Summer au Naturel

It really never felt different. I just grew up that way. Oh, I knew that not everyone went away to a nude resort during the summer. And, of course, I wore clothes to school and when I went out. Of course. But it really didn’t seem all that different. After all, my parents had friends who were also naturists. They would come over or we would go to their house and take our clothes off. No big deal, really. I never thought much about it.

We lived in California and there were a great many places you could go that were nudist or clothing-optional. I just never thought much about it. I mean growing up, it was comfortable and I even had some of my Mother’s friends admire my ‘little dickie,’ as they called it.

It was when I went from ten to eleven, then on to twelve years old, that my ‘little dickie’ began to give me away. When I was around an attractive woman or a girl near my age or older, I was like any other boy, I got erections.

And when I was around girls who were fifteen, sixteen, eighteen, twenty, oh, I had to carry a towel with me, ready to drop down over my embarrassing condition.

All those golden, tanned bodies. I was a boy, after all. Quite a normal boy.

We often went to resorts with one or two other families, one had no children, the other had Sarah, who was a year older than me, fourteen. They had moved up to Northern California two years ago, so now we really only saw each other during the summer.

Sarah and I had played together growing up, swimming, hiking, cycling, camping out, just all of the normal kid things and we always had a nice time together.

I had just come down to the beach for a swim, having just arrived a few hours before and I saw Sarah out in the water. She waved and I dove in and swam out to her.

“Hi, Will, isn’t the water nice?”

“Oh, perfect, just right, not so hot, just right.”

We swam around a bit then headed for shore. I got there first and began to walk out of the water when I turned and looked back.

Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. Sarah was stunning.

I’d seen some Playboy magazines, she was the equal of the girls in Playboy. Almost as tall as me, her breasts were full, round, topped with brown nipples. A slim waist, sexy hips, slender arms and legs, perfectly tan all over, of course. And, between her legs, a pretty covering of curly, light brown hair.

I simply had to quickly wade back out into the water before I literally stood out.

She waded over to me and threw her arms around me and kissed me while she pulled me tight to her.

She pulled back a bit and said, “Um, Will, maybe we better stay in the water a while. Until, you, uh, you know, um, get less excited.”

I know my face was red, she was smiling, it really didn’t seem to faze her at all.

“Would you like me to bring you a towel, you know, to kind of cover yourself with?”

“Um, yeah, maybe you better. There’s quite a few people and, well, I, um, yeah, a towel would be nice. Thanks, Sarah, you’re the best.”

She waded out again and tossed me the towel and asked, “Was that because of me, Will?”

“Uh, well, Sarah, you’ve kind of changed some since last summer, I mean, well, you have.”

“Oh, Will, I’ve changed quite a bit from last summer. I intend to show you just how much. Now, let’s get out of the water. Keep your towel ready,” and we began wading ashore.

As we walked into the woods along a trail we knew well, we started catching up on our lives.

“So, any girlfriends, Will? Making out big time?”

“Nah, not really, I’ve dated a few girls. None knew we were naturist or anything, I don’t tell them for fear that they’d freak out.”

“Oh, yeah, me, too. Well, there was one boy I went with, we got pretty serious, you know, traveling around the ‘bases.’ I told him one night, well, we were kind of naked, you know, and I asked him if he wanted to go nude when he was at my house.