at anyone. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead and just walked straight across the beach. It was a funny sensation to be out in the open air with nothing on.

 

I could feel everybody’s eyes burning into me, staring at me, dying of embarrassment I felt very very nude.

 

At last I reached the sea and plunged in and turned to look at the beach I had just walked down. I was right, everybody was looking at me, and the reason was immediately obvious. Half the people on the beach were topless, but they were the male half. They were all normally dressed in respectable bathing costumes.  There were the girls looking at me in their bikinis.

 

Whatever beach I was on it wasn’t a naturist beach at all. Just a couple of people sunbathing au naturel in a secluded area of pines behind the beach. And I’d walked right down the beach past those girls stark naked. Not surprisingly they were now looking at me expectantly.

 

The reason why they were looking expectant suddenly struck me. I had walked down the beach. Now I was going to have to walk back up the beach, in the nude, past them. Of course on a beach people face the sea, so in my parade down the beach I had not had to face them, and they had only had a rear view of me. Going back up I would be looking at them and they would be looking at me - and they would be getting the more interesting view! Furthermore, as they had seen me go into the water, they would now all be waiting for me to come out and walk past them. In the nude.  And of course I’d been in the cold water.  And we all know what cold water does to your willy.  The girls were going to see my willy and they weren’t going to be impressed.

 

A dilemma faced me. Should I swim down the beach and so come out where I could avoid showing the girls my shrunken willy, in which case I would have further to come back, or should I take the shortest route back straight past them.

 

I swam around some more.  Of course I waded out up to my waist to hide my predicament! But I was going to have to come out some time! How embarrassing! Keeping my eyes straight ahead, and not daring to look at anyone I walked straight back up the beach towards my clothes, rather self-consciously and feeling totally foolish. Here was a dilemma.  Should I clamp my hands over my private parts and run up the beach like a frightened rabbit.  Or should I walk nonchalantly giving everybody a good view.  I decided on the latter.  I mean people wouldn’t look would they?  The trouble was I could feel eyes looking at me and I just couldn’t stop myself looking round. It was as I feared – the girls' eyes were indeed fixed on my willy and I still had twenty yards to walk. It seemed an interminable twenty yards. It was not as if they said anything. I was walking past them completely nude and nobody said a word. Yet.

 

Finally I reached the pines at the back of the beach and - there was no sign of my clothes. I’d obviously come back at a different place. It was a long beach and I didn’t even know whether to turn right or left to find my clothes.

 

I had to go back on to the beach and walk along it. I was lost on a public beach in the nude with everyone looking at well... everything.

 

There was nothing for it but to try one direction until I saw somewhere that I thought I recognised.

 

Then I saw something I recognised away in the distance. It looked like my shirt blowing down the beaching afar off carried by the stiff sea breeze.

 

How had it got there! Any minute it was going to be carried out to sea, there was nothing for it but to run back down the beach chasing it stark naked. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but as soon as you catch up with something the wind is blowing, it blows away a bit further. So I had to run after it. I don’t know if you have ever seen a man run along a beach stark naked, dangly bits unsupported; on the reasonable assumption that you haven’t let me describe it so that you can visualise my predicament. Taking those labouring leaps one needs to use on hot sand with my arms outstretched to pick up the shirt. There was no chance of hiding anything now. My bouncy bits bounced up and down and my floppy bits flopped up and down and everyone got a grand view of the bouncy bits bouncing up and down and floppy bit flopping. 

 

And the sand was so hot I kept having to stop and sit down to let the soles of my feet cool off. Having made a complete spectacle of myself I eventually caught up with my shirt and...  er...  um... this rather embarrassing... what with being naked and running around and everything my willy had reacted in a very embarrassing way.

 

I'm going to censure the rest because I want to try and keep this post reasonably respectable, suffice to say there was a very embarrassing conclusion which you can probably guess.

 

You can always message me if you want details of the climax.  Remember this is a true story.  None of it is made up.

 

Edit:  Well, people have asked for the 'climax' so here it is and I'm going bright red remembering it - and it was a good many years ago when I was young and foolish.

If you remember I was nude on a beach in Spain having stupidly, basically because I was so shy, stripped off on the clothed part of the beach rather than the naturist part.  This was mid summer and the sand was burning hot and  l'd been dancing around in the nude chasing after my shirt much to the amusement of the people nearby.  Well, the dancing and the nudity resulted in my penis going erect in full view of everybody.  All I could think of to do was lie down on my front to hide my embarrassment.  On the burning sand.  Ow ow ow!  I felt the hot sand burning my exposed penis.  I jumped up.  Then I lay back down.  Then I jumped back up.  Then I grabbed my  by now throbbing penis.  It had become so stimulated by the heat and friction of the sand that I started to, as I said, climax.  My balls pumping away as I stood there in the nude with everybody watching.  So I just flung myself back down on my face hoping nobody had noticed what was going on.  Then I just ran into the water to try and cool my penis off as much as anything.  Did anybody notice?  I don't know.  But when I came out of the water again my face and my penis were equally bright red.


Submitted: August 24, 2020

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Annabelle B

oh yes give us the details love!

Mon, August 24th, 2020 7:10am

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Hi Annabelle! Much to my embarrassment I’ve added the ending!

Mon, August 24th, 2020 10:21pm

mike87*

Hello can you tell climax it's very interesting Joe

Mon, August 24th, 2020 1:15pm

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Much to my embarrassment I’ve added the ending!

Mon, August 24th, 2020 10:21pm

massageguy

No fair! Finish the story, please!

Mon, August 24th, 2020 2:45pm

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Much to my embarrassment I’ve added the ending!

Mon, August 24th, 2020 10:22pm

virus1000

Great story, really enjoyed the shrinkage and SPH situation.

Tue, August 25th, 2020 6:55am

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