My nude beach experiences began a number of years past; strangely enough

, it was my mom who talked me into accompanying her to one of them when we were in France. However, the storyline I’d like to share is all about my other company, a hot Italian girl by name Clarissa. But I would like to begin from the beginning.
Everything began with a Facebook telling saying that I had a new friend request from a girl I couldnt recall. Skimming through her profile (the profile image featured to hugging girls, so I had hard time figuring out who was the one that needed to be buddies with me), I shortly found that she was interested in women. I snorted with surprise, but then I found myself thinking that my thrills could only partly be accounted for by surprise
I am not exactly AC/DC, as they say, but I definitely had this run in me – for one, it has always become the beauty of a womans body that consistently excited me the most. I really could stare at pictures of naked females, but male nudity just wouldnt get me away, knowing what I mean.
Evidently, the adventuresome element of me nagged to support that request, which I did. turned out to be an extremely outgoing and friendly individual; I never detected a couple of hours whiling away in an animated chat. I was both excited and intrigued and undoubtedly flattered – I ‘d have never dared to approach another girl, but being liked by a fine individual of a shown homosexuality got me higher than I believed it could.
Omitting the elements Ill just mention that we became virtual friends quite easily, and we’re friends till this very day. I found pretty quick that I was neither homosexual no bisexual, so it never functioned between us on the more intimate level. But we spent some great time while nude beachs was trying to work out whose side I was on, and we spent it by the seaside in Croatia.
I let myself just go together with the stream when Clarissa encouraged me to join her during the past week of August. We started off by skinny dipping and sunbathing on the leased, but after a couple of days we found out that our camp was located within proximity of a valid nude beach. I was more than OK with taking my nudity out and walking it with my head held high, hand in hand with my new girlfriend.
Here I should say that before that minute I didnt have sex with Clarissa; she was courting me, yes, but wed never as much as kissed. However , as soon as we appeared on the nude beach together it was like a demons doing, Im telling you! I guess to me nudism has always been connected to a urge to impress, to be a startler as well as the talk of the town; but with virtually everybody else naked around me on a nude beach it was sort of hard to impress the community with my nudity.

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So I nearly intuitively changed to the plan B, which was bringing attention with my alleged bisexuality.
I got all naughty and equivocal while helping Clarissa out of her shorts, I volunteered to take off her bikini bottom for her, I willingly and quite enthusiastically rubbed the sunblock into the soft skin on her back and all the way down! My hands reached to her abdomen and then I touched her breasts after an instant of reluctance. And it undoubtedly did what it was supposed to – everybody else on the seashore was staring at us, both men and women!
I got off as difficult as a girl can. This didn’t pass unnoticed to Clarissa, and she played up my melody. It was like being exposed on a vast scene under the open heavens. I felt like a movie star, seriously. And I’m pretty happy about what happened later that day (and that night!).
And now it gives me grounds to smile strangely every time they talk about lesbians – and I feel like the world revolves around me, once again!

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