Chapter 14 Four Boobs

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 14 - Four Boobs

In which Kate takes another trip to the beach where it all began, and temporarily finds herself switching from nude mentee to nude mentor.

The old place hadn't changed a bit.

Granted, it had only been a couple of months since I had last been here, and it was just a sandy beach on the British coast, so it really shouldn't have changed. Still, as I stood on the seafront and gazed happily at the sand dunes in the distance, my mind was filled with thoughts of just how far I had come since I had last been here.

This was where it all began, after all. Well, technically it began back in my apartment, when my towel had fallen off as I'd been making breakfast. Or even when I'd watched that episode of Friends with nude Rachel hanging out by herself. WWRGD, and all of that. But this was where I had taken my first proper step on my exhibitionist journey. Where I'd first stripped my clothes off in front of a group of strangers. Where I'd walked right to the top of those dunes, a bundle of nervous energy, and then gotten completely nude on the other side, in the delightful seclusion of the nudist area. Where I had first met Lara and Liam, where I had first felt my exhibitionist needs being stimulated as the bikini-clad Lara had flagrantly stared at my bare body, and where I had first started to push myself into more daring adventures, when I had gone for a swim and left all of my clothes behind in their possession.

And now I was back here. No longer a nervous first-time exhibitionist, but almost a seasoned professional. In the couple of months I'd been away, I had found ways to be nude in front of so many people, both friends and strangers, for hours or even days at a time. I had felt them drinking in my naked form, I had encouraged them to touch my bare skin, I had even had them pleasuring my body, rubbing my clit, tweaking my nipples, spanking my bottom, eating my pussy. Oh, Kate, you've grown so much!

I hadn't returned here for the beach itself, in truth. This was just an...added bonus. I was here to meet Lara, after she had called me up while I was in the middle of my, um, session with Veronica. The, um, lesbian domme. Statements like that one just served to underline quite how far I'd come since my first trip here. I felt myself blush as I recalled how I had ended that session nude, on my hands and knees, gleefully worshipping a woman's pussy with my mouth for the first time in my life. Yes, I'd come a long way indeed...

Still, I had called Lara back, and we arranged to meet up. Even though she still had no idea that I lived three hours away in London, and I'd only gone along with her theory that I lived locally to cover for the fact that I'd travelled so far, by myself, just to strip naked in public.

I'd agreed to meet up after promising myself that I'd tell her the truth. And it seemed only right to do that in person. I'd hoped that she'd want to meet for a coffee, or for lunch, giving me a chance to make it a day trip. But instead, she had invited me round to her house for drinks in the evening, and bereft of an excuse as to why I couldn't do that (aside from the fact that I lived three hours drive away), I had ended up turning my swift truth-telling tour into a weekend away. I'd booked a night in the cheapest hotel I could find online, packed an overnight bag, and driven here on Saturday morning. And the fact that my early arrival, with Lara not expecting me until this evening, meant that I had a few hours to spend nude on the beach? Well, that was just a happy coincidence, obviously. Tee hee!

I wasn't sure if I'd actually enjoy my afternoon here, truth be told. I'd grown bored of just being one naked person in a sea of naked people the first time around, and only began to enjoy myself when Lara had appeared to stimulate my exhibitionist side. And since then, my adventures had escalated a long way past just being looked at. But it seemed silly not to at least give it a go. Especially as I was still eager to find ways to keep my nude experiences going without having to arrange more costly visits to Veronica and her tantalising world of soft domination. Worst case scenario, I'd just have to put my clothes back on and pootle around town for a few hours, eating fish and chips. Gym-toned stomach be damned.

I'd parked up a little further away from the dunes than my previous visit, but once I crossed the road onto the soft sandy beach, I began to strip immediately. Only down to my bikini, you understand, popping my dress and flip-flops into my shoulder bag. I didn't want to go too far too soon while I was still in the non-nude section of the seafront. But still, it felt instantly refreshing to feel more of the sun on my skin.

I set off across the sand with a skip in my step. Even though it was getting towards the end of the brief British summer, and there was a slight chill in the air, the beach was packed with Saturday visitors, much busier than my previous weekday trip. But I easily picked my way through the crowds, with my focus entirely on the dunes up ahead, and my mind already eagerly contemplating stripping my bikini off and baring my body to the world again.

