Author's note:
Hey yall! I'm here for the second chapter. The three comments of positive feedback from the first chapter was enough to make me keep going.
One comment talked about how it is nice to see an E&V story that doesn't end in a gang bang and for people looking for that, I'm the same. Sexual assault is a big no for me, and I try to write mostly about the positive feeling and, maybe later at the story, about some exhibitionist feelings that may rise from the situation.
About the comment on tightening up on spelling and grammar, it is something I try to be mindful of, and thanks for bringing that up. English isn't my first language and I do plan on getting an editor if I decide to self publish this. But I do not want to use the volunteer editors from this site. In case I do end up publishing it, it will feel dishonest from my part. For now, I'll try to do it myself. Thank you all for being patient.
Chapter 2: Brave Woman
The last few weeks, Sophie spent all the time she was at naked. It came to the point that it felt natural, and she couldn't wait to get home from work and undress. She never dressed again, not even for delivery. She went on a buying spree to fuel her new nudist life. Things like sunscreen and a bag to carry her stuff, but also a pack of small black towels. She had read that you should always cover your seat before seating, and black seemed like the obvious choice, to better hide any possible stain. They were barely big enough to cover the front of her body, but they were perfect to cover a seat.
She saw Phillip a few more times. They usually stood at her door, talking for a couple of minutes before he had to go. She was always nervous to do so. She would see a neighbor passing by, sometimes, not sure if they saw her. What she initially thought as flirting with Phillip had toned down to casual, friendly conversations. Honestly, she was glad about it. She really liked having a casual friend to talk to while naked.
That doesn't mean she didn't have any naked friends. Liza, one of her closest friends, visited a couple times. Liza has been a nudist for a long time and only gets dressed when she absolutely needs to. Sophie was used to seeing her naked, and having her there helped with some of her anxieties about her nudity.
It was Sunday and Liza had just parked outside. Sophie heard her car and could see her walking to her front door from her window. She was dressed in a crocheted beach dress. Today, the two of them would be going to a nearby nude beach.
Sophie was still naked. She rushed downstairs and got to the front door just in time to hear the doorbell, and immediately opened it.
"Sophieeee!" Liza screamed, and gave Sophie a hug before they had time to close the door. "You are doing it!"
She stepped back and noticed Sophie's lack of attire. "Are you ready to go?" She sounded so nonchalant about it Sophie almost considered the idea.
"Not yet. I have to get dressed."
"You are just going to get naked anyway."
"Yeah, but I can't go out naked. Not yet. I mean, you are dressed and..." Sophie finally looked down. The beach dress had a lot of wide gaps and barely any strings. I covered very little of whatever was under it. And what was under it was a clearly naked Liza. "You aren't wearing anything under that?"
"Why would I? We are gonna get naked anyway."
"Sure, but we will have to walk through dressed people."
"And..?"
She had a good point. Sophie knew she did. "I'm not there yet."
"I know. It's ok."
"I'll go get dressed. Make yourself at home." With that she left to her room. She looked at the attire she had chosen. A one-piece swim suit, a beach dress and a sarong. The swim suit felt stupid now. She wasn't going to use it for swimming. She could just go with the beach dress. A light yellow one, that wasn't very transparent and flowed really nice on the wind. But the sarong could cover as much of her as the dress, and packing more clothing to get naked felt unneeded and too much to take care of later.
When she came out, she was wrapped around her sarong, one with yellow and blue patterns that was big enough to cover from her chest to the middle of her thigh.
"Ready?" Liza seemed happy to see that, but didn't comment on it. She knew how to make it all seem natural.
They left for the car. This was the first time Sophie was leaving the house naked. She wasn't fully naked, but the sarong offered a weird kind of coverage where she still felt naked with it. And, as she walked, the hem kept creeping upwards, revealing more and more of her legs.
The drive was uneventful. They talked about life and work. Liza was a receptionist, and spent most of her free time dedicated to sports and fitness, her real passion. She was especially proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and she spent almost every week night on the BJJ gym training. All that dedication really showed through her body. She was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders, thick tights and arms, a body shaped like a triangle. Not the super lean kind of muscular, but the ones that are way more focused on strength and healthy. Less body builder and more MMA fighter. Sophie and her friends always theorized that her nudism is just so she can show of the fruits of her hard work.
When they parked their car, Sophie took a second to notice the people around while she left it. The parking lot was getting full, and there were all kinds of people in there. Some of them were clearly going to the nude beach, dressed, like the two friends, in as little as beach dresses, sarong and, in the case of an old couple, nothing at all. Some of the other people looked like they were staying on the dressed part of the beach.
To reach the nude beach, first you have to do a ten-minute walk through the dunes, then 20-something minutes through the textile beach to finally reach a path through some rocks that led to the nude beach. It was surrounded by cliffs from the continent side, which granted some privacy and separation, but also meant you can't access it directly.
The idea of textile and nude beaches was a funny leftover from before public nudity was fully legal. Basically, it meant that if you went to a nude beach, you should be expected to be naked and to see naked people, and if you are on the textile beach, people will be mostly dressed, although there are some people that do go naked anyway.
As they walked through the dunes, Sophie felt the sarong lifting with each step, and she could clearly hear the family behind them.
The mom was exasperated, with comments like "What are they thinking?" and "We have kids here." The kids in question were giggling and the sight of two barely dressed women. The dad was dead silent.
Liza looked at Sophie, and she could see her friend was really taking that into herself. She kept pulling down at the sarong to cover her leg, and was completely silent, with an introspective expression.
"We aren't doing anything wrong."
"Huh?" Sophie seemed to be lost on her own thoughts.
"There is nothing immoral about it. They are the ones villainizing our bodies."
"I guess you are right." Despite agreeing, she didn't seem to shake out the feeling.
"I'll give them something to complain about." Liza said, as she lifted her beach dress over her shoulder and took it out, fully revealing her nude tanned muscular body.
The mom gasped, the kids bursted in laughter. Then they heard a hard slap.
"Oow! I wasn't looking!" The dad complained.
"I saw you. YOU TWO STOP REMOVING YOUR CLOSES!" She yelled at the kids.
The two friends shared a glance with repressed laughter. Sophie seemed to have broken out of her self-hating trance, and Liza was happy for her friend.
This was an all-new experience for Liza, though. She has been to nude beaches hundreds of times, and she has been the only one naked among her friends almost every moment that was sensible. But now she was walking naked among dozens of dressed people. All Sophie could see, though, was a proud strong woman walking like she didn't care.
They finally made it to the textile part of the beach. A bunch of heads turned immediately as the naked women left the vegetation and entered the beach.
"Yo, that girl is naked!"
"Is she a slut or what?"
"You go, girl!"
There were all kinds of reactions to her nudity. Some men seemed to enjoy, some more respectfully than others, some women were clearly upset, some were encouraging. A bunch of people seemed to just don't care, taking a quick glance to see what the fuss was all about and getting back to their own thing.
They finally made it to the rock maze that separated the textile from the nude beach. It was basically some big, scattered rocks with a passage through them. As they made their way, Sophie stopped at the middle of the rocks, in a place where they couldn't see the textile beach anymore, but they could kind of see the nude beach already, with naked people already showing up.
She removed her sarong, placed it on her bag and they continued walking, finally getting to the nude part of the beach.
There were, obviously, naked people everywhere. Also obviously, no one seemed to care about them. They walked to what seemed like a nice spot and placed their stuff, applied sunscreen and lied down.
"I can't believe you are really doing it." Liza started some conversation after they lazily tanned by the sun a little.
"You are doing it to."
"You know I'm not talking about the nude beach."
Sophie knew, but she was delaying talking about it.
