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Growing up in North Carolina, the Outer Banks were our “go to” spot for summer vacations. I remember as a kid the feeling of excitement as we crossed the bridge to the chain of barrier islands and got our first glimpse of the Atlantic. Over the years the family tried out different areas along the coast, Corolla, Kill Devil Hills, Nag Head. These were and continue to be popular spots and expectedly have grown up quite a bit resulting in busy traffic and crowded beaches. During my teenage years my folks started moving a bit more south and the village of Avon became our special place. Oh how I wished they’d bought a house that could be our regular destination. The beach was wide, the water a bit warmer, the village (at that time) small enough to go disappear for most of the day on bikes.
Being that far down the stretch of coastline also meant that we were closer to Ocracoke. At least once each week we were on vacation we’d pile in the family station wagon for the 20 mile drive to Hatteras Village and drive on to the ferry that took us on a 40 minute ride over to Ocracoke Island. From the ferry dock it was another 12 miles to the town of Ocracoke where we’d have lunch, walk around the town lake, enjoy ice cream and go in the summer shops. The we’d drive back up the island, stopping at the halfway point up the road where the pony pens were located. Centuries before, Spanish ponies, survivors of shipwrecks had found their way to this barrier island to roam free. More recently, after a few unfortunate interactions with vehicular traffic, they had been rounded up and now kept in a more protected part of the island. It was a highlight for us as kids to stop to see the ponies and offer carrots and peppermints.
The parking area was across from a beach access point and we would always go over the dune to spend some time on the sand and have a last chance to play in the surf and get sandy for the drive back to the ferry and our rental house. On one of those day trips I was standing with my mother at the surf line. Looking up the beach I could see people far in the distance. When I asked her about it she told me, “oh, those are the nudies”. This was back in the 70’s and it seems that the remoteness of the Ocracoke beaches meant a place for those inclined to enjoy the beach in the buff.
Fast forward to the late 80’s. Recently married, my new wife and I are planning our first summer vacation. We’d gone to St. Martin on our honeymoon and that was the first time we’d been exposed to a nude beach. I’ll admit that I loved it and I think my wife was tolerant of my desire to go there every day. There’s something so freeing about being out in the open, feeling every sense on the skin, the feel of water on bits that, up until that time, had been tucked inside wet, clingy swimwear. Some people will say that the only people you see at a nude beach are people that you don’t want to see naked but truthfully, that is just a closed minded person’s fear. Yes, there were all body types on the nude beaches of St. Martin, and yes, I did manage to look at some very shapely beach goers. But the end result was a fantastic time growing together as a couple and a realization that all people on the planet have a lot of anatomy in common and there’s no reason to be ashamed by any of it.
Finding a place to go naked was not a primary factor in choosing where to take our summer trip. We were still in the infancy of our careers and consequently, money had to be a consideration. We really wanted a beach trip and when we talked about going to the Outer Banks (where my wife also vacationed as a child) I brought up my childhood memories of Ocracoke. After doing some searching (so much more challenging before the internet was as available) we found a relatively cheap hotel right in town. When vacation time finally arrived we were ready!
It took the better part of the day to get to the ferry terminal. The excitement of driving onto the boat and feeling the wind, smelling the salt air and seeing all the gulls flocking in our wake brought back the vivid memories of my childhood. Since it was later in the afternoon, the boat was far from full with only a handful of cars headed across. Ours was the last vehicle off.
There is one road running the length of the island. Twelve miles to the village at the far end with a couple of parking lots along the way. There is a dune that runs along the island separating the road from the beach. There is evidence that it sometimes blows across the road but it had been recently cleared. I can’t recall what mile post kahramanmaraş escort it was but we saw a couple of cars pulled off to the side of the road and near a pathway across the dune. I was ready to feel the sand between my toes so we stopped for a quick look. If memory served, this would have been were my mother had pointed out the “nudies” so many years ago. My heart was fluttering a bit (the same feeling it had the first time we stripped down on St. Martin). As we got to the top of the dune we could see miles in both directions. Not far up the beach we could make out a couple groups of people. But while I was hoping for confirmation that this was the spot to be nude, these folks were dressed. But they were also walking toward us, headed back to what I presume were their cars. We ended up passing them as we strolled down to the water’s edge and exchanged hellos. The woman of one of the couples smiled and said, “yep, this is the place to be.” Perhaps I wanted to read more into her statement but we decided that this was the place we’d come the next day for our first beach excursion.
Our hotel room was fine. Back then, on a limited budget, we were happy with anything that had clean sheets and a bathroom. Since it was a beach trip there wasn’t much to unpack and we ended up strolling the town, enjoying a couple of beers and some seafood and turning in early. If you’re looking for a story about passionate love and amazing sex, well, that happened too! We were still basically newlyweds and there’s something about getting it on in a new place. But this story is about a beach trip.