I remembered how, on my last visit here, I had nervously stepped across this same beach. How I had felt like everyone I passed was staring at me, seeing where I was heading and judging me for what I was about to do. I recalled how my legs had been shaking as I had reached the dunes. How my heart had fluttered as I had ascended. How my whole body had shivered as I had tentatively peeled off my bikini top and yanked down my bottoms. And how all of my worries had been for nothing after I had seen how little interest any of the other nude beachgoers had in just another naked girl standing up on the dunes.

This time, after everything else I had experienced, there were no such nerves. I didn't care if people were staring or judging me as I headed straight for the designated nude area. I just smiled and walked on, bare feet on warm sand, proud and happy with what I was doing. I'd experienced enough now, both endured and enjoyed enough delightful exposures and thrilling humiliations, that spending a few hours sunbathing nude on a nudist beach wasn't something I was about to feel ashamed about.

I walked past the sign without stopping. The one at the base of the dunes that had caused me such trepidation the last time I was here. No fully clothed groups permitted past this point? Well, you've got no worries there, I thought to myself with a quiet giggle.

As I reached the top of the incline, wondering how quickly I would dare to cast the rest of my clothing aside on the other side, I was surprised to see a young woman sitting on the sand. I hadn't seen her when I'd started my ascent, and she hadn't been walking up with me. I assumed she must've come back from the other side. I smiled as I walked past, and thought nothing more of it. Then, I heard her call after me.

"Um...excuse me?"

I paused, just short of the summit and the nudity beyond, and turned back to where she now stood and dusted the sand from her patterned dress, before looking at me a little nervously. She looked barely a day over 20, and stood a little shorter than me, with long dark brown hair that hung down past her shoulders. She also had a lovely dimpled face, not that I was interested in girls like th--Ah, who was I kidding, at this point? She was very pretty, ok?

"S--Sorry," she stammered, gesturing to the other side of the dune, "But, um, do you know that's a...?"

I saw her face flush, like she couldn't bring herself to admit to what was over there. If she had come back over from the other side, she didn't strike me as a seasoned nudist.

"A...nude beach?" I asked with a smile, "Yes, I know."

"Oh," she replied, her eyes widening slightly, "I--I see. And, um, you're...actually going to--?"

She flushed deeper and stopped herself, squirming slightly on the spot. I found myself regarding this younger woman with more curiosity. What was her deal? Why was she so shocked by the concept of the nude beach if she'd just come from over there?

"Sorry," she managed again, not looking any less flustered, "It's, ugh, this is so stupid..."

"What is it?" I offered gently, still confused.

"Ok," she sighed after a moment, "It's just...it's my boyfriend."

"Oh. Is he over there?" I asked, gesturing to the dunes.

"No, no," she shook her head, pointing back down at the non-nude beach below us, "He's down there, somewhere. It's--He's been teasing me a lot recently, you see? Saying that I'm too cautious. Too boring. That I never take any risks."

"Well, that's not very nice."

"I mean, he's only teasing, I suppose. But then...ugh, I dunno, last night, we were at a party, a big student party. We go to uni in the next town down the coast, you see? And, um, I'd had a few drinks. Quite a lot of drinks, I guess. And I knew we were planning on coming here today, and I..."

She sighed again and gestured behind me at what lay beyond the dunes in defeat.

"...I said I'd go take a selfie for him. Over there. Y'know, u--undressed. Out in public. I mean, that's not boring, right? That'd prove I could be exciting. But...I just couldn't. I had to turn back. I...guess I really don't take any risks."

I smiled, now understanding her nervous plight. And suddenly saw something more than just a random young woman in front of me. I...sort of saw myself. Or, at least, the version of myself that had been here at the beach the last time I was here. Scared Kate. Worried Kate. Petrified Kate. Boring Kate. Before my glorious rebirth as a full-blown exhibitionist. And, as she squirmed in the sand in front of me, I felt an urge to help myself--I mean, help her.

"Well," I replied, taking a step towards her and shrugging, "It's really not that scary, you know. Everyone over that side of the dunes are just here to do the same thing everyone on this side is. Just relax, lie back and enjoy the sun. It's just...they get a little bit more undressed when they're doing it."

Even though she still looked nervous, she stifled a guilty giggle.

