I was on holiday with my family in the Algarve and they wanted to go on an excursion. Being a bored 13 year old I decided not to go with them and they left me in the apartment, so I went down to the beach.
The bit we sunbathed on was actually between two beaches, separated by a twenty minute walk. I sunbathed in my shorts, noticing that only one person was walking by every ten minutes or so.
After some time it was time to cool off, so I slowly stood up and... I can't really remember why, but I glanced both ways and saw nobody was coming. So I took off my shorts and sprinted stark naked into the sea. Even as I got waist deep I felt regretful, thinking "why am I doing this? what if someone saw me?". I went out further and further, then looked back and there was still nobody about.
I began to swim, noticing that some people were walking past now. Could they seem me naked? I cautiously stopped and stood in the water, then as they went by I started to swim again.
As the fear subsided I realised that swimming as nature intended felt really good. I mean it felt REALLY GOOD. Crawls, breast-strokes, backstrokes, I swam in every way possible. Stopping occasionally to stand in the water, then going a fair bit out of my depth, floating on my back and going back into my depth, all the while enjoying the water flowing over my body, not being dragged by shorts and no waistband hampering my comfort.
I guess it was about 25 minutes later that I thought it was time to come out of the sea, as the water level fell below my shoulders my fear returned; there was another person walking by... and then another... and another in the opposite direction. As the last one walked past my beach towel I continued making my way out, carefully crouching lower and lower keeping the sea level around my belly. I looked both ways several times once again before eventually standing up and dashing out to the beach-mat and putting on my shorts again.
My wristwatch told me that I was in the sea for just over an hour!
I would have been happy to swim nude again as long as I was alone, so I awaited for the next opportunity for being alone on a beach with no-one around. It would be a long fifteen years later before moving house and discovering a regular naturist swim at Alton. No need to be alone. No need for sprinting into the water. No need to feel guilty if seen.
gav
Luvly encounter gav, just goes to show that as you get older the inhabitions dissapear as well, well for most i think.
Have fun
mick n alva
Life isn't surviving the storm, its learning to dance in the rain.
Luvly encounter gav,
Thanks.
The odd thing was I knew it was just me and no-one else around, but I had absolutely no idea why I did that "streak". Fortunately pressure turned slowly into pleasure as I discovered the unique feeling of swimming naked, unknown to the passers-by.
I was at first surprised when I later found out about "official" naturism, but thought it was really nice for people to be able to "officially" swim au naturel without getting into trouble. It didn't take long to be convinced that swimwear had no purpose; if you've got 95% of your body on show, why cover a small part of it? We all know what the whole body looks like and we're all the same.
gav