A story about how Denise came to enjoy being naked in public.
... A little background:
At the beginning of this saga, I was divorced guy who always had a thing for nudity, mainly to voyeur the female body. Strange as it may sound, just reading the words naked or nude sets off a little tingle within me. Beyond simple nudity, I had always been particularly intrigued by nude beaches. Intrigued I guess, because I found it exciting to see the average every-day women enjoying themselves in a public atmosphere while completely nude. It all just seems so socially unacceptable, so wrong, yet somehow being so very, very right. To me, a nude beach seemed to be a perfect atmosphere to relax and play.
And I'm sure I have a bit of exhibitionist in me, which is another reason why the nude beach scenario has always fascinated me. That is, I would never feel comfortable while shocking or upsetting anyone with my nudity, but at a nude beach, well, it is the norm.
But up until that point in my life the opportunity to explore the nude beach experience had never presented itself. At the time there were no legal nude beaches in my area. And a nudist resort was out of the question with no one to enjoy it with. Until Denise came along, neither my first wife nor anyone I ever dated showed any desire to participate in any such activities.
... The nude beach:
Then I heard about a remote beach in our area that saw some very limited and discreet nude use. The following summer I took a long hike down toward that beach and voile!
Sure enough I saw what appeared to be some naked people widely scattered throughout the dunes lying or sitting out in the sun. The beach was very wide in that area, so the average beachcomber or fisherman along the shore might not realize there were nude sunbathers in or near the dunes. But a curious person with a sharp eye would surely notice the overabundance of bronze skin. It looked like paradise to me. But as a single male, I wouldn't have been comfortable getting naked just then and there without a partner.
That following weekend I took my then-girlfriend Lisa to that are without first giving her any hint of what to expect. That did not work out well, but it wasn't unexpected. The reason I hadn't prepped her on what she might encounter, was that Lisa was a major prude. It was a shame for us guys that she was such a prude, since she had a killer body with huge tits. Lisa was built a bit too round and full to be considered thin, but I'd consider her perfectly proportioned considering her D+ tits that stood right up there. She had no trouble getting naked in the bedroom, and loved sex, but nothing more than that. Turtle neck sweaters and buttoned-to-the top blouses were her normal attire. I had hoped that she might see things differently in such a remote beach area, and hoped that I might have persuaded her out of her prude-shell. But there was not a chance of that happening. It was in my estimation, a real crime for her not share that that most desirable body with the world.
Even after Lisa and I found a spot far from others, with no one in direct view of us, she refused to even put down a blanket and sit with me while wearing her matronly one-piece bathing suit. She was very upset that I would even bring her to such a place. But from my perspective, nothing ventured, nothing lost. Because if I had told her we were going to a beach that had discreet nudity, she would have simply refused to go. Things were never the same between us after that day.
... Denise is a breath of fresh air:
The following spring I met Denise, a most beautiful young lady. I thought and hoped that I had finally found that someone special. Unlike Lisa, Denise dressed a bit sexier and was a much more open-minded person, and was more imaginative in the bedroom. I was really, really getting to like Denise.
It was obvious that Denise enjoyed showing off some cleavage and her long legs. With summer approaching, we had an unusually warm day. I met Denise for lunch at an outdoor café. When I arrived, Denise was already seated. Since it was a work day, Denise was wearing her normal business attire. She was looking wonderful as usual. But it was immediately obvious something was different. Through the thin silky blouse she was wearing, I could clearly see her nipples poking right out there! And the shape of her full, round C-cup breasts was evident. It was evident that she was not wearing a bra.
My first thought was wow! And then I thought how risqué it all seemed to me. While she certainly looked absolutely stunning, I wondered how she felt about showing herself in public, especially outdoors on a bright sunny afternoon with every detail in plain view. I didn't want to make a big deal of it, but complimented her about how especially great she looked while purposely and slowly dropping my eyes down toward her nipples. She smiled and said she thought I'd like the view. Oh yes, no doubt about that!
After ordering our lunch, I asked her how she felt about sharing that wonderful "view" with everyone else at the café. She blushed and said it was fine with her. I told her it a really fine with me too, and she just smiled. That was yet another huge plus for Denise in the "keeper column". Denise was the girl for me.
Photographing a nude woman had always been another dream of mine, a dream I had dabbled in, but was never really fulfilled. That was soon to change. I suggested to Denise that she would be the perfect model for some erotic boudoir photos. When we got started, Denise seemed to be truly enjoying posing for my camera in a nightgown, a teddy, a boa, and a few bras and panties. It was going very well. I soon realized that she beyond just enjoying posing, because she was getting her panties very wet. We fixed that, no more lingerie. After some more fully nude photos, her poses quickly evolved into some very graphic poses which Denise was initiating and thoroughly enjoying. Wow!
But about that time, I put the camera aside. I just had to taste her juices. As much as I wanted to take many, many more photos, my libido got the best of me. So began another sex-fest-evening. So it turned out that Denise was the perfect nude model. Excellent! I love this woman!
Now that summer was approaching the time had come for a trip to the beach. Yes, that beach. But would Denise be up for a trip to that nude beach? I expected she would, knowing the way Denise liked to dress, how comfortable she was being nude for the camera, and her liberal attitude toward nudity in general. So I laid out the plan. She seemed to be more concerned about the long hike to the beach than the nude factor! Yes, I really, really love this woman.
So off we went, hiking down the beach for a mile or two. And when we came to that spot, I was pleasantly surprised that there seemed to be more people around than the previous summer, and they seemed to be slightly more bold in terms of being seen from the shoreline. A few folks were lying out on the open beach up against the dunes, but still far from the shoreline.
I really enjoyed walking into the dunes with beautiful Denise, knowing that we were on the threshold of getting nude in the great outdoors. We were hopefully about to become nudists-in-training. Denise seemed to take the whole atmosphere in stride. We found a little spot by ourselves and I got naked, and Denise removed her top, her great C-cup tits seeing sunlight for the very first time. Shortly thereafter, she slipped off her bottoms, and there we were, naked under the sun. It was a most excellent afternoon indeed. As might be expected, the occasional passerby, aka gawker, would come near us which made Denise a little uncomfortable. She was quick to roll over so as not to be totally exposed. But all in all, it was a perfect day.
