Last summer I pass off to go to San Diego on a business misstep, and quite by chance (yes, circumstantially!) I stumbled across a nude beach of San Onofre.
It was in the morning, and there were hardly more than a dozen of people, men, women and children, family nudist… first I had walked by but then I turned back. I resolute to do what had always been spinning round in my head. I had only a cocktail dress, scanty and carpet on, and no bandeau.
To make a long story short, I removed my dress and stayed with my scanty on. I set myself by the very border of the nude beach so that I was kind of with them and kinda by myself. Nobody pays any attention to me. Little by little I am crossing my heart and starting to remove my step-in – nude beach picture.
There is only one thing throb in my brain: dear me, right now I am entirely nude! Sitting there with … More