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My parents worked there for three summer months and, naturally, I was staying with them to while away my time on the beaches of Ferrara which is in Emilia Romagna.
I found a few friends and during the daytime we would all go sunbathing on a beach and turn into some nightclub during the evenings. The majority of my Italian friends were not Italian at all but American teenagers who came to spend their summer holidays with their parents who worked in the University of Ferrara in terms of the prof exchange program they used to run a decade ago.
There are precious little nightclubs in Ferrara, and after a few nights out in the city entertainment area we had lost a great deal of our enthusiasm, all of the local folks not speaking English in their mass majority which of course made the matters more complicated for us - there were some nice looking dudes whom we tried to get acquainted with, but we couldn't understand each other so we were like pissed off by language barrier, lol.
So this one evening we met some guys whose English was rather decent, to say the least. Both of them were students and I guess this fact accounts for it. We danced the night away in a nightclub they had brought us to, now I can hardly remember its name, I guess it was called something like Pelle D'oca and was translated into English rather ridiculously - Duck Skin, but well, it looked just alright to me. The next day they showed us some other great places like Rotondo and Sale del Mare, and things started looking up.
In the crowd of Italian guys that played the part of our animators during out Italian stay I singled out one guy whose name was Giuseppe, or Beppe for short. He was the best-looking dude in the crowd and he studied law in the University of Ferrara and it was my aspiration to enter law faculty in the States so we kinda warmed up to each other from the very beginning. And it is but natural that we started seeking solitude and deserted places to be together for a while, talking just about whatever was on our mind and kissing for ours. It was real good, just thinking about nothing and make no further plans that tonight's hangout. As the time drew closer to the summer's end I could see that Beppe was showing the signs of anxiety, and it pleasured me to think that he was dreading the prospect of my departure looming ahead of us. Contrary to what I had thought, however, Beppe was anxious to drag me in bed before I board my homebound plane. But this, of course, I only realized when the flight attendant was distributing coffees in the cabin. But first things first.
As I had already said, we did our best to lose the pestering gang of our friends and spend some hours together. Just whenever we chanced to find a desolated beach or a deserted corner of a café Beppe would start kissing me frantically and openly pawing me. I cannot say that I didn't like that, but those were public places, after all, and I felt somewhat embarrassed to realize that people might see us.
Than this one day Beppe came up with a fantastic idea, as he had called it. He promised me he'd take me to a fantastic beach somewhere in Lido delle Nazioni. How was I to know that Comacchio beach was a nude beach where the most brazen folks of Ferrara were stripping to the bark for Lord knows what sense of it but the desire to stare at each other, at least that was what I initially thought of the whole escapade when Beppe had driven us to the place. It was such a state of shock! I didn't know what to think, but the idea of both teasing Beppe and seeing what he looked like without his swimming trunks made me dizzy. Besides, I didn't want to look as if I was ashamed of my body and thus unwilling to take off my swimsuit. I was way too much dependent on what people might think of me back then, and the prospect of Beppe's seeing me as some rotten girlfriend with complexes pissed me off a great deal.
Putting on the bravest and most matter-of-fact face I could under the circumstances, I slowly started taking off the top of my swimsuit. From the corner of my eye I could see Beppe gulping. Oh yes, I thought, serves you right for bringing me in a place like that unasked! My tits are 33DD and his jaw simply dropped when he'd seen them fall out of my bikini top. When it came down to taking off my swimsuit bottom he groaned and lay on his stomach. I was more than contented with the effect my stripping produced on him, but I was also curious to see him without his trunks. He never took them off that day and he could barely get up to run a few meters separating us from the water so much excited he was. Well, if I thought it was not so fair I kept my objections hushed, for I was much flattered with this kind of reaction.
I cannot say that now I am a confirmed nudist, but I don't feel like it's something disgusting - with years I came to realize that people there do not parade in front of each other, notwithstanding the way I felt about my first public stripping. People come to such places to feel free, and I enjoy this feeling, too, just when the circumstances permit.