"Yeah, I saw them," she surreptitiously half-whispered to me, "I was only over that side for a minute, but I saw all the..."

"Penises?" I laughed, eliciting another adorable flushed giggle from her, "I'm sure you did. But you know, it is a little rude to...stare when you're over there."

She suddenly swallowed the giggle and looked more concerned.

"Don't worry," I continued quickly, not wanting to add to her nerves, "I don't think anyone's going to have minded at that distance."

That seemed to relax her a little, but not completely. To my eyes, I could see what she wanted to do, what she wanted to push herself into doing. But maybe I'd need to...mentor her a little. Just like I'd been mentored to push myself by so many others.

"I just couldn't do it," she muttered sadly, "When I got over there. I couldn't, y'know, undress. I felt like some sleazy stripper. Like everyone was looking up at me."

"They weren't. Trust me."

She remained rigid and nervous. So, growing into my mentor role, I took another step towards her and reached out to take her hand. She didn't stop me.

"Hey," I motioned, "Where's your boyfriend exactly? Can he see us up here?"

She looked back down at the crowded beach below. I couldn't tell exactly where her eyes were darting in the sea of people, but she nodded.

"Well," I continued with a casual air, "How about we both go over there together, hmm? It might be easier if you're with someone else? Less scary?"

She looked up at me, still looking unconvinced.

"B--But," she stammered, "I don't think I can--"

"You don't have to," I interrupted with a smile, gesturing down to the sign at the base of the dunes, "Little loophole in the rules that a...friend once introduced me to. No fully clothed groups allowed. So, if you're with someone else, you don't have to go nude if you don't want to. At least, not right away. Besides, for all your boyfriend can see, you're doing what you said you'd do, right? You're taking the risk."

"I told him I'd take a selfie."

"Well," I shrugged, "Who knows. Once you're over there, maybe...that will all seem less scary as well, hmm?"

She stared at me, and I did my best to put on a calm mentor-like expression. Even if I was mentoring someone in how to get naked in public. Frankly, I saw this as a win-win situation. Either I successfully introduced another woman to the joys of casual exhibitionism. Or she would stay clothed, and I'd get the thrill of being nude in the company of another clothed woman, as I had with Lara previously. Oh Kate, I smiled to myself, you're such a clever girl.

"I'm Kate," I added, as I clasped her hand a little tighter.

"Becca," she replied.

"Well, Becca, it's very nice to meet you. Now, let's go, hmm? And don't worry. It'll be fun."

With that, I set off back towards the top of the dune. I half expected her to let go of my hand and hang back. But, to my joy, she walked with me, keeping a tight hold of my hand all the way to the summit. As we crested the top of the dune, I saw a refreshingly familiar sight below. Like the rest of the seafront, the nude beach was busier than my previous visit, which gave me a little frisson of extra excitement in my stomach. But aside from that, it was just as I remembered it. Just a gaggle of nude individuals, couples and groups of all shapes and sizes, lying out in the sun and enjoying their day at the beach.

In an instant, I eagerly snapped into action. I let go of Becca's hand and reached for my bikini top, unfastening it and letting it drop to the sand below. I felt a fresh rush as the sun hit my bare breasts again, and quickly grabbed my bikini briefs with both hands and went to pull them down to complete my transformation. Just as I was about to, I saw Becca's shocked face staring back at me. Just for a moment, I felt a little self-conscious, objectively seeing the slightly odd fact that I had immediately started taking all my clothes off in front of another person I barely knew. But, I was a new woman now. A proud exhibitionist who had been through far greater nude indignities than this, so I just smiled back at her as if what I was doing was the most natural thing in the world. Which, I'd argue, it sort of was.

"Like I said," I offered, "No fully clothed groups. So one of us has to take one for the team!"

I chuckled warmly as I pulled my bottoms down, gleefully revealing my freshly waxed pussy to a new audience. Becca just stared, open mouthed, as she found herself confronted by a completely nude woman up close.

"O--Oh," she managed to stammer, "R--Right. Of course."

I casually gathered my clothes and placed them into my bag. Then, I hoisted it up on my bare shoulder, and held my hand back out to the still visibly nervous woman.

"Come on then," I said, "Let's go find a good spot."

