I’ve always wanted to visit a nudist beach and let my inner exhibitionist out. I’ve had my share of fun exposing myself to my neighbour, heading out wearing a tank top with no bra, wearing nothing but a sundress. But a getaway at a nude beach would be the perfect thing. I found the perfect opportunity for it this summer. I had two weeks of planned vacation from work and after doing the usual stuff with friends and visiting family, I still had two days remaining. The setting was perfect, it was nice and sunny and the beach was just a five hour drive from where I live. I made up my mind and packed my backpack with a couple of sundresses, a bikini, a blanket, towel, my book and lots of lotion.
It was 10 in the morning when I arrived at the parking lot wearing just a tank top, a pair of thin silky shorts and flip flops. Not wanting to go through the hassle of stripping on the beach, I undid my shorts took off my shirt and got into my yellow sundress, I was all naked beneath it. I put my sandals on and got out of the car with my backpack and set off. I had to walk for about fifteen minutes through narrower, winding roads. Finally, I came across a small sign for the beach. I took a turn down the path, and found a small clearing in the woods through which I could see the ocean and hear the sound of the waves crashing.