The current pulled me down shore, I realized. My hands flew to my crotch, covering myself even though there was nobody to see. I very suddenly felt much more exposed than before. My clothes! Where the hell were my clothes?! I looked around wildly, but no sign of them. However, as I walked up the beach to where I left my clothes, my heart stopped. After a short while the water got cold, and I was ready to get out. I couldn’t believe how nice it felt to swim naked, feeling the cool water on every inch of me. I ran down the shore into the cool water, and dove in. I felt the salt breeze drift over my bare body. I stepped out of them and I was completely naked. In one quick motion, I pulled down my boxer shorts. I hesitated, peering around to make sure I was alone. Excitement mixed with nervousness came over me as I took hold of my waistband. Standing there in just my boxers, I felt very suddenly self-conscious. I quickly removed my hoodie, stripped off my pants, and pulled my t-shirt over my head.
Once I felt like I was far enough from the lot, I put my shoes and socks down. Still, I took off my shoes and socks and trekked down the beach carrying them in hand. The bad news was I didn’t put my contacts in that morning and given the dark it was difficult to see if anyone else was on the beach with me. The good news was it was dark and cloudy, so less chance of me being seen. I locked the car and made my way across the paved lot to the dunes. I wasn’t worried however they’d probably be off soon, and besides the car was so hot boxed that I wasn’t sure you could even see out of it. To my dismay, there was another car in the lot, lights on. It was a perfect night to go skinny dipping. It was late at night by this point, and the weather wasn’t great besides. I was driving home from a late shift, when the thought popped into my head that there was a beach not far from where the house was. I was spending the summer on the coast, staying at my brother’s house while I worked in town. That is until one summer night, I had the sudden urge to go skinny dipping. But however much I fantasized about public nudity, I had only done anything myself maybe once or twice. As I said, I had read all the stories of this type. Until, when I was eighteen, I learned the hard way that anybody can suddenly find themselves naked on the beach, without a stitch of clothing in sight.īy the time I was eighteen I had known I was into exposure and humiliation for a while. But no matter how many times I heard the stories, I never imagined it would actually happen to me. I’m sure we’ve all heard the classic story: guy goes skinny dipping, his clothes go missing somehow, and he’s left butt naked as he frantically searches for his clothes. This is a true recounting of one of my first (and most memorable) experiences with public nudity. I can’t post everything, but I’ll try to help expose some of your embarrassing experiences with the world… If you have a story like this (or just some photos you want to share), my inbox is always open.
I couldn’t get him to send his own photos, but his actual writing was too hot to pass up. This unedited story came from an anonymous follower, and I hope you get just as excited reading this as I did when it arrived in my messages.