The shores in the sun. to walk in the most natural and nudist manner possible, like it was supposed to be be. With no spirit to attention. their were hundreds others approximately
However they also were swimming carefree in this amazing spot, observing schools of fish swim by, and speaking to every other like they were best friends. Others were outside walking on the fine white sands of the seashore. We were discussing and unashamed, floating and swimming readily in the wonderful azure waters of the bay, the sun warming us with its extreme life giving rays from above. Gone were the issues I’ve had in days gone by using a swimsuit filling up with air and sand and binding in the worst potential of manners. It was amazing not to need to sit down in a soggy swimsuit for a change. Walking down the shore couldn’t have been simpler because even though we all seemed a little different, we were all actually the same, with no racial, social or sexual obstacles to beat.
My wife on the other hand was a bit uneasy to say the least. Inside my heart I know she’d have loved it if she’d have attempted it, but there were too many problems for her to beat before she could vindicate dropping her body armor. You could say it’s the taboos someone has drilled into her head for a long time, the body is poor, and seeing it’s a sin,or something. ( I do not actually know anyplace that this is backed up by facts!)
You could say she’s a little set in her manners or a little hard headed. You could say she just believed naked was indecent and lewd, and consistently sexual in content. I think I’m fortunate to join the 10% or so who may be slightly more receptive to these not so new thoughts.
The Natural One