Last fall, Oceanview University's Japanese Students Union organized a barbecue on this grassy field on campus near the cliffs. I don't always go, but a new school year had just started, and I was still kind of in a 'summer' mood. My boyfriend at the time, Ryosuke had been busy working most of the summer, and on campus a lot of the students had gone home, but now that everyone was back, there was an excitement in the air, the promise of new classmates, new friends, new adventure. I told Ryosuke, and he was free that day. My girl friends, Satomi and Asuna also said they'd come. I wasn't sure who all else would be there, but it should be a lot of fun.
Just so I'd have something special to wear, I went shopping at the mall, and bought a new safari outfit: a beige safari blouse with buckles and straps and matching khaki shorts. I already had matching sunglasses, black leather boots and a wide-brimmed straw hat. I had a shower, and tried on the clothes, checking myself in the mirror. My hair was long and brown, my cheeks fresh and clean, my eye make-up perfect. In these clothes, I look like a jungle explorer, Lara Croft or Ruby Roundhouse. Actually, that field is right near the woods, so it kind of made sense to go dressed like this (to me at least).
I went on my own, and when I found the place, the JSU president Kazuo and co. were trying to get a fire started for the barbecue. Kazuo has a very steady look, straight-laced, dependable. There were a whole bunch of other people there, most of whom I didn't know so well. A kind of cute Japanese guy smiled at me, flirting, but I was shy, so I just kind of hung by the fire, waiting. Asuna and Ryosuke eventually showed up, and soon Satomi.
Asuna looked adorable as always, wearing a black dress with a lace up front, not really barbecue wear, but still attractive. Ryosuke was a bit scruffy, unshaven, wearing a white and grey striped sweatshirt, black cargo shorts, runners but no socks, trying to look sporty I guess. Satomi's faced looked nice—red lipstick and pink blush on her eyelids, but was wearing a white long-sleeved top and grey yoga pants, cute I guess.
We hung, and talked for a bit, but all these guys kept giving me the eye, so Ryosuke suggested that the two of us go for a walk. I told Satomi and Asuna I'd be back soon, and then followed Ryosuke across the road to the path that leads through the woods, and then down the cliffs to the nude beach! I was a bit surprised he even knew where it was. I'd been here a few times, with Satomi and Erika and them, but never with Ryosuke. I guess I was a bit worried about what he might do. He seemed calm enough that day, so anyway, down we went clomping on the wooden stairs through the forest.
"You look really cute in that outfit!" he gushed.
"Thanks," I smiled.
Luckily, down on the beach, there weren't that many people, just the scraggly beer-guzzling bikers who seem to come in the off season. Ryosuke ran out to look around, but once he realized that there were no naked women here, he came, and sat down at the edge of the woods far from the water.
I was nervous of course, with those naked guys over there, eyeing me with anticipation, but I'd actually been to this beach quite a few times now.
"Aren't you going to come in swimming?" I asked Ryosuke.
"You go ahead. I'll stay here, and guard our stuff."
I made a peeved face. He was the one who dragged me here, and now he's not even going to get naked? I don't know what he was being all shy about. I'd seen his penis before, and I doubted the bikers would care if he shed his clothes.
I peered down the beach at them. I didn't recognize these particular guys, but I'd met nudist bikers before, the time I came with Satomi. They look kind of scary I guess with their muscles, tattoos and handle bar mustaches, but I don't think they're dangerous. The ones I met reminded me of hippies, you know, into peace, love and all that.
I backed up, and hid in the trees, wondering what to do. The time I came with Satomi, the bikers had come down to talk to us, but with Ryosuke here, I didn't think they would. Ryosuke is not as tall as some guys, but he has a calm confidence, and always protects me. I took a deep breath, and then slowly pulled down my khaki shorts and undies. I could hear the guys whooping it up, but I don't think they could see me yet. Ryosuke looked happy to see me so game. He always gets a kick when I strip naked especially outdoors.
Once I was nude, I stood here for a moment, folding my clothes. Ryosuke was watching, ogling my behind. He had such a funny look on his face.
"What?" I asked.
"No, you look great! Scrumptious actually."
I felt embarrassed, but actually, I was getting a bit excited myself. You are not supposed to have sex on this beach though. The naturist folk hand out pamphlets. I tried to settle down, get my feelings back under control.
To cool down, I headed over to the water's edge. I could hear the bikers laughing, no doubt at me, but they didn't come after me. The water was cool—it was autumn—but I found it exciting, swimming around naked with all those guys watching. I didn't stay in long though. It felt weird being the only girl naked. I waded back out, blushing as they looked on in wonder, obviously impressed by my daring. My arms and legs were maybe a bit more tanned than my midriff, but maybe that was their thing. I never know if you are supposed to cover up. I mean all of them were staring right at me. I vaguely moved to cover my breasts, but then I stumbled on the sand, so basically I just let them look. One guy was laughing, tickled pink that I was letting them see. Most of the other guys were trying to keep a straight face though, just staring at me steely-eyed. I sat down on the sand next to Ryosuke, shivering a bit, more from the excitement than the cold.
"It is pretty amazing how you do that," Ryosuke noted.
"Do what?" I asked, looking around for a towel.
"Run around naked with those guys watching," he guffawed. He realized I might be cold, and noted, "Kazuo has a fire going up at the camp site."
I took that as permission to get dressed, and pulled on my sand-colored safari blouse leaving my bra for the moment. Ryosuke looked down at my pussy with an evil smirk. My fluffy black pubic hair had grown back in, circling my light pink gash which was so wet by now. The thought of sex flashed through my mind again, but there was still no place nearby.
"What?" I asked.
"Here. Stand up!"
I did as he asked, standing up, doing up the two big buttons on the front of my blouse.
"You could go dressed like that!" he beamed.
"What? Go commando?" My first thought was 'No way!' There was a warm breeze blowing in off the ocean, tickling my pussy like crazy.
"It's too windy," I noted.
"Nah, it's fine," he insisted.
I brushed the sand off my bare behind, checking the hem for length. It was true that the flaps below the thick belt do look almost like a skirt. Ryosuke got me to turn around, and show him the back. He calmly pronounced,
"It's long enough. You look normal."
I didn't feel 'fine.' The feeling of the breeze on my nether-regions was driving me crazy.
"I wonder what the bikers would say," I mused. He clearly didn't want me to show them, but I backed up, and peered over at them. They were chatting among themselves, less excited now that I was wearing clothes.
"See. No problem," Ryosuke nodded. I don't think that proved anything, but anyway...
Normally, of course, I would never walk around campus bottomless. Thinking about it rationally, I go to school here. People know me. The real problem was not even my safari jacket, which may or may not be long enough, but more how nervous and excited I was getting. There were a lot of cute guys up at the top of the hill, and to walk among them dressed like this... Even just the thought of it was getting me horny.
Ryosuke stood up, and packed up his things.
"Come on. Let's go!" he repeated.
"Really?" I asked again, shielding my eyes from the sun, as a gust of wind blew in, making me shiver.
"Sure. It'll be fine. You'll see."
I didn't really think so, but anyway, I got out my flip-flops, and against my better judgment, stuffed my bra, boots, shorts and panties into my bag. I pulled my sunglasses and straw hat back on, trying to hide my face, which was probably blushing. Ryosuke nodded for me to give him my bag, so I did. At least I'd have my hands free. I sure hope I don't live to regret this. Ryosuke kept nodding that everything would be OK, but he was clearly very excited too. His wiener was sticking out, so he adjusted his cargo shorts.
