A Wonderland of Self Exploration: My First Time at a Nude Beach (Part 4)

It was a sunny day and like most weekdays, the beach seemed deserted. I was the only one there…or so I thought. After removing my shoes and socks, i started down the beach. I looked all around: out toward the ocean, up the mountainous cliff side, down the bungalow laden beachfront. Feeling that it was time, I stopped again to remove my clothes. First I removed my t-shirt. Next, I dropped my shorts and slipped out of my underwear. There I stood: completely naked in the great wide open. I smiled. I had arrived.

I continued my walk. I could feel the warmth of the sun against every part of my body. No restrictive fabrics to prevent the sunshine bath. It was an exhilarating feeling. Nothing can beat the sensation of being kissed by the sun’s rays. I enjoyed how my skin began to warm up. Looking down at myself, I saw how my skinned glowed in the light.

I walked closer to the water’s edge. My feet were feeling overheated as I traversed through the hot coarse sand. I approached the cooler packed sand that had been washed by the ocean’s waves. My feet sunk into the new texture of ground beneath me. I even looked behind me to see my footsteps. I continued my hike and witnessed all that was around me. I felt small, but in a good way. I felt protected by the big ocean and the overshadowing cliffs. They were parts of nature that were looking after me; as if I were their child.