I imagined how this was going to feel. 100s of eyes on me. Or was it more like thousands? I wasn't good at estimating the crowd size, but it suddenly felt like millions. I put my hands behind my neck and started to untie the sting of the red string bikini top. I realized that I was about to cross the first barrier, and expose my bare breasts in a totally public place. Everyone was about to see my breasts naked. Would they jiggle while I walked? Of course they would, I thought, they will have nothing covering or restraining them. My breasts are average size, not too big and not too small, a 36C cup. My nipples are very red, and the areolas are kind of big and puffy.
I was still holding the strap, not willing to let go just yet. Then I got more scared when I realized that my breasts were the least of my worries. Toplessness is not such a big shock, after all there were guys without shirts on the beach with bigger breasts then mine! It was removing the bottoms that really made me freak out. Everyone would see my bare ass. I hadn't tanned nude much yet that summer, so my bare butt was very pale and would totally stick out. I was comfortable with the size off my ass, but the thought of everyone staring at it made me blush.
And then the final shocking thought raced through my head. My most private parts would also be clearly visible. I have red hair, and the hair between my legs is also red. I keep it trimmed short, which I like, but which also meant that my vagina itself would be more visible. When I am naked the pussy lips and folds are quite easy to see through the light red pubic hair. Oh my god...what did I get myself into?
"You seem to be stalling a bit, Miranda." Sarah said. She squeezed my hand and said, "Take a deep breath. You can do this. Think of the money. A classic technique when you are nervous is to picture everyone around you naked."
"I don't think that's going to work for me in this case, Sarah!" I said while laughing.
"O.K., Miranda. One...Two...THREE!"
I stood there, and still hadn't removed the bikini. Everyone looked disappointed. I told them that I was going to do this on my own time table.
I still kept imagining what this experience would be like. All those eyes on my nude body. Now I know why Sarah made me remove my sandals, watch, and necklace. Just having a little bit of clothing would have provided a little security, something to hold onto. I took a deep breath...and let the top fall to the sand.
The initial shock of being topless was intense. No one but the group of Jim's friends had noticed yet. They all stared at my now bare breasts. When I describe this experience, I use words like breasts, but I'm sure they were thinking more graphically. They were all staring and thinking "Nice tits!"
Now there was no point in hesitating. I had crossed the first threshold. Before I could even think about it, I untied the string of the bottoms, and let them fall to the sand. Sarah quickly grabbed them and put them in her purse along with the top. Having my clothing taken away suddenly made me feel even more exposed. I looked down at my body. Yep, I was stark naked. Totally bare. In my birthday suit. In the buff. Whatever you want to call it, I was on a public beach without any clothing on.
I took my first step into the beginning of the longest half-mile walk of my life.
Looking around, I saw that nobody had noticed yet. They soon would, and I ended up causing much more of a commotion than I had imagined I would. Only the group of Jim's friend's were watching at this point, because they new what to expect. I was already feeling very embarrassed just having them look at my body. Some of them were laughing. I hope they were laughing because of the ridiculous situation and not because of my body. A few of his friends walked in front of me to protect me from any hassle that might occur, and some were walking behind me. Sara walked beside me.
"Are we having fun yet, Miranda?" she asked me with a smirk on her face.
It didn't take long before the first group of people noticed that I was naked. The beach was very crowded, and I couldn't avoid walking close to people. Most of the faces of the people I walked by that day are still a blur, but I'll never forget the first people to see me nude that day. There was an older couple; they appeared to be in there seventies. They were sitting on a large purple beach towel. The man had short white hair, and he was thin. He had been wearing a white visor and a tan bathing suit. His wife had curly brown hair, and she was a little heavy set. She had sunglasses and a plain black bathing suit on. They had a big red and white cooler and paperback novels on their towel.
They had looks of complete shock on their faces. I could tell that the man was enjoying the sight, but had to hide his reaction a bit because he was with his wife. Her look was very shocked also, and I could till that she did not approve of my outfit at all. She kind of frowned and gave me a dirty look.
Then we walked by a younger couple. The woman pointed at me. I heard her say "Look, Stan, can you believe that?"
More and more people were noticing me now, and I saw a lot of people stand up to get a better look at what was going on. It was hard to hear what they were saying, but I can imagine they were talking about me. I was near the water and could smell the salt in the air. The sand was cooler on my bare feet when I walked near the water.
I don't remember very many more specific faces, just a lot of jaws dropping. I was beginning to have second thoughts about this dare, but it was way to late now to stop it. Sarah would never let me have my clothing. The reality of what I was doing began to sink in. This was totally unprecedented, and people did not quite believe what they were looking at. So many people were pointing at me, staring at me, laughing at me, and talking about me. I felt the hot stares on my skin. It was already very hot and humid out, and the embarrassment going on in my mind made me feel even hotter.
I looked down and saw my bare breasts bouncing up and down. I looked down even more, and saw my pussy. I knew people were looking right at my most private body parts, and it felt so strange and surreal. People are not supposed to see those parts except for on nude beaches or in locker rooms! And I knew that everyone was getting quite an eyeful of my back side too. They were looking right at my bare ass as I walked by.
I turned my head and looked behind me just to see if people were staring at my ass. They sure were! Many of the people who saw me nude first were beginning to follow me to keep looking at my body, and I could just imagine the view they were getting. My long wavy red hair flowing down my back. My bare back, with no bikini strap to interrupt the view of flesh. And then were most women had a bikini bottom was a bare round butt, followed by legs and bare feet.
I couldn't look behind me any more, this was too humiliating. I had no choice but to look forward, and when I thought of the view people in front of me were getting, it felt even more humiliating. They saw my very red face, which was red from blushing, not from the sun. My bare neck, and when their eyes wandered down, my tits hanging out on display, jiggling around with nothing restraining them. The only bare tits on the beach. Then a bare belly, followed by the biggest shocking sight of all, my red pubic hair with my pussy partly visible. Oh my god, I thought, everyone can see my pussy lips! That part is so private, I was thinking, I wished this dare had been just to go topless. Then my legs and feet. The whole picture from head to toe: a crazy naked woman just strolling along the beach.
I lost track of time, but it felt like hours when it was probably only a few minutes. The longer I walked, the more people noticed. A few times I made eye contact with some of the people looking at me, which was a big mistake, because that made this feel even more awkward. This was so not cool, I thought, I am going to get arrested for sure.
Then I saw a lifeguard. I wondered if they had the power to arrest me. Looking back on the experience, I'm sure I had nothing to worry about, but when you are in a situation like that, if you see someone in a uniform, the first thing you think is "authority," and I got scared thinking of getting in trouble. Then I remembered that Jim's friends would pay the fine if I got in trouble, but I still did not relish the thought of getting busted for this prank. This was more than a prank; this was exposing my nude body to hundreds of strangers! What were they all thinking? I'll never know. I have never had the opportunity to witness a naked woman walking around on a regular beach; I have just been that woman, not a spectator watching. My guess is that the women were more inclined to be upset, but maybe some of them were admiring me for doing something so bold. I have always been interested in exhibitionism, maybe some of them were too, and maybe they thought I was daring for acting this out. I imagine that men were more interested in watching my nude figure than analyzing what I was doing. I don't want to brag, but I do think I have a cute body, and I bet they liked to watch it. I like to imagine that I inspired a lot of jacking off that day.
