— "Yasna, you’re not planning to go there all alone in that state, are you?" my husband shouted after me with worry as I headed along the shore toward the distant boulders.

I am 25 years old, a brunette from Serbia, and although I’ve been preferring to sunbathe exclusively without clothes for several years now, I remember my very first time in minute detail. On that trip, my husband constantly followed me: he himself was quite reserved about free relaxation, but he was insanely fond of his naked wife, and he was not at all averse to taking a look at other beautiful girls on the shore either.

Learning from locals that a secluded shore was hidden in the furthest part of the resort, I was burning with curiosity. Leaving my husband to guard our blanket on the regular family beach, I plodded along the surf line in one light bikini toward the breakwater that separated the relaxation zones.

Upon arriving at the location, I came to a point of true aesthetic delight: right by the water, a group of athletic young guys was excitedly playing beach volleyball absolutely without clothes. I froze nearby, biting my lips from a suddenly sparked feeling and examining their fit figures.

Ignited by a desire to feel this freedom too, I climbed onto a high concrete breakwater right by the deep water, took a deep breath, and decisively shed the top and bottom of my swimsuit right onto the stones.

The cool sea breeze affectionately blew against my open skin, causing delightful goosebumps from my neck down to my heels, while the scorching sun rays warmed my belly and shoulders. Shame instantly gave way to sweet pride in my body. But in the next instant, a huge, unexpected wave crashed over the breakwater and swept my only bikini straight into the dark deep!

I froze in icy horror: I did not know how to swim in the slightest, and my swimsuit was sinking to the bottom before my very eyes. Standing on the breakwater was an absolutely naked 25-year-old girl, and just a few meters away, a regular beach began where hundreds of people were relaxing in swim trunks and swimsuits.

The only path to my blanket and my husband lay straight through this crowd of dressed tourists. My knees were buckling from panic, my breath was caught, and my cheeks were scorched by a hot crimson blush. But there was no way out: I straightened my back, squared my shoulders, and took my first step on the wet sand absolutely open.

Passing family couples and surprised men, I physically felt dozens of fascinated and shocked stares on me. An inner switch flipped instantly: fear turned into pure adrenaline, and then—into wild excitement and incredible confidence in my own attractiveness. I walked with my head held high, feeling like a true queen.

My husband, seeing me walk absolutely naked through the entire beach to our mat, froze with his mouth open, and then met me with wild delight and admiration. After such an extreme baptism, I forgot what shame was forever!

From that day on, we only sunbathe that way. This ordeal completely liberated me, ridding me of any insecurities. On memory of that day, we only have a funny receipt from a local store left, where my husband had to urgently buy me shorts in order to return to the hotel. I repeat this experience again with enormous pleasure and am always open to meeting adult, sincere, and free-spirited kindred souls!