Southern ShoresI can say in full confidence that I have gone swimming without trunks more often than with in the last 5 years, though I’ve been skinny dipping off and on since I was 17. Now when I’m swimming with family or in public pools, the sensation of restriction that comes with a swimsuit drives me crazy.
One of my best experiences skinny dipping was last spring when my wife and I, along with several friends, went to the Dominican Republic on a resort. Our third or fourth night there, I had gone to the beach with a couple of the guys to watch a thunderstorm on the distant evening horizon. It was a glorious night, and after 20 minutes or so, I said “**** it, I’m getting in the water.” The guys, who were used to my swimming antics from countless camping trips, knew what that meant, and continued to chat as I ******** down and walked out to the water.
It was a public beach, and I was shocked to find it practically abandoned in the night. We were the only 3 souls in sight. It was an exhilarating experience. The warm ocean water, moving somewhat more violently than it did in the day, tossed me to and fro as I floated there in the shallows ( I had been drinking, and I didn’t dare risk going out too far). After a good 15 minute swim , I walked out back on to shore, dripping wet and naked and with a huge grin on my face.
This became a nightly tradition for me for the rest of the trip. I couldn’t get over how rarely I saw people on the beach at night. Once or twice maybe, I saw a couple going for an evening stroll, but with the thousands on the resort, it just didn’t make any sense to me. It felt like I had my own private beach, and soon what little modesty I had vanished. I would sit in the beach chairs in the nude, letting the cool summer breeze dry me, sipping a beer and enjoying the freedom.
My wife was quite content with my evening swims, provided I swore not go out past my head, which I was more than happy to agree to. On our second last night there, I finally convinced her to join me. She had never gone skinny dipping before, and lacked my exhibitionist streak, so she had been reluctant. I guess she thought I planned to score a little action out of it, but when I made it clear that it was not a sexual thing, just a natural freedom experience I wanted to share with her, she decided to give it a go. It was awesome.
She was a little nervous at first, particularly during the long walk from the beach chair where we left our clothes (chosen quite carefully next to a distinctive palm tree, allowing me to locate it easily on the dark coast) to the water, but she loved it once we were in. We swam for 40 minutes up and down the coast, chatting and splashing and having a great time. We both strode back onto shore in complete confidence, briefly donning our clothes again for the hurried walk back to our room for some more traditional nude activity. Okay, so I did want to score a little action out of it. What a great night!