It did not happen here; it happened at the ends of the earth.

Yes, I guess you could say that we had only just begun by then; he hadn’t even started wooing me. And somehow at a particular moment we found ourselves by the beachfront. Not a soul about, waves pounding against the seashore, the moonlight in the skies.
Why don’t we take a dip? – But we haven’t got neither swimsuits nor http://nudism-life.com with us, I say. He: look what an excellent evening, the water is so war, it would be a sin to miss this opportunity. We could swim naked! Well why not, I believed. The weather was truly brilliant, warm and all. And though the moon was shining, the seashore was badly lit as the moon wasn’t complete. I shook off my slippers, then removed my jeans, undies and took off in the direction of the water. He followed me, but at some distance 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.
After that we bathed by nighttime several more times.
Then he began trying to persuade me to visit the beach during daytime. He would say that we sorta learnt everything we could about nighttime bathing and now it turned out to be a new challenge for us to do it during the daytime. I kept on saying no because I was really embarrassed by the idea of undressing in broad daylight, but I really wanted to go. Afterward I made up my mind to do some ‘practicing’ during the day all by myself to begin with. I discovered a rocky beach with enormous rubbles that I could leap from one to another. And so I began jumping. When I moved so far from the shoreline to be sure no one sane would follow me here I stopped and got naked. Stark naked. I don’t understand why, but I was literary trembling then. The sensation of being absolutely naked outdoors was intoxicating, and I strove not to think about the chance of somebody else’s coming to where I was.
I had a novel with me, so I located a bigger and much more comfy rubble, lay on it and began reading and having some remainder in general. The sun was shining, the waves were lapping against the shoreline, the coastline was unifying into space, small yachts and motorboats took their sluggish ramble over the waves. The feeling was calm and relaxing, and little by little I began to feel more comfortable. After a while I felt the need to pee. It was then that I recalled about the post I once read about an experiment carried out on a group of people to whom it was indicated to pee in their pants for a considerable amount of cash. Regardless the amount was really notable, no one could bring themselves to do this. Same occurred to me: I slid off the rubble, squatted and simply couldn’t do it! And I truly needed to After all, I really could go a little bit farther and do my thing hiding behind the rubbles. But I felt inexplicably stubborn. 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 distance. That was when I believed I saw something flashing in the motorboat. I felt like I bit off more than I could chew, I collected my things and dressed up very quickly, and currently I was gone with my heart still thumping in my ears.
After that I ventured another couple of sorties that were managed with much more composure. In the end I conceded to go to the beach together with the young man. It wasn’t half as scary 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 only once that we happened to meet a few other folks there, but I never experienced such strong emotions again.
My friendship with the young man in question ended up fairly sadly, but I suppose that is an entirely new storyline.

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