Sure, we had some questions and also a lot of uncertainties, but the circumstances were such that we were pushed into this movement luckily, to never regret it later!
We used to go holidaying to the hot states three years in a row before last summer. Our dream vacation spot is a long beach, deserted, with coconut trees, clear and warm water.
We’d the opportunity to go holidaying several times in preceding years, yet this year, with the catastrophe, my friend lost his job, he was fortunate to find one soon after, however once bitten and twice shy, you know, so we were determined to spend as little for holidaying as we could this time. What we needed to do was go fifteen days on vacation in a comparatively affordable, not exceedingly crowded and sunny.
It was all great, but the last two standards were debatable. For instance, on the Riviera everything is pricey, and following an encounter of a friend in 2007 to Collioure, the sun occasionally keeps the UV starved tourists waiting.
Hence we thought to go through the Pyrenees and Spain on the Costa Brava where one could find plenty of sun, the prices are lower than in France but tranquility and empty shores are absolutely out of question. In May, when I was doing my researches, there was no question of going into organized naturist campsite, however they were all too expensive. And I came across the site of a pool campsite, 10 kilometers from the beach, with small number of seats… I enjoyed it very much from the very s prostitute, except that I had not detected that it absolutely was a nudist camp. What a disappointment it was when I came to realize it! There was even a gallery nudist section on the website. I didnt know what to think of it.
I continued my research for a week, but I found nothing I liked. I didn’t even dare to speak to my boyfriend, but I couldn’t quit thinking about it. Could we actually make it? I’m 27 years old, but I’m not a bombshell. My height is 1 m 74 for 62 pounds, and fortunately I have no midriff, but no breasts either, and I took everything in the buttocks, 92 inches, as well as cellulite, I was completely stiffened by unwillingness to show them away. That is why I mostly fancy abandoned shores where nobody can observe that part of my body.
Then I started reading posts about naturists, I believed, also, that in a campground this size so near the sea there would be few during the day by the poolside. And anyways, nude people surely kept a greater distance between their mats. Some phrases comforted me very much: respect for others, close to nature, ecology… I finally contacted the campsite: no problems with booking. All was going well, the only thing remaining was to speak to my boyfriend, who accepted instantly.
As the date of departure was drawing closer, I was still less and less sure of myself. And then there came the fateful moment when we were standing before the gate. We got registered, unpacked and settled, with all the only crucial matter remaining to be done undressing! And it’s not so clear, I’m already fairly sophisticated with my real and there’s also something that I had not thought of: I am Belgian, blonde, with blond skin and my skin is extremely white. I am ever so frightened to get sunburnt! Luckily, it was already a late day, the pool had shut, it was becoming a bit trendy, I liked to prevent stripping and besides I was not the only one dressed in the evening (many teenagers, along with girls of my age, were dressed, too).
So the following morning it was the most difficult. I went to the blocks with simply a t-shirt on. So it was family nudists exposed bottom and my genitals in public. I was a bit surprised on arriving at the washroom: no cottage using a door, you take a shower together, which is logical in a sense. So I had no choice, it was mandatory that I took off my shirt to take my shower, making it the first time being naked in front of a dozen of people. I was more than a little embarrassed, I stared at all the people who were around me, but gradually I calmed down, nobody paid any attention to me and I could no longer indulge my complexes, because physically I was somewhat in the center. It assured me a lot and after my shower I returned to the tent naked. We then went to the pool, there were a few folks, but I didn’t feel what I despise about the textile beaches, meeting dozens of dirty looks that seem to say “look at this one with her fat ass!”. Here, nobody looked at me, I lived in absolute indifference, and I was entirely satisfied with this particular ambience.
And what about the bath I could not believe it, I still almost even difficult to trust that feelings are so distinct, so nice it was with just having to remove a small piece of cloth! I, who did not like swimming, I stayed for hours in water. I adored it, swimming, diving, playing with my boyfriend. I felt restored, it wasn’t me but another girl who eventually found the pleasure of bathing. Moreover, it was not like other campgrounds that we attended. Generally at textile campsites, the pool is squatted by kids screaming, agitated in every direction. Here, there were also children, they played ok, but it was more respectful of other swimmers. The pool was very big, it is also there, but I feel the same pool in a fabric campsite was too noisy.
I’m now a regular visitor of that campsite, together with my boyfriend; I keep on browsing gallery nudism section at their website hoping to find public nudism of the most loyal bare beachers of all of the times!