Saunas generally have outdoor sections, since being naked outdoors is also wonderfully enjoyable. Bare skin exposed to sun can feel exquisite, as can the feel of rain, or of mist swirling while sitting in a heated pool in winter. However, enjoyable though it is, it still lacks the freedom of a nude beach.
A couple of people from work went with my wife and I to try out a new inflatable canoe many years ago. The weather was picture perfect, even if inflating the canoe was a bit of a chore. The lake was an old quarry, not an official swimming area, but one that everyone in the region knew about. We paddled along the shore slowly, and after circling over half the length, we could see grassy areas, compared to the tree lined slopes on the other side.
As we went by the third such area, the grassy shore at eye height, a nude woman roughly our age was revealed, laying on her back. Legs slightly open, light blond pubic hair framing her pussy, breasts with noticeable nipples visible. The sight was completely unexpected, the first time seeing an unknown woman fully nude, the sun shining on her lightly tanned skin. The canoe gliding along helped keep everything polite, making it impossible to stare after a brief moment. There were several other people behind her, and it was clear that she was unconcerned that anyone could see her on her back, legs lightly spread as she relaxed.
An attitude easy to understand even then, as being naked means people see you naked. At some point, there is simply no concern about who may see. Or who you see. At least after having curiosity satisfied. Watching someone you know dress or undress can be enjoyable in a way that doing the same with a stranger is at least possibly rude. This basic level of politeness - or at a minimum, awareness - is expected from visitors at a local place.
My first major experiences being naked in public with others outdoors was at a nude beach on the Atlantic Coast. My wife had first been topless here when a teenager - and had seriously sunburned her nipples. A lesson I took to heart, making sure to use lots of suntan lotion everywhere. Though not on the beach - the house was right across the street from the beach, and I would put lotion on inside. It just seemed a better way to avoid any awkwardness.
After the first few days, our tans developing nicely, hanging out naked was becoming familiar. We were early in the season, and though the weather and water were ideal, the beach remained fairly empty. I also learned from memorable experience not to go body surfing naked where the beach hag a section of small stones instead of sand. The first week even included hanging out with an older nudist couple, sharing an umbrella.
Walking on our first Friday morning around 10am along the beach, covering the mile between the nude beach section and a cluster of hotels and restaurants, I saw two women in the softer surf between the sandbar and actual beach. The stretch was essentially deserted this early, though I thought the beach conditions perfect. While approaching from higher up on the sloping beach, it became apparent that they were quite intimately connected. The water was not clear, with only their bare shoulders consistently above the water. However, there were more than occasional glimpses of bare nipples as the swells rose and fell, and a couple of exceptional swells that showed they were not wearing bottoms either..
At my closest distance, the expressions on both faces were blissful, eyes closed. Even now, I am still not sure what they were precisely doing together in the water, but when walking back, they were both lying naked on their shared towels, clearly a couple.
This was my first introduction to the differences between a beach and a sauna. In such a setting, nature has more opportunity to take its course, with no one in charge. Though I did not see other couples in such intriguing circumstances that vacation, it became easier to detect certain undercurrents. Especially during the second week, as the beach began to grow more crowded, and my wife's father and his second wife arrived to share the beach house.
Janet was in her mid-50s, with a round feminine figure and strikingly large breasts. They attracted attention, a fact that she happily participated in, going braless while wearing shirts that often revealed a gorgeous view. Such as button shirts, which often had either a nice gap to see some boob, or were buttoned in a less than covering fashion. There was little question that she radiated a certain sexual lure, something my wife did not appreciate. Though we did talk about it, more than occasionally as I stroked my cock.
The subject was a bit off center even if tempting. First, we were talking about the woman her father was fucking - and even back then, it was fairly obvious they were not a monogamous pair. Second, regardless of how I found Janet in a narrow physical sense, the complications were just too much to deal with, even if only potentially. I prefer a certain straightforward simplicity when dealing with sex, and sharing a man with the woman her father fucked was just too much for my wife. In part because she really did have a problem with Janet's fairly loose attitude towards sex, finding it improper.
In the end, this did not matter to me, and if the temptation was there, keeping it in the background was simple. Most definitely when my wife was around, which was most of the time - which made easier most of the time, though the way Janet flirted when my wife was not around had a certain appeal too.
Another thing my wife did not approve of was how Janet drank wine regularly, undoubtedly in connection with just how available she seemed to become after a couple of glasses of wine. Not just for men, as Janet was quite interested in women. Including, more than a bit awkwardly, my wife too on a couple of quite drunken occasions when it was clear that Janet was not only flirting with me. We both knew what was going on, in part because we had already seen Janet and another women in vacation pictures - including being naked in a room, in close contact. The pictures also showed one of her husband's friends, and were taken by Janet's husband.
This had all taken place several years before this vacation, with the situation having settled down adequately over time. Janet still flirted, but she seemed unable not to - it was just how she was. Making for an interesting contrast on the beach. Naked and in public, she felt no need to do anything to attract attention. Admittedly, she did attract attention from my wife and I from the first time we saw her naked. Her full mature figure was in contrast to my wife's, with Janet's figure being the type my wife preferred for women. The first couple of times she undressed we would try to not pay attention, but she generally caught and held our glances.
Lying on her mat, she would often have a similar position to the first nudist woman unexpectedly seen several years ago, but unlike that first glimpse, I was able to enjoy the view fully, multiple times. Along with seeing how her breasts would hang as she rested on her elbows next to me. When my wife was not around, her chatting would get more than a bit risque, to the point of causing my cock to stir.
A fact later shared in bed after that first day seeing Janet's naked paleness outdoors on a gorgeous summer day. Though my wife disapproved of drinking, it did not mean she would not get drunk - and quite horny. The sun set quite late, the sky still light when opening a couple of the bottles of wine they had brought. We all drank fairly quickly from the start. Janet had taken a shower, sitting with us at the table wearing only an open bathrobe. Unusually, my wife made no objection as we chatted and drank. We went to bed after them, but only by a couple of minutes, after straightening things up. Including my wife drinking the last wine from the bottle, a sing pf just how loose she was
