Summer has come. Vacation.

Now I remember that time, and my soul is filled with a feeling of some lightness and carelessness. It was a good time. Happy ... I understand it just now. Why is a person so arranged that he always lacks something ... A little bit, a little bit, but for happiness all the same something is not enough. You always think that if I still had “this” - then I would be absolutely happy ... But “this” is always not enough ... And only then, after some time, you understand that it was then that was true happiness. The reason is banal and simple - everything is known in comparison.

And the time was really good. I did not need to work, and it suited me very much - my parents earned quite well and the money I always had. I was even more comfortable with the fact that they were rarely at home (for the reason that they worked a lot) and there was no one to leech on my brains.

Study is also not necessary - holidays. No commitment!

Happy time!

I spent a lot of time with Juliana. She often visited my home. My parents liked her - Juliana, if she wants, can please anyone. I even felt funny sometimes when I saw her posing as a good girl. I knew what she really was.

But my parents sincerely believed that my new girlfriend, educated and prudent girl. Even often put it in my example. And it suited me, although it was very funny.

They could let me go with her anywhere — my parents trusted her so much. And we, of course, enjoyed it. She and I went to a nightclub, I stayed with Juliana for the night, we even once spent the night on the lake - celebrated the birthday of one of the regulars of the "canyon".

Of course, I spent most of my free time on the lake. In the “canyon”, on the island, in a nudist society - I felt at home. Almost all day I was there without clothes. I was tanned and looked, in my opinion, just awesome - blonde hair burned out badly in the sun and contrasted cool with dark skin. Blue eyes stood out on the tanned face. My body gratefully responded to the gentle sun caress - a uniform tan covered my entire body. And this is only due to the fact that most of the daylight hours, I was completely naked. Playing beach volleyball, playing cards, sunbathing in a variety of poses, and sometimes falling asleep in them - I gave the sun access to my most secret folds.

And, of course, I was terribly proud of my tan.

Eugene, as promised, took photos. The pictures, and the truth, turned out to be of professional quality. In these numerous photos, there was an image of a beautiful, naked and liberated model, which was a little excited - the glitter of the sun on my moist lips, showed this fact. And this model was me! And I liked myself - it happens so rarely. Throughout the day, all those present "canyon" viewed these photos, passing them from hand to hand. It was with great pleasure and pride that I received compliments pouring on me all day.

I was so used to being naked all day long, that in the evening, when I was about to go home, I had to force myself to get dressed. The feeling that every millimeter of your body is open ... is open to the sun, a light breeze, cool water ... This feeling gives an indescribable feeling of freedom. And the clothes that I had to wear at the end of the day, even free ones, bound me, squeezed, interfered, and I only dreamed of getting to the house as soon as possible and immediately throwing it off myself.

Several times I barely restrained myself, so as not to take off my clothes, already on the way.

First of all, I noticed in my tendency to demonstrate my naked body. And if earlier it caused in me a storm of conflicting feelings mixed up in shame, now it has grown into a constant wild desire for outrageous acts, with the aim of obtaining satisfaction of their sexual needs.

Secondly, my constant stay in the nude, formed in my consciousness that this is normal. And for me, gradually began to erase the face of shame and shamelessness. What is normal and what is immoral.

Sometimes there was a desire to undress and lie down to sunbathe on a public beach, not reaching the nudist zone, to which it was necessary to go much further. I was so used to my naked body that it was natural for me. All that stopped me was that my classmates and friends of my parents could see me.

Once, on a dispute, I went naked to the textile beach in a tent for ice cream. I remember, I got a triple pleasure: I won the argument, I ate ice cream, and of course I enjoyed the general attention to my person during this walk.

I began to pay much attention to caring for my body. On the recommendation of Juliana, I regularly began to visit one of the beauty salons. I paid special attention to my legs and fingers on my hands and feet. With waxing, I ruthlessly removed all hairs from my body. The first time, of course, was very painful, especially when the hair was removed in the bikini area. But gradually got used and no longer experienced any discomfort during this procedure.

