I grew up near to and went to university in Brighton on the South Coast of England. It's a 'hip and happening' city with lots going on, a vibrant night life and is often referred to as Britain's San Francisco.
I had left at 22 when a job opportunity had me move to Coventry, the polar opposite of cities but the job was great, the pay even better and houses cheap as chips. I am now 27 and although I nip down South periodically to see family and friends I had not been to Brighton for more than a few hours since I'd left. Having had a shitty few months at work; and my girlfriend accepting a high paying contract in Kazakhstan for 2 years (followed by her swift departure), I was in need of a holiday. To make things worse I'd let my passport expire and so had to go somewhere within our borders and decided to head down to Brighton for the week.
Being August it was really busy and I had not booked a hotel. I found one that could do 2 nights so took that and would look for another the next day. It was barmy hot when I arrived and just had a wonder about, ate ice cream, looked around the shops etc. finishing off with a film and an early night with my tablet, Wi-Fi and google.
I awoke on the next day (Friday) and decided to try and work on my tan. I still had what remained of the tan I got from a week of gardening after work in an effort to take my mind off things, something I had chosen to do naked, because I could. My now ex-girlfriend wouldn't let me go naked in my garden (despite it not really being overlooked). I wanted to keep the tan going and had never been to a nude beach in the UK which I intended to do today!
I have never been body confident when others are present, be it in swimsuit or naked with girlfriends and the like but felt I needed to get over myself. I think my lack of confidence was due to what I felt was a small penis. It's not teeny tiny but when flaccid it's about 2 inches long and when "ready for action" a constant 6 inches. I guess in the real world it's fairly average when hard but I was always one of the smallest in school and when I played Rugby at University, so I got a complex about it.
Today however I'd get over myself! I packed a bag with plenty of sun lotion, a magazine, a paperback and stopped off for a packed lunch on the way. I walked the mile or so from the hotel towards the beach and was already getting butterflies in my stomach. I kept telling myself I'm a prudish fool and to get over myself but I couldn't help it. I also was telling myself that nobody here would know me as I've been away too long. Despite this I could feel my balls receding back into my body and my penis shrivel up in terror as I got closer and closer. I eventually got close enough to read the sign "Boundary of the Naturist Beach", moving from the path onto the pebbles and into the naturist area.
The whole beach was scattered with people but the naturist beach was much busier than the areas either side. I decided to check things out and walked near the waters' edge and along the naturist area. There were a couple of hundred people there, about eighty percent of whom were men. People were scattered about but there were big clusters of people where a naked female or couple lay, a band of onlookers having set themselves up nearby to get a look in. Once I reached the end I climbed to a higher level on the beach and strolled back, this time closer to the shingle man-made bank at the back that sheltered the view of people walking behind the beach.
I felt like a pervert strolling about so decided to stop and setup my little slice of beach. I set up on the highest of 4 lips of shingle. The tide was way out and I couldn't remember how high it came up so felt safe that I'd not have to move when the tide came in. I laid out my yoga mat, put a thick towel over and began to strip off. I felt like every man woman and seagull was watching me undress but in reality there were just a few curious glances. I got down to my underpants and socks then sat down to remove them.
Socks off then I took a deep breath and slid my underwear down and off, swinging my buttocks off the ground one at a time to facilitate it. I pulled up my knees involuntarily to hide my groin and stuffed my clothes into my bag, rolling up my other towel to use like a pillow. I took out my sun-cream and viewed up the people around me as I applied it all over. It somehow felt different to when I had gone naked on a secluded beach in Kos when I was 19 and drunk but I couldn't nail down quite how.
I realised I was going to have a problem adding sun-cream to my back but I reckon I made a good job of it, preying I didn't miss any, contorting my back and arms to a point where I must have not missed any. Had I not been naked I would likely have found a nearby person to assist as I've often done that but this environment had me guarded and I was worried. I guessed that if I asked a man he'd think it was a come on and that I was gay; whereas if I chose a woman she'd think I was just some kind of sex pervert.