It did not occur here; it occurred at the ends of the earth.

I met a young man. Yes, I guess you could say that we’d only just begun by then; he hadn’t even started wooing me. And somehow at a certain moment we found ourselves by the beachfront. Not a soul about, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the sky.
Why don’t we take a dip? – he says to me. But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor towels with us, I say. He: look what a wonderful evening, the water is so war, it would have been a sin to miss this opportunity. We could swim naked! Well why not, I presumed. The weather was extremely outstanding, warm and all. And though the moon was beaming, the shore was badly lit as the moon was not full. I shook off my slippers, afterward removed my jeans, and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some space and to the side.
So there we’re, swimming and keeping the proper distance. Having had enough of this we made it to the shore. I was leading again, and he was following me. I looked back to see him and though it was almost pitch dark I thought I caught a glimpse of his natural ‘body’s response’, and it may seem ridiculous, but it made me feel joyful!
We dressed somehow and continued walking in our wet tees. After that we bathed by nights several more times.
Then he started trying to get me to go to the seashore during daytime. He’d say that we sorta learnt everything we could about night bathing and now it turned out to be a new challenge for all of us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because I was really embarrassed by the thought of undressing in broad day, but I really needed to go. Afterward I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the day all by myself to start with. I discovered a rugged shore with enormous rubbles that I could leap from one to another. And so I started bound. When I moved so far from the coast to be sure no one sane would follow me here I halted and got nude. Stark naked. I don’t know why, but I was literary trembling then. The sensation of being certainly naked outdoors was intoxicating, and I strove not to consider the possibility of somebody else’s arriving to where I was.
I had a book with me, so I located a larger and more comfortable debris, lay on it and started reading and having some rest in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shoreline, the coastline was merging into distance, little yachts and motorboats took their sluggish ramble over the waves. The feeling was serene and relaxing, and little by little I began to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee.

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It was then that I remembered about the post I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of folks to whom it was implied to pee inside their pants for a considerable amount of cash. Regardless the amount was truly notable, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same happened to me: I slid off the debris, squatted and simply couldn’t do it! And I truly desired to After all, I really could go a bit further and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably obstinate. So I put on my trousers, then lowered them and let the conditional reflexes take over. While I squatted there relaxed doing my thing I was looking at the motorboat anchored at some space. That was when I believed I saw something flashing in the motorboat. In a blink of an eye I drew a picture in my head with somebody equipped with a spyglass overlooking my escapade. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I collected my things and dressed up right away, and now I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I guessed another couple of sorties that were managed with much more composure. In the end I granted to proceed to the shore with the young man. It wasn’t half as frightening as I had imagined it to be, as the shore was deserted and there was no one but us there. We went there for some more times, and it was just once that we happened to meet some other people there, but I never experienced such powerful emotions again.
My friendship together with the young man in question ended up rather regrettably, but nude beach suppose that’s a whole new storyline.


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