I have never been interested in such a subculture as nudism. My family was quite conservative about this, believing that nudist beaches are full of debauchery, everyone is having sex, and even with all sorts of perversions. But even then, at the age of nine, I realized that adults were mistaken.

Once I stayed home alone for two hours. I had the idea to undress completely and look at myself in the mirror. I did it, and then I stood by the mirror for a long time and looked at myself naked. Then I repeated it again. I was interested.

My grandmother, who then worked as a caretaker in a museum (she is now retired), always brought me books and museum catalogs about art. “Let our boy join the beautiful, maybe a talented artist or sculptor will grow out of him,” said my grandmother. In one of these books, I came across photographs of ancient Greek sculptures, which, as you know, were also naked. Once left alone at home, I undressed and began to pose at the mirror, depicting the characters of these very sculptures. To some extent, this encouraged me to read books about the history and life of ancient Greece. I learned that then, in ancient times, they were engaged in sports in the nude, and nudity itself was not considered something shameful. Sometimes I even thought that if I were also born in those days, I would also enjoy this opportunity to strip without any prohibitions ...

Since then, every time, being alone at home, I spent this time completely naked. And when I first tried masturbation at the age of 13, nudity and sexual themes were connected in my mind in one sense.

I learned more about nudists at the same age. In general, the parents were at work, and I sat at the computer, naturally, without clothes. I drove into the search line "nudism" and went to one of the sites, which had a lot of photos, descriptions of this movement, as well as forums. During my stay on this site I learned a lot of new and interesting things about nudists. These people are practically no different from ordinary tourists on ordinary beaches - the only difference is the availability of clothing. They do not attach much importance to sex, and sex on their beaches is not as common as one might imagine. Nudists with understanding and goodwill are those who want to join them, and the rest of the people in general. “Everything is decided,” I thought. “I have to visit such a wonderful place as a nudist beach at least once in my life.”

From the age of sixteen my parents gave me money for my birthday, and my twentieth birthday was no exception either. This time, the amount I was given, I added to my savings and decided to spend it all on a trip to Crimea. It is good that I live not so far from the Crimea, so it didn't cost me that much. It was there that I dreamed of realizing all my dreams of naked rest.

It was the beginning of July, when I flew to Sevastopol. My choice of a place to practice nudism stopped at the beach near Lyubimovka. I found out that there is a secluded beach on which there are few tourists - it seemed to me that on such a beach it would be easier to get used to rest without anything, and going straight to a big beach like Koktebel would give me some psychological inconvenience.

I stayed in a guest house overlooking the sea. There were four double rooms. Each of them had all the necessary amenities, and the board also suited me - only 2,700 rubles per day. I didn’t have a neighbor by number, but maybe this is for the best.

In the morning on the first day after my arrival, I was already impatient to go to the nudist beach. Before that, I even slept badly at night — I did not fall asleep, worrying myself with the thought that I would finally fulfill my old dream the next day.I thoroughly prepared for this: I went into the shower and shaved, removing almost all the pubic hair, near the anus and under the arms - everything to look aesthetically pleasing on the beach. He took with him a cooler bag, where he put cold tea, ice cream, two cheese sandwiches and apples (I knew that the beach was wild there, and everything had to be taken with me), and also the second small bag, where to put things.

The path to the coast took me 3-5 minutes. At first, I had a view of an ordinary beach: typically noisy, crowded, with rows of people around, stalls and changing rooms. It was not interesting to me, so I tried to go on as soon as possible.

Passing the usual beach, I got on an empty sand bar, but for now it was only the territory separating the official beach from the territory of free-time lovers.

After three kilometers of the road, I saw a sign sticking out of the sand. Not the same as, for example, road, but someone knocked together from the boards. White paint on it was written in irregular letters: "Nudist beach." Behind this sign there was a wonderful landscape devoid of human noise: a small orange-colored cliff overgrown with bushes, a blue sky with stripes of rare clouds, light yellow, almost white sand. The water in the slightly rocking sea was almost clear off the coast. Light foaming waves rushed to the shore and washed sand. All this covered the rays of the bright sun, which I looked through the sunglasses.

“Well, here I am on the beach. Finally! ”I rejoiced.

It's time to undress. But it seemed to me not so easy, because when you do it at home, and when in nature these are different things. These are purely psychological conventions, because at the moment of my physique I was not shy: I used to have fullness in the form of extra 10 kg. I tried to lose weight and even played sports. At the age of 15, I began to lose weight rapidly, and as a result I lost all my excess weight. Now I have a dense healthy constitution with a fairly clear muscular relief. Only a little extra fat was on the buttocks, but it did not bother me much.

Finally, coping with my excitement, I first took off my shorts, and then melting. Out of habit, I quickly and sharply turned around in search of people, forgetting that this is a nudist beach. At that moment a slight shiver ran through my naked body, which soon subsided. So I adapted to the new state of the body. I put things in a bag and walked along the coast.

Every movement on the beach without clothes gave me an incredible thrill. I felt absolute freedom and unity with this beautiful place. Someone appeared from afar. I looked better - it turned out to be a woman, age closer to fifty years, but in her appearance was some kind of beauty. Perhaps in her youth she was very attractive. Her body, despite its age, was fit and slim. Pubis was decorated with a thin, but thick line of dark hair. Judging by her tan, she was resting here for a week. Passing around me, she looked in my direction, but not with lust, but quite naturally, as pedestrians look at each other - with a certain curiosity.

So I went through the second stage - I appeared naked in front of another person. Now I felt generally relaxed.

I found a place to rest where I laid a towel and sat on it. At first I wanted to sunbathe a little. Since I used to sunbathe only in beach clothes, I decided not to burn myself, I decided to play it safe and completely smeared myself with sunblock, after which I lay down on my stomach and began to enjoy sunbathing.

Behind me, I heard someone's footsteps and how someone goes into the sea to swim. I didn’t pay much attention to this - there are a few who can be there.

I turned on my back to see who decided to go swimming there. It turned out to be a girl. Young, maybe my age.She had just an excellent body - just from the category that I like: they say about such girls that they are “in the body”, and they have something to hold on to, and this one has even more to hold on to: moderately big chest, decorated with light pink nipples, plump legs, and on the face it is also very even nothing. Her eyes are light blue, puffy scarlet lips and long curly hair of dark blond ...