At home, where, in the absence of my parents, I was always without clothes, every time I walked past a large mirror hanging in the hallway, I stopped. I admired my slender, proportional body, even tan - hands stretched themselves towards small, resilient breasts ... they squeezed them, which made the nipples instantly become hard. Then the hand went down below ... caressed the pussy ... so tender and smooth as if it were a baby. It was pleasant to my fingers to feel smooth, absolutely without hair, skin of my pussy, and it was pleasant to the slit to feel how my fingers caress her folds.

I began to dress differently - I chose clothes that were as open as possible, not constraining movements, and somewhere, perhaps, defiant. We often with Yuliana, went shopping to buy clothes for themselves. And even more often we were taken - Juliana had an outstanding ability to attract others, especially men. I always admired the way she ruled the men ... how she manipulated them ... Not only did she take her shopping, she was given money to buy. We walked with her at expensive shops and did not deny ourselves anything. I still did not know what it cost her. But, this is a separate story, and I will tell about it later.

With her friend Yura, Juliana broke up and, thank God, I never saw him or his friends. She often came to the beach with a muscular handsome man named Tarzan. She didn’t tell me much about him, but I insisted. She only knew that he worked as a stripper at a nightclub. All the familiar men of Juliana were people at the age, and as she explained, they could not give her in sexual relations what would satisfy her. And this stallion Tarzan gave her. And, often, they had sex right on the beach, not at all embarrassed by those around them.

I envied her a little bit - I didn’t have a boyfriend, but I would like to try this way on the sand, under the caressing rays of the sun, under the pleasant breeze, to make love. Out of delicacy, I tried not to look at them in the open, but sneak, by chance, glanced.

Juliana saw my interest, and as if on purpose, at such moments, was located with Tarzan, closer to me. I was very excited, but I tried not to show it. And Juliana, as if on purpose, was teasing me — she was moaning sweetly, throwing her hands to the sides, as if by accident touching me.When I became completely unbearable, I got up and went to plunge - in the water, where I was not visible, I could remove the accumulated tension and at the same time wash off the traces of the pussy flowing with juices.

I was good with Juliana. She satisfied me, and I satisfied her. But I missed the rough male hands caressing my body ... I missed the male member ... the sensations he gives while inside me ... She missed the male power and authority.

That's how the summer went. Time passed carelessly and easily. It was good, but ... Something was missing ...

So September has quietly crept up - back to school. I saw my classmates after the holidays, and I had a feeling that we were somehow distanced from each other. More precisely, I moved away - listening to their conversations and looking at them, I understood how far their concerns and interests were. I, like this, suddenly, for two and a half months - matured ...

I began to miss the sensation of nudity. I missed these feelings. Whenever I had the opportunity, I got on my bike and drove to the lake. When classes ended early, or there was an opportunity to skip a lesson, or on a weekend, I put on shorts, sneakers, a jacket, and pedaled toward the island.

There I took off all my clothes and walked, enjoying the sensations of the naked body. It was still not cold, I met my like-minded people there - in our place, in the “canyon”, they enjoyed the last warm rays of the sun. I left there clothes, a bicycle and walked around the island — I was calm.

But in the 20s of September, the cold front came, bringing with it a noticeable cooling and rains. The temperature during the day did not rise above 12-13 degrees Celsius, a cold wind blew. The island is empty.

But it did not frighten me - I continued to ride the bike to the lake, still wearing only short knitted shorts and a light jacket. I hadn’t worn underwear for a long time, but I didn’t want to wear anything under my jacket — even if it was cool, when I left, I was sweating when I arrived at the place. Yes, and it is more convenient to undress when the clothes are minimum. I took with me only a towel, in case I decide to plunge and a flask of water or Coke, which was mounted on a bicycle.

A special thrill was when I arrived on the island and only had time to undress when it started to rain. The rain was heavy, large cold drops fell on my heated body and I circled around the island in ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of freedom and the sensation of nudity.

Once again, having walked a fizru, I went on a bicycle to the lake ...

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