It did not occur here; it occurred at the ends of the earth.

I met a young man. Yes, I suppose you could say that we’d only just begun by then; he hadn’t even started wooing me. And somehow at a certain moment we found ourselves by the seaside. Not a soul about, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the sky.
Why don’t we take a plunge? – he says to me.

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But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what an excellent evening, the water is so war, it would have been a sin to miss this opportunity. We could swim nude! Well why not, I believed. The weather was truly brilliant, warm and all. And though the moon was shining, the shore was badly lit as the moon was not full. I shook off my slippers, then removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some distance and to the side.
So there we’re, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the coast. I was leading again, and he was following me. I looked back to see him and though it was nearly pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s reaction’, and it might sound preposterous, but it made me feel joyful!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nighttime several more times.
He then started attempting to get me to proceed to the shore during daytime. He’d say that we kinda learnt everything we could about night bathing and now it turned out to be a new challenge for all of us to do it during the day. I kept on saying no because I was actually embarrassed by the thought of undressing in broad daylight, but I actually needed to go. Then I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during nudist girls by myself to begin with. I discovered a rocky shore with enormous rubbles that I could jump from one to another. And so I began bound. When I went so far from the coast to be sure that no one sane would follow me here I halted and got naked. Stark naked. I don’t understand why, but I was literary trembling then. The sensation of being totally naked outdoors was intoxicating, and I strove not to think about the likelihood of somebody else’s arriving to where I was.
I had a novel with me, so I located a bigger and more comfortable rubble, lay on it and started reading and having some rest in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shoreline, the coastline was uniting into distance, little yachts and motorboats took their lazy ramble over the waves. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing, and little by little I started to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. It was then that I recalled about the article I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of individuals to whom it was implied to pee inside their pants for a considerable amount of money. Regardless that the amount was really notable, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same occurred to me: I slid off the rubble, squatted and just could not do it! And I truly desired to After all, I could go a bit farther and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably stubborn. So I put on my pants, then lowered them and allow the conditional reflexes take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at mature beach sex . That was when I believed I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in my head with somebody armed with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I gathered my things and dressed up in no time, and currently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I ventured another couple of sorties which were managed with a lot more calm. In the end I conceded to visit the seashore with the young man. It was not half as scary as I ‘d imagined it to be, as the beach was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was just once that we happened to meet a few other folks there, but I never experienced such powerful emotions again.
My friendship together with the young man in question ended up fairly unfortunately, but I reckon that is a whole new narrative.

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