What you're about to read, is true, and is one in a series where I'll share my various real life sexual experiences.
Some of them are exclusively about being a nudist, but some of them are about being an exhibitionist who loves to be nude in public. Others are about the fun of being a nudist/exhibitionist and the fun of being watched and watching others while fucking, eating pussy and having my cock sucked by multiple women.
So to get started I think maybe I'll tell you the story going to the beach when I lived in Florida.
At the time at the time I was in my early 20s and just for everybody to know I'm 6' 1" 190 lbs, with dimpled cheeks, hazel eyes, high cheekbones, a big bright smile from a mouth filled with teeth. I had blonde hair that was streaked by the sun that came down to my shoulders. I worked out quite a bit, and was told I had a swimmer's body with wide shoulders, a flat stomach strong thighs and long legs. I was playing in bands as a lead vocalist, lead guitarist, so I had my days free. And that meant I had my days naked. If I didn't have to, I never put on clothes ever. I'd wake up nude, eat breakfast, swim and lay out naked all day. I'd get bored, so sometimes I'd ride my motorcycle in the nude (tricky but fun, easier at night for sure). I would go to the convenience store naked, wander over to the girly magazine shelf, and buy Penthouse or Hustler with a raging hard on, all the while stroking it and saying that I was "practicing" for later while I was looking at the centerfold. I had ZERO tanlines, something that would end up with me telling my girlfriends that I was a nudist. I always loved to see their reactions and them picturing me naked somewhere, anywhere, all the time if possible. Oh, and before you ask, no, I never got arrested, not once. Not even a close call. Lucky? Damn straight and that only made me want to do it more.
I hadn't started shaving off my pubic hair at the time, so I had a blond man-bush above my cock. In those days I trimmed it down though so it was basically was no thicker than my eyebrows. Accenting that I had overly filled balls below my thick 8 inch cock.
Once I got over the teenage insecurity, and realized how lucky I was to have this body, I wanted to show it off wherever and when ever possible. And boy oh boy, did I ever.
So my summer routine was as follows. Wake up naked. Make breakfast. Pack a bag, suntan lotion, lube, sunglasses and a Radio. Jump in the car naked, and head out. No shoes, no shirt, no nothing. One hundred percent naked means zero percent coverage of any kind. Plus, being totally naked means that you can really feel the sand under your feet as you walk on the beach.
Next I'd go to the nearby Walmart. Wrap a towel around me for coverage, (it's a WalMart, have you seen the shit people wear in WalMart?) Steal a pair of women's panties that I would wear as a bathing suit (since it was going to be something I would throw away after my adventure). And head out on the drive.
The drive was 40 miles to the beach, which I did naked of course. My car didn't have air-conditioning so I would drive with the windows open and the sunroof open. I'm then totally nude on the way, hoping drivers see me would enjoy the view. At the time my hormones were at an all time high, making it nearly impossible for me not to sport an incredibly angry erection.
Somehow I managed not to masturbate the entire way, choosing instead only to stroke my cock to keep it at its hardest as I drove.
I gotta say, for me it's such a turn on in knowing that I'm driving totally nude, windows open, jerking off for mile after mile after mile.
Once I got to the beach there was a parking lot of about 12 spaces where I would find myself wondering if I had the nerve to simply get out of the car naked and walk to the beach.
And... more often than not that's exactly what I did.
The only thing that I would wear were sunglasses but the rest of me was completely nude and on display to anyone that cared to look. Forget the stolen "bathing suit" and into the trash can it would go.
I'd learned that the best time to go was during midweek. This meant the beach was complete almost devoid of other sunworshippers. But I really didn't care, after all I am a nudist/exhibitionist that was only thinking with the head between my legs not above my shoulders.
So walked across the street, onto the path and to the beach.
A quick glance north and south helped me make my choice of which direction I would go. Today there was no one on the beach except me, and that meant I could do anything I wanted all day.
Thinking that I wanted to be far enough away from the beach entry, but not so far up the beach that getting back to my car would be a 3 mile walk, I headed north.
Remember now that it's North Florida just North of St. Augustine so summer temperatures are in the 90s and humidity is equally high and by now I'm not only naked, but I'm covered in sweat. Got it? Blonde, fit, naked and sweaty on the beach.