For a second, it looked like this had gotten too much. Like I'd pushed things too far too soon in my fledgling mentor role. As if Becca was about to turn around, run back to her boyfriend, and tell him about this weird woman she just met who had stripped her clothes off in front of her without warning. But instead, and to my delight, she took my hand and smiled, her gaze then momentarily drifting down to my bare body and giving me an instant giddy thrill.

And we walked on down the dune, hand in hand. Becca still in her summer dress and sandals. And me in nothing at all.

*****

We found a spot a short distance away from any of the other groups after a walk through the rest of the visitors to the beach. Much like last time, there were more men than women on the beach. And a lot of the women were still either in a swimsuit or topless at most, while the men were happy to show everything off. And my new companion seemed happy to take everything in. I had to subtly cough a couple of times when I saw her staring a little too long at some of the larger penises we passed. We were also, as I had been before, probably the youngest people here. It seemed like being a nudist in the UK was still predominantly a middle-aged pursuit. Maybe I could change that, I thought, one Becca at a time.

I lay out my towel and settled down to bask in the sun, and Becca awkwardly sat down next to me. She hadn't brought a towel of her own, only carrying a small purse with her, so we were forced to share.

After a moment or two, I noted that she was now resolutely staring at me, as I lay nude next to her. I didn't know if she thought she was being subtle or not, but it was clear that her eyes were flitting up and down my body, pausing for some time on my breasts and my pussy on each pass. I felt a fresh tingle each time she did it, not minding someone like her breaking the 'no staring' rule with my own body. But I could also see that she was still nervous, curled up fully clothed next to me. After indulging my love of being seen to be nude for a few more delightful moments, I decided to push my mentoring side a little further.

"See?" I chuckled at her, "There's nothing to be scared about. It's just like any other beach."

"Not really," she muttered back to me, blushing slightly again as she forced her eyes back up to my face, "I--I mean...you're being so brave."

It wasn't the first time I'd been called that when I'd been on a beach undressed like this. But the last time, I really had been brave. I'd been completely bare on a regular public beach in Spain, miles away from any of my clothes. Again, this felt so simple compared to all that. I was a nude professional now, I reminded myself.

"Not really," I replied with a shrug, "I mean, if I'm brave, then so are all these other people all around here, right?"

Becca tore her attention away from me to glance at the other casually nude beachgoers all around us. I felt the urge to press her a little, now we were here.

"Look," I said, gesturing at her dress, "You've got a bikini on under there, right?"

She turned back to me and nodded.

"Well, how about you just take the dress off and relax a bit, hmm? I mean, you'd be sunbathing in a swimsuit if you were back on the other side of the dunes. There's nothing wrong with that."

She seemed to seriously consider this for a moment. And again, I half-expected her to stand up and literally sprint for the hills. But instead, she nervously sat up on her knees, and then lifted her thin dress up and over her head.

I tried not to break my own no-staring rule, but I found myself taking in the body she revealed underneath the loose-fitting dress. Her black bikini clung to her pale skin, her hips curved out the way I wished mine did under her little briefs, and her full breasts, that looked easily like a D-cup to me, strained against the sturdy top she wore. Not wanting to cause her to have a rush of self-consciousness now she was finally making progress, I snapped my attention back to her face as she fully pulled off the dress and folded it up.

"There," I smiled, taking the folded dress from her and slipping it into my bag, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

She blushed a little again, but smiled and shook her head. I could see that I was starting to get through to her. You're such a good mentor, Kate, I thought to myself, as she slowly lay her bikini-clad down on the towel next to me. We've really made some progress here.

After a few seconds, I saw her gaze flit back to my body. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes off me. And I

loved

it.

"I--I still don't think I could do what you're doing," she admitted, "Being, y'know, nude like that. I still think my boyfriend was right about me. I'm too boring."

I suppressed a fresh smile. Whether it was my desire to mentor her through the process of undressing in public, or whether it was some part of my growing, um, appreciation of the female form that was spurring me on to try and see this buxom young woman shed the rest of her clothes, I was definitely getting the sense that she wanted me to push her further. It was the way that she kept bringing the topic of my nudity up. She wasn't trying to ignore it, or shy away from it, even despite her nervousness. Instead, she was obsessed with it. As if, while she didn't have the courage to strip nude of her own accord, she wanted to keep it in the conversation, because...she wanted me to help her find that courage.