Forcing others to wear clothes because we cannot control our own lust,
is abuse of others.
First Time in Spain.
My first time was last summer at
Tusales Beach, a clothing optional beach at Alicante (Spain) where my
parents have an apartment.
I never had intention about going to
that beach because I didn't like the idea of being nude in front of
other people. Modesty was a rule at home, even with my mother or
sister, and with close friends at lockers or Youngs in holidays I
always kept the towel wrapped around if I was getting out of the
shower or wear at least my panties.
But this summer, my first as married,
I went to spend some days to the apartment with my husband, who knew
about the existence of the beach reading touristic information and
proposed going to the beach. He never had been before at a nudist
beach and wanted to try it. I didn't want to go but finally accepted
by his insistance but leaving him very clear I was going to wear my
When we arrived there wasn't many
people, most of them retired people, a few couples and some guys, but
we walked until we reached a zone away from the people. My husband
quickly took his swimsuit off and I left my bikini on. We were
suntanning and dipping and he insisted me again not to be a silly girl
telling me how wonderful it was staying undressed. Then, taking a look
around I noticed I was the only one who wore a two piece bikini. There
were other girl top-less but almost everyone was naked, so I felt a
bit ridiculous, and as we were a bit apart I decided to do it to make
him shut up his mouth, so I took off the top.
First I felt a bit awkward because
the situation, but a time after feeling the heat of the sun in my
breast I became more relaxed and ended forgetting I was there with my
tits exposed and even took a walk by the seaside. Later we went to
have our last bath of the day and when we weren inside the water he
tried to persuade me to take off the bottom of my suit to try how
delightful it was staying naked at the sea, he said no one was going
to see me since we were covered by the water, and it was late too and
there wasn't almost anyone at the beach. I was feeling so good and
curious about it that I took it off and tied around my wrist.
Wow, He was right, what a beautiful
sensation feeling the water on your body without the bikini. I felt in
Heaven so when we were getting out of the water I didn't put the
bottom on again. I couldn't believe it, neither my husband. I was
standing there, the prude girl in the middle of the beach full naked
not worrying about the people around looking at me. Off course I stood
naked enjoyng the sun, the warm air and the sand, and so I did the
next days. In fact I was waitng unpatient arriving to the beach to
take off the clothes.
Now I am a ethusiastic nudist,
thought I have some taboo. I haven't the nerve to tell it at home and
if we go to the apartment when my family is there we go to the
clothing beach. My husband thinks it's absurd since I am an adult
person and I can do what I want. I'm sure he's right and I would like
telling my parents I practice nudism, but I don't dare. I'm sure they
wouldn't get angry with me, just would feel surprised but I can't tell
I don't know if anyone is in the same
situation, I would appreciate your comments about it. Anyway I'd like
to encourage everyone to make the grade. It's a delight, try it.
Kisses from Spain.