Kate's Exhibitionist Journey
Chapter 3 - Breaststroke
In which, despite some nerve-shredding moments, Kate's nude beach trip comes to a mostly satisfying end.
I stood frozen in place with the cool water of the sea lapping at my toes.
The chilly temperature merely added to the tingling sensation spreading through my naked body at that moment. I did my best to try and quell the rising sense of arousal I was feeling at the situation I was in. I dared not look back, but I knew I was a good distance from my towel. And from the rest of my belongings. My phone. My car keys. My bag.
My clothes.
In a minor moment of madness, spurred on by my excitement at discovering the key to my recent obsession with nudity, about my developing exhibitionist side, I had left everything I had with me here at the nude beach with two strangers, Lara and Liam. Whoever they were, and whether they appreciated it or not, they now had complete control of my dignity.
What if they'd already gone? I asked myself. I've been standing here with my back turned for long enough. Maybe they've already grabbed my bag and they're halfway back to their car by now. The more I imagined that scene playing out, the more I pictured my reaction to being left stranded and nude like that, the fear, the shame, the humiliation I would feel, the more my arousal grew. I was just glad that I was far enough away from anyone that any signs of how turned on I was wouldn't be noticeable.
What would I even do? Would I have to call the police? And if so, what would I say to them? I imagined the bemused face of the police officer as I explained how I had voluntarily taken all of my clothes off, placed them in a bag with the rest of my possessions, and then voluntarily handed that bag to someone I'd only met half an hour ago, before walking off and leaving them with it. The cringing embarrassment of that scene, of such a humiliating downfall from the highs of the last hour, made my pussy start to throb slightly.
What was wrong with me??
Or maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe the other beachgoers would have mercy on my plight. Perhaps someone would even have some clothes I could borrow. Everyone had been very friendly when I'd arrived, after all. Maybe it was another part of the nudist code to have an emergency outfit in your bag at all times. After all, how many times has a scene played out on TV, where an overconfident man or a naive woman has been talked into skinny dipping, only for their clothes to be stolen the second their defences were down. It was probably an occupational hazard if you're a regular bather at a nude beach. Probably.
My thoughts spiraled as I stood on the cusp of committing to my swim. The one I had been so excited to take. Eventually, the need to know grew too much. I stole a glance behind me.
They were still right where I'd left them. Lara smiled and waved at me, and I found my thoughts instantly switching to naughtily wondering exactly how long she'd spent looking at my bare bottom as I'd been musing on my potentially perilous situation. Liam still lay to her side, his own delightfully exposed rear end turned to the sun as he dried off from his swim.
I smiled back, feeling more relaxed, and then turned back to the shining sea in front of me. Taking the latest in what felt like a never-ending day of deep breaths, I moved forwards, flinching slightly as more and more of my bare skin came into contact with the cold water.
This was fine. They weren't going anywhere. They weren't about to steal my things. So, as the water passed waist-height, I took the plunge and began to swim.
The sensation of swimming nude was wonderful. The cold water blanketing me, coupled with the warm sun still beating down on me overhead, made every second a feeling of delightful contrasts on my exposed skin. And gliding through the water, entirely unencumbered by clothing, felt liberating in a way I'd never have expected.
I usually didn't enjoy swimming in the sea in the UK. When I was abroad, in some sun-kissed Mediterranean paradise, with a warm clear inviting sea to enjoy, that was a different matter. You couldn't get me out of there. But the waters off the coast of the UK were never really warm, clear or inviting, even at the height of summer. Still, I was glad I'd taken the plunge. This was another new experience on what was becoming a day of deliciously compelling firsts. I swam and frolicked and did my best to capture every second of the experience, of the salty water enveloping my body, for posterity in my memory.
I'd only intended to have a quick dip. Just long enough to feel the exhilaration of being so entirely separated from my clothes. But I found myself staying out there longer and longer. Sometimes swimming around, putting my gym-toned body to good use as I cut through the water. Sometimes floating on my back, amused at the sight of my bare breasts breaking through the surface of the water like two perky little nipple-topped islands. Sometimes just treading water, casting a glance back at the beach to ensure that I could still see Lara's bikini-clad form waiting for me.
Before long, as I floated on my back and idly contemplated names for the two boob-shaped islands in front of me, I found myself wondering if there was more to my decision to stay out here. If there was something deeper at play in my subconscious. Another new aspect to this exhibitionist side of me I was only just discovering. Was I still out here, swimming around because I was actually...daring Lara and Liam to take my things?
The more I gazed up at the clear blue sky above me and thought about it, the more that seemed plausible. After all, I'd been a bundle of nerves on my walk down here. Fearful that they'd walk off with my clothes. But if I really was that worried about them, and about any ulterior motive they might have had, I'd have made sure I was in and out of the sea in no time at all, rushing back to the safety of my clothing.
Instead, even though I was checking that they were still there every now and again, I had stayed out here. For far longer than I'd intended to. Was I really daring them to do it? To leave me stranded here, nude? Could I even detect a slight sliver of disappointment inside me each time I glanced back to shore and saw Lara patiently waiting for me to be done?
No. No, that couldn't be it. I was sure that I was wide of the mark with that as I had been earlier, when I'd interpreted my tingle of arousal from Lara's long appreciative looks at my body as a sign that I was attracted to this woman. Instead of it simply being the first clear sign of my love of showing off my nakedness. There was no way I really wanted them to do that to me. I'd be mortified. Humiliated. Utterly ashamed.
So then, why was I still out here swimming? Why had I now spent, as best as I could tell, fifteen minutes or more this far away from my belongings. Enjoying the sensation of having such a distance between me and my clothes?
And why was I starting to get turned on again at the thought of being stranded like that?
I sighed and tried to clear my head. Maybe it was time to call it a day. Before my imagination whipped me up into a frenzy again. Before I--
Oh no.
I looked back towards the shore. To where Lara had been waiting.
And she wasn't there.
In an instant, I went into a blind panic. I stopped floating on my back and thrashed about in shock, as if my brain was in such a tailspin that I'd temporarily forgotten how to swim. Mercifully, I was still close enough to the shore that my feet eventually touched the sand below the water. I'm not sure I could've handled the humiliation of being hauled nude from the water by a lifeguard on top of everything else that was happening.
But she'd gone. She'd definitely gone. My worst fear had come true. I started to make for the shore, feeling myself starting to hyperventilate. I was all alone, completely naked, hundreds of miles from home, without any means of--
Oh wait, there she was.
I saw the familiar sight of Lara, in her bikini and sarong, walking back towards the spot I'd left her, carrying a couple of ice creams. Now I was closer to the shore, I could also see Liam's nude form, still drying off on Lara's towel.
I flushed again. Feeling so flustered and a tad embarrassed at my reaction. I also felt a sense of relief that my worst nightmare hadn't transpired. Or...was it a sense of disappointment that my wildest fantasy hadn't transpired?
