If you didn’t understand me or if we were only acquaintances, you would probably think of me as the most uninteresting man in the world, one of those ladies that go through life without anyone but their closest family and friends noticing that she’s even there. I’m not complaining. I’m only telling you this because it’s an important portion of my first nudist experience that soon grew into another first time for me. But family nudists pics am getting ahead of myself. I was attempting to tell you something about myself. I was never extraordinary at all. I am not awful; I am not the most wonderful girl on the planet. I’m not a dumbass but I’m probably never going to win a Nobel Prize either. Ok, I do have a really nice butt, but don’t tell anyone about it.
I do have a friend, my closest friend in the entire world who’s unquestionably exceptional and whom I love very much, although she can get overly intense at times. I guess we balance each other good and that’s why we click so well. Whatever the case, last year, she proposed that we ought to go to Europe and check out this great nudist beach in France. I was not too excited as you can envision. Plus I knew that she’ll simply wonder off the instant we take our bikinis off and then she’ll be gone and I shall be left alone, nude in public for the first time. I do not know about you, but for me, that’s not something I was looking forward. However, after a few weeks, she managed to grind me down and I agreed.
And would you are aware of it, the thing that I feared the most happened the initial day. She took off her bikini straight away and then went to chat with a few girls that she saw for the very first time. I was alone. Still, I kept my bikini on and I was not going to take it off until she came back. A couple of feet from me, there was this gorgeous girl, all nude and so lovely that I could not believe my eyes. She is an essential part of the story, as you will find out.
I simply could not keep my eyes off of her. I have seen girls naked before, but I never felt any attraction. This was something totally new for me. I was checking out every single inch of her body and I soon felt that I was entirely and utterly wet. I was almost frightened at how brought to her I was. Without even noticing, I took off my top, only overly cool down a bit, I guess. It was great.
The following day, I sort of direct my friend on the other side of the shore to make sure I can see the girl I was so crazy about yesterday. She was there, naked as the first day, still so hot. My friend took off again and this time I went completely bare. I will not tell you about how great it felt to swim in the ocean naked or how completely exhilarating it was to feel the water cool off of my nipples later. I need to inform you that I finally mustered up the courage to talk to that girl. She was French and her name was Sophie and she was just as dreary as I was. We started talking and she immediately picked up on my infatuation. She let me take an image of her, the picture you see before you.
Now, I usually do not want to turn the greatest experience of my life into something public and something that will destroy everything that was unique about that experience, but I must brag. Specifically, the following day, I had my first homosexual encounter, in the woods nearby and it was everything I thought it’d be. Even more. I will likely never to something similar to that before, but Sophie will always remain my biggest love. So dull and so sexy.