Sunbathing nude? Yay! I've always loved that. For me, it's a manifestation of my unity with nature. I try to be on the healthy side whatever I do, and I am sure sunbathing without a swimsuit is a great way to gain energy. Besides, swimming without a swimsuit is something genial - my personal advice goes for those who've never tried that, you are missing a helluva fun!
I do remember the first time I first tried stripping on a beach. That was not a nude beach in a proper sense of the word; it was rather a desolate area of a popular resort. I was seventeen back then. I have to mention that my dad's wife is a professional photographer, and by that time she'd never taken any pictures of me. I was dying for her to make me look beautiful in her photographs, but I was much too haughty to ask. That day Stella, my stepmom, took her camera to the beach. There were only two of us that day, my dad and my stepbrother still sleeping. It was an early morning and the sea water was still very cold, just as I like it. I jogged for a while along the coastline and presently took a plunge, splashing around and cooling me down after the exercise.

When I came out of the sea Stella suggested that I take off my wet swimsuit (it was around 6 a.m. and the breeze was still cold) and wrap myself in a towel to keep warm. She herself had already done that while I was still swimming. Suddenly I realized that this was exactly what my most natural desire was - to lose all those wet pieces of fabric sticking to my gooseflesh skin and making me feel colder with every minute. So that was it - my desire to keep dry and warm made me a nudist, lol.

When I had finally torn off the top and the bottom of my swimsuit I first quickly wrapped myself in a towel, rubbing dry my nipples hardened with the chilly breeze. Meanwhile, Stella was taking her time in positioning her camera and taking pictures of the early morning sea. Then, all of a sudden, she exclaimed ‘Now let's go swim for a while once again!'. In a blink of an eye, she ripped off her own towel and tossed it to the chaise-longue on which I was sitting and ran in the direction of the sea; jeez, she looked and acted like a girl of my age, though she was fit to be my mom! Still I felt something nagging me to show her that I a) looked just as gorgeous as her and sure enough, have as much guts as her. Oh it was easy to have guts back then when there was none at the beach; although this was quite a deserted area, I felt some ill forebodings as for some other tourists coming to this heavenly spot as the morning grew later. On the other side, the prospect of someone seeing me nude at the beach was tinkling my nerves in a very pleasant way and I felt a tremendous shot of adrenaline when I finally tossed away my own towel. Not exactly an exhibitionist, I have always been rather an exulted girl, so this new experience felt like a proper thing to do. Besides, I felt I was doing a right thing because of some adult person I trusted a lot, my family member, in fact, was the one to initiate the whole matter and there to back up me.

When I reached the water line and felt the cool water swirl all over my naked body without the messy swimsuit it was like seeing the sun after a year in a dungeon. My whole essence rejoicing with this new sensation, I bathed for almost half an hour. When I finally had had enough of fooling around in water I walked out on the shore and, to my utter embarrassment, saw that we were not alone anymore and Stella had already put on her swimsuit. Fortunately, the persons who joined us in this desolate beach were two other women. When they saw me coming out of the water totally nude they gawked for a while and exchanged some opinions in whispers. I felt awkward, taken off a peg or two and pissed off a bit. But thanks Stella, she managed to put the things right in a blink of an eye. She started giving me instructions as if we were having some nude photo session! Wow, I felt mighty flattered for her being that inventive, plus we really got carried away with the process. I still keep those photographs, and they are the finest pictures I have of me till that day.

Ever since that time I never hesitate to take off my swimsuit top if I can help it (that is if I am anywhere in Europe, for in the USA they still look upon topless sunbathing as on a sure sign of licentiousness). I have been once or twice on a nude beach of Cote d'Azur last summer, and it felt great - nobody minds you in fact, and you can concentrate upon your feeling of integrity with the sun, water and the sea breeze.