Does it count as nearly caught when you’re actually caught? I think I shared this story on the old forum as well.
It was a very different situation than yours. This was only a few years ago when I was experimenting with public nudity. I was about 40 years old, male, married. I like the beach and my wife does not. So when she happens to be away when the weather is nice, I try to go. She knows this, and is ok with it.
There are no official nude or clothing optional beaches in my country (it’s a fairly conservative society), but there are a few spots people use. There’s a textiled beach about an hour away from where we live, that the internet claims has an unofficial “wild” nude beach beside it. One off-season weekend morning, when the weather was unseasonably warm, I took a bus out of the city to check it out, making note of when the last bus back was in the afternoon. I got to the textiled beach, which had maybe 20 or 30 people. Following instructions from the internet, I walked along to the end, past a bend, and presumably found it. Ahead I saw long stretches of gorgeous empty beach, with not another person in sight. I walked along a few minutes to be sure, then stripped down completely and went for a lovely swim. Swimming in nature unencumbered by a bathing suit is one of my favourite sensations, and this was one of my earliest experiences with it.
As I was swimming, I saw a group of kayakers in the distance, heading south, moving parallel to the shore. They would pass me, but they were far enough out that they probably couldn’t tell what I was or wasn’t wearing in the water. So I didn’t care too much. After they had passed and were well out of sight, I got out of the water, dried off, and did a bit of nude walking along the shore, experimenting with how far I could go comfortably. Walking nude in nature was fairly new to me as well, and I enjoyed that immensely too.
When I got back to my swimming spot, I checked the time. I had about half an hour before I had t
Does it count as nearly caught when you’re actually caught? I think I shared this story on the old forum as well.
It was a very different situation than yours. This was only a few years ago when I was experimenting with public nudity. I was about 40 years old, male, married. I like the beach and my wife does not. So when she happens to be away when the weather is nice, I try to go. She knows this, and is ok with it.
There are no official nude or clothing optional beaches in my country (it’s a fairly conservative society), but there are a few spots people use. There’s a textiled beach about an hour away from where we live, that the internet claims has an unofficial “wild” nude beach beside it. One off-season weekend morning, when the weather was unseasonably warm, I took a bus out of the city to check it out, making note of when the last bus back was in the afternoon. I got to the textiled beach, which had maybe 20 or 30 people. Following instructions from the internet, I walked along to the end, past a bend, and presumably found it. Ahead I saw long stretches of gorgeous empty beach, with not another person in sight. I walked along a few minutes to be sure, then stripped down completely and went for a lovely swim. Swimming in nature unencumbered by a bathing suit is one of my favourite sensations, and this was one of my earliest experiences with it.
As I was swimming, I saw a group of kayakers in the distance, heading south, moving parallel to the shore. They would pass me, but they were far enough out that they probably couldn’t tell what I was or wasn’t wearing in the water. So I didn’t care too much. After they had passed and were well out of sight, I got out of the water, dried off, and did a bit of nude walking along the shore, experimenting with how far I could go comfortably. Walking nude in nature was fairly new to me as well, and I enjoyed that immensely too.
When I got back to my swimming spot, I checked the time. I had about half an hour before I had to leave to make the last bus. I figured that’s enough time for another swim, so I went in again. Soon I saw the same group of kayakers coming back north. I figured they would stay far from the shore and move past me back to where they had started. So I stayed in the water, waiting for them to pass.
Except they didn’t pass. Instead, they headed right for me. And by the time I realised this, they were close enough to see detail. I could see what they were wearing, and if I got out of the water they would certainly see what I was not wearing. It was a group of tourists, maybe 15 to 20 of them: men, women and children, along with a guide. As they began to land all around me and get out, I considered my options. If I waited for them to leave I would certainly miss the last bus. My clothes, towel, wallet and everything were right there on the shore, so it was no use swimming further away.
Soon the whole group was ashore and the guide was telling them about the local wood or something. After a few moments of hesitation, I decided to grin and bear it, and also bare it. Making no particular attempt either to cover up or to draw attention to myself, I walked to the shore. There’s no real way to walk quickly out of shallow water, and I was determined to be dignified and unashamed in my movements, so the group had plenty of opportunity to notice how naked I was, and they certainly did notice. As I approached my things, the idiot guide started calling out to me. I decided not to answer, not to engage. He said, “Hey man! Hello? Hey. Good job, man! Thanks a lot. Good job. Oh you’re ignoring me? Why are you ignoring me?” or some stupid thing like that. I simply grabbed my towel, dried my feet enough to put my shoes back on, wrapped myself in the towel, grabbed the rest of my stuff and walked away.
I got out of their sight and back to that familiar bend that seemed to mark the beginning of the official textiled beach. Before rounding it, I put my stuff down and dried the rest of myself off. Just as I dropped the towel again to start getting properly dressed, a woman came around the bend in a full black burqa, from head to toe, took one look at me, and promptly turned around. I assume I either made her day or ruined it.
I got dressed and got out of there. Ah, memories. I have a nice photo from that day too, but I don’t think it’s allowed in this section of the forum.
