I’m a nudist. Not the “bring-the-family-and-build-sandcastles-with-the-kids-minus-a-bathing-suit” nudist, but the “bonafide-microkini-when-I-have-to-adult-fit-erotically-motivated-straight-male who goes nude for the same reasons a ‘naturist’ does, but admits that nudism adds a sexually stimulating component to one’s life”, type of nudist! I’ve been that way since I graduated from high school and have spent many years at nude beaches and resorts throughout Southern California. I’ve seen many things over the years and even had the opportunity to indulge from time to time, but until now I’ve never thought to commit any experiences to print.
The vast majority of the time, visits to the beach for me are specifically to work on my tan and just relax. But once in a rare while, something exceptional happens that is worth writing about. I thought about naming these articles something nudist related, but so many of the experiences involve microkini and/or thong swimwear that I’ll just stick to the name “Microkini Chronicles”.
The really interesting experiences began one weekday morning in the early fall of 1985. I found myself with a very warm day-off and no reason not to go to the beach. While I’d been into nudism for about four years, I was also into thongs and g-strings and on this particular day decided to visit a beach just south of Corona Del Mar that was not actually a nude beach, but did offer enough seclusion for straight guy to go thonging and maybe nude without drawing any unwanted attention or offending any of the typical Orange County prudes. Sadly, this beautiful little cove now has a golf course and several multi-million dollar homes perched above it.
I arrived early and set in for a glorious day of solo tanning, or so I thought. I must have dozed off because I didn’t see or hear anyone coming down the cliff or setting into the sand but when my vision regained its focus, I looked to my right and saw a fantastic little blonde sitting in the sun about 20 yards away. To my utter delight, she was clad only in a small black thong and was clearly not concerned that her pert breasts were exposed to my gaze. We exchanged smiles and glances for better than an hour and I finally decided to do something very uncharacteristic for me and actually approach her. I figured that since we were the only people on the beach, were both wearing small black thongs and were checking each other out that we were at least of like mind.
“I’m Greg,” I said, hand outreached and smiling. Her gaze was clearly fixed on my crotch.
“Kelly,” she responded, shaking my hand and flashing a near perfect smile.
“I don’t mean to bother you, but I would’ve hated myself if I hadn’t at least come over to say hello,” I said, knowing full well that I was hoping to get to know her better. Much better!
“I’m glad you did. I never see anybody on this beach and definitely never a cute guy in a thong,” she said pulling her sunglasses down for a better look.
We sat and small talked for quite awhile before she finally asked me to bring over my things and sit next to her on the sand. Once I did, we continued making small talk with strong sexual tension in the air. She told me that she was twenty-one years old, had a bummer-of-a-boyfriend that hated the beach and that she hated her job as a waitress. Somewhere along the line, the subject of our conversation began to take a sexual turn.
We soon talking about loosing our virginity and what we liked and didn’t like, but it wasn’t until she told me about how she’d had a ménage-a-trois with two other women the night before that I began to get a bit aroused. My thongs are very small and offer barely enough coverage to conceal me when soft and I knew from experience that as Kelly spoke in detail about her previous night’s experience, it was only a matter of time before she was going to notice my “state”. Soon enough, and telling from her sly smile, my fears were warranted as I glanced down to see nearly half of my erection sticking out of the side of my thong.
