I understand that my story might be not usual, but that is due to my own nature. I mean, I did not become a nudist thanks to some circumstances; I was born one, like some of us are born blond, while others may have dark hair.
Desire to expose my nudity to public has always been strong inside of me. I comprehend that some may call it a deviation in my psychology, but well some of us have their own abnormalities, it's just that not everyone shows them in the open. Well, maybe admitting the fact that I am abnormal in some sense is yet another proof of the fact that I am excessively extraverted in everything I do be it flashing my nudity in public or speaking out my most intimate thoughts.
But I am afraid you might be getting me wrong a bit, it's not like I had some social disease; on the contrary, I consider myself to be a rather successful woman. I studied in a good college and got a very prestigious job upon graduation. Obliged to accurately follow my Company's rather exacting dress-code, I wear modest clothes most of the time - they are dull suits, skirts and blouses. I do give myself some vent, like 'forgetting' to put on panties and wearing lacey stockings and garter belts, but all in all I grow very irascible with all of this prim and proper masquerade at work. So I guess for me hitting some place where I am free to show as much my body as I want is a real get-away.
I first realized that I was not what they call 'normal' when I was about 14 years of age. My sister and I went to the riverside for a picnic one day, we drove to the place in my sister's old Ford and her friends who were her age (she was about 17 then) followed us in their car. They were my sister's best friend Leah, her boyfriend Nash and another guy whom I fancied very much back then, but whose name I now, ironically, cannot remember.
Ever before that day my sister Jen and I used to sunbathe nude, for this was a fairly unpopular and forlorn place of the town and we'd never met any curious faces staring us down before. But that time we were not alone, and this knowledge endowed me with rather controversial emotions. On the one hand, I was far from considering my sister's friends a proper company to sunbathe nude in front of; on the other hand, I knew that this was the easiest way to attract the attention of the dude I had a crash on. Caught between two fires, I didn't know which evil to choose. Naturally, I've found a decision that lied somewhere in between: I decided to take off my swimsuit top and leave my thong on.
Well, I might have been still a kid, but I already had very womanly curves back then. When I lost my swimsuit top, my sister and her friends were shocked, to say the least. I enjoyed their reactions to the fullest! I often think that what I felt then was the true beginning of it all, for should their reaction have been more casual I may not have been stirred by the adrenaline of it and itching for more in my whole future life. So, back to that sunny day by the riverside. When I showed my rather full tits to the company, everyone was breathless. The funniest thing about it was that they didn't know what to say, and they thought ignoring the fact that I was topless seemed to be the most appropriate thing to do for them. They tried acting like they were all grown-ups, and I was just a kid, and this somehow made the trick for me. Protected by my status of a snotty schoolgirl, I showed off all I had to show in front of that other dude whatever-his-name-was. I could clearly see that my sister and her girlfriend Leah were furious with jealousy, for not only did that guy pay much attention to me, but Nash, Leah's boyfriend, as well. Thus I came to know an easy way to get the attention of guys and it became habitual with me.
The next time we went to the riverside I took off my swimsuit thong as well, and this caused much trouble with my sister. And of course everyone else was scandalized, but as I wouldn't yield and the boys (surprise! lol) took my side, I continued my nude beaching. Years after, I learnt out that my sister actually started doing the same whenever she went to Europe during her college vacations - sunbathing topless first, and then attending nude beaches that are rather numerous in Europe. Well all I can say is being imitated is a sure sign of being admired!
As for me, I love stripping in both public beaches and nude beaches, with the only difference that in the second case I don't feel like I am unique. Still, I know that men are there mostly to stare at women, and so I keep well toned to satisfy the aesthetic needs of the most demanding spectator, lol. Yes, nude beaching is what I love, and I am a convinced nudist. I am also absolutely sure that people who reject it are hypocrites, in fact they thwart nudism for a single reason - they are afraid to show their imperfections. Who knows, I may be just lucky to have my body in a great shape and what would my own vision of nude beaching be if it was otherwise. But still, I am in perfect harmony with myself as I a now!
The desire to get stripped at a nude beach and the fear of letting the people around you see you naked...Both of these feelings are strong - though the eagerness to expose the most secret corners of your body to the caressing rays of sun is still stronger. On the pages of X-Nudism you will be able to find the stories told by girls and guys trying nude posing in public for the very first time in their lives. 
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