That year we went with the father to rest in Crimea, in Sudak. I must say that before that, we went to Turkey for three years in a row, and she was a little tired. In addition, my father changed the car, and with the money we were not very good. In short, Sudak has become for us a reasonable compromise. We went on a new car, taking bicycles to the roof. I love to ride a bike, I also ride a lot at home and enjoy it.

We are based in the private sector about 40 minutes walk from the sea. In the morning, we reached the beach, hooked up our bicycles with steel cable and went swimming. The first two days I was delighted, in the afternoon I almost did not get out of the sea, and in the evening my father and I went to small restaurants. A huge number of people didn’t bother me very much, since I don’t like to just lie down and sunbathe, and between bathings I walked more, studying the surroundings. But Dad was much sadder. He also does not like lying on the beach, he would have a more active pastime. Resting in Turkey, we spent most of the day separately, I found a peer company, and my father disappeared on the volleyball court, in the bar or in the sauna. Here, the usual scenario did not pass, due to the lack of a bar on the beach and saunas nearby. The volleyball court, however, was found a little to the side, but it was only being assembled in the evening. It soon became clear to me that Dad was bored all day and was waiting for the evening. I think he could easily make acquaintance with a lonely young woman resting. There were a lot of them, and many of them threw frank glances at the excellent figure of my father. But dad was obviously embarrassed to get acquainted with women. So the vacation at the very beginning turned out not the most fun. With this something had to be done.

The next morning, I told my father that I wanted to walk along the shore. We agreed that I would come to dinner, and he did not particularly mind. I went along the beaches, without haste and looking at the rest. Sometimes, if there were beautiful bodies, I stopped completely and quietly looked at them. I really like the “squares” on the guys stomach, it’s a pity that it happens not so often. Drew attention to the beautiful girls, sunbathing without top. Then I imagined myself on the beach only in swimming trunks, and this thought excited me.

So slowly, I reached the very edge of the bay. The beach has become rocky and less crowded. The rock was very close up, on the mountain one could see the walls of the Genoese fortress. Soon the path became narrow, winding among large stones. The people here were much smaller, but still enough. People lay on large stones or on pebbles, placing rugs. Topless girls became more and I liked it. And suddenly I saw two completely naked girls emerging from the water! I was stunned, it seemed to me that now everyone would gather on the shore, they would gaze at naked beauties, point fingers and giggle. But nothing like this happened. The guys looked in their direction, but imperceptibly, without attracting attention. The girls also behaved quite naturally. Without hiding behind them, they quietly went out and didn’t shore about something while having fun talking, and lay down, without dressing, sunbathing on a large boulder. The picture shocked me! Of course, I knew about the nudists. But imagined everything is not quite so. It seemed to me that these were special places where the passage of dressed people was strictly forbidden, and border guards were walking around the perimeter, catching perverts with binoculars. And here, literally a hundred meters from the public beach, two beautiful naked girls calmly bathe and sunbathe, and a crowd of gazing men are not gathered around.

Suddenly, for myself, I realized that my pulse was increasing, and in general, I was decently excited.I really wanted to, too, to remove everything from myself and swim naked under the views of resting people. I stopped near a loose stone, laid a towel on it and sat down. I have long wanted to swim, and I thought it would be great to do it without a swimsuit. Various subjects with public undressing occupied a worthy place in my sexual fantasies. More than once I masturbated, imagining that robbers had stolen clothes from me or a wave tore off a swimsuit, or I just lost myself in the strip cards. But here, I could just undress in front of outsiders without risking anything. Yes, and go back in a dry swimsuit will be much nicer than in the wet. I sat on my rock, persuaded myself, was excited by these thoughts, but could not decide to undress.

In the end, I agreed with myself to compromise. She took off her bra and bathed in bathing shorts. Of course, this is not at all, many girls bathed in the same way on a regular beach. But for me it was very brave. After bathing, I dried off, put on a sundress, and folded a swimsuit into a bag. We had to hurry back so that my dad wouldn't start worrying.

Having lunch with my father, I asked him for permission the next day to go on a bicycle for the whole day. He resisted at first, but eventually surrendered. I said that I wanted to ride along the coast and find a beach with fewer people. In principle, it was so. In addition, I heard that from Sudak there is a nudist beach, but it is located a little to the side, in the area of ​​Turtle Cove. I was determined to swim naked, and I wanted to do it a little away from my beloved parent. I love dad, I like to have lunch with him, talk. But it’s one thing to chat with him about trivialities, even if in a sarafan, on a naked body. But it is quite another to risk that he will see his daughter in the costume of Eve almost on the beach.

The next day, from the very morning, I rode a few kilometers along the road on a bicycle, found a path on the slope and, on foot, carrying a bicycle in my hands, reached a cozy little bay. There were quite a few tourists, but most importantly, almost all of them were naked !!! Not everything was straightforward, there were bathing suits, but it was a rare exception. Without giving myself time to get scared and change my mind again, I undressed to a goal (with such a look that it was all a usual thing for me) folded things into a backpack and went to the sea! What a thrill it is! How much nicer to swim naked than in these wet rags! I firmly decided that I would not wear anything all day on myself and would undress in the future at every opportunity.

The day passed perfectly, I was swimming, sunbathing, reading a book, walking. And all this is what the mother gave birth to! An hour later, I completely relaxed and did not feel any discomfort and constraint. The atmosphere on the beach was relaxed, people behaved naturally and I really liked it all. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) In the evening, I was delighted to share my impressions with my father (missing some "textile" nuances). His mood also clearly improved, we didn’t discuss it, but I was sure that a woman had already been found to brighten up the loneliness of a handsome widower during the day. So the rest is clearly improved! Needless to say, the next day I again drove to the “special” beach in anticipation of continuing my new impressions. If only I knew WHAT impressions fate will offer me this time!

I enjoyed life most of the day. Everything was beautiful, even delightful. So far, returning to my things after the next rather long swim, I did not find out that there are actually no things. That is, a bicycle strapped to the small tree is, and nothing more. To say that I was in shock, to say nothing. What now? How to go back? Questions, questions ... After that, I spent another thirty minutes walking along the beach and tried to find traces of my backpack. She asked a few tourists, but no one saw anything. I was completely discouraged when a boy of ten came up to me and told me to go to a tent 100 meters from the beach.I tried to ask the boy, but it quickly turned out that he didn’t know anything, but was just carrying out a small assignment from the adults for a chocolate bar.

First thought - sailed. Now I understand what happened to my things. What to do? Call for help, collect people? It is clear that the guys will say that they have not seen any backpack. And then they would definitely not risk giving away things, rather throwing them into the sea. I vividly imagined the prospect of delivering my bare dad to my beloved father by the police and covered with cold sweat. No, it is necessary to negotiate, they will not kill me. “What are your chances for your virgin to live up to the evening?” I asked myself, smiled bitterly, and went to the well-visible tiny tent city. Male voices were heard from the tent. Indecisive, I stopped at the entrance. Nothing to do, you have to go. I took a deep breath, as before jumping into the water, and went into the tent.