The teenage years were full of dares. Skinnydipping was a favourite and a bit of a fun thrill at times!
In Africa. My brothers and I would climb over the wall in the dark to go Skinnydipping in the public swimming baths when it was closed. If one of us made a noise, we would all run for it, starkers, clutching our clothes. Our hearts a pounding! We never got caught.
On Sidmouth beach. The memories of stripping off under the moonlight and wading into the sea. The chill of the sea water and the feeling that something alive just touched you or might do, made the dare a bigger thrill and sCaRy!
On a public beach in Mexico. Swimming out to sea wearing trunks and goggles, then removing the trucks in the water and placing them behind the goggle strap. Then Swimming around naked with tropical fish in crystal blue water and afterwards the fun of trying to put them back on, without coming out wearing them back to front, inside out or with two legs in one hole ;D
It is never quite the same feeling, Skinnydipping without the DaRe element. When you can legally!
I agree - much better without the dare element right?
got to hold my hand up to a thrill from being naked around clothed people, whether strip poker (oh such university memories), nudist beaches as the sun goes down, skinning dipping in hotel pools late at night...all good fun
let's get naked, its fun