We’d brought a cooler with food for breakfast a lunch for our first couple of days and the room had a microwave and water kettle for coffee. After our morning sex workout and showers we were finally ready to head to the beach. We’d learned long ago that more stuff is too much. We had towels, an umbrella, a little lunch cooler with drinks and plenty of sunscreen. That gear plus our books and we were ready. Oh yeah, my little camera is always packed for a trip.
I was afraid that I’d miss the spot to pull off the road since there was no real marker but when we came up on a couple cars pulled off on the shoulder I figured we were in the right place. They were the same vehicles we’d seen the evening before. Those butterflies in my stomach returned. The morning was already steamy as we threaded our way through the low brush along the path. Hardly any breeze at all. Liz got the to top of the dune before me and stopped to take a survey. To the left there was a beach umbrella and two tiny figures under it’s shade. It was hard to get a clear view but if I were to guess they were naked. To the right there were a couple beach chairs set up on the sand. They were empty but I could see two people out in the water. Liz didn’t want to set up right in front of the pathway, instead being down a bit so we chose to go to the right. I took a few minutes before we passed the encampment with the chairs. The people were still out in the water. It was a man and woman who looked to be a bit older than us. They waved as we walked past, continuing a bit so as to not be too close. After all, there looked to be several miles of empty beach ahead of us. When we figured we were far enough away we stopped and set up. I purposefully took time setting our umbrella, first stripping down to my speedo style suit while Liz shucked off her cover up revealing a white bikini.
While I set up the umbrella I kept an eye on the folks that we had passed. I could see them look our direction as they came to the shallow water then watched as they stood up and made their way back to their spot. Yes! They were both naked. I told Liz to take a quick look to confirm. With that validation she quickly took off her bikini and I dropped my suit. In part this is because we wanted to enjoy the all over tan opportunity but also to inform our nearest beach neighbors that we were okay with the dress code. They gave a big wave in response.
Liz and I took turns covering each other in sunscreen. Another great advantage to nude sunning, not having to work around suit edges. Plus, a bit of bare skin contact makes every day better!
Now was time to settle in for the relaxation that we both craved. I had brought my book and was stretched out on my towel. It was hard to concentrate what with the sound of the gentle surf, noises from the overhead gulls and the view of water stretching out before us. A pod of dolphins worked their way past. A line of pelicans kastamonu escort flew by. I was on my stomach to start out but Liz was next to me on her back with her had shading her eyes from the bright sun. Good thing I was face down since the sight of her naked form glistening from the lotion incited a pleasant effect on my cock. This was contentment.
From the corner of my eye I sensed some movement and, glancing up, I saw 2 people walking along the waterline towards us. The folks that we had passed were coming our way. I was happy to see that they were still naked. As they got closer I nudged Liz and she sat up on her elbows taking the hat off of her face. The woman of the couple greeted us with a warm hello and they slowed their stroll when they were just in front of us. On our previous nude beach experiences the interaction with others was minimal (except for the naked time share seller and a clothed beach vendor in St. Martin). Something made me think these folks wanted to chat. They stepped a bit closer to us, introducing themselves as Kim and Jeff. I jumped up to return the greeting, reaching out shake hands. I figured this is exactly what I would have done at a party if I was meeting new people. The fact that we were all nude shouldn’t change how we act. I helped Liz to her feet as she shook hands as well.
It was obvious that they were no strangers to all over sunning. Both had even tans without obvious tan lines (like we had). They were school teachers from Johnson City Tennessee. They had been coming to Ocracoke for a number of years, enjoying the quite small town feel of the village and the chance to enjoy this stretch of beach nude. As we were chatting I heard the sound of a shrill whistle from up the beach.
“That’s John and Brenda,” said Kim. “Its the signal'”
They were referring to the couple further up the beach that we’d seen from the top of the dune. While this stretch of beach was regularly used by nudists, it wasn’t an official nude beach. That meant when the park rangers made their daily rounds driving down the beach it would be best to be wearing a swimsuit to avoid the possibility of getting a citation. If nude beach goers saw the ranger’s pickup making its way down the beach they would blow a whistle to alert others so they’d have time to dress. Jeff took off his hat and pulled 2 small pieces of cloth out, handing one to Kim and then stepping into a little brief speedo. Kim’s suit was just a bikini bottom. Apparently, the letter of the law was that genitals be covered, bare breasts were okay. Taking this advice, I slipped on my speedo while Liz put on her bikini bottoms. We continued talking, waiting for the slow approach of the rangers. They waved as they passed by, unfazed by the bare breasts of the two ladies.
“Well,” I said, “we will have to find a whistle tonight when we get back to town so we can do our duty.”
We saw the truck move on down the beach until nearly out of sight, too far away to see any detail. Then we all stripped back down to our birthday suits. Liz invited our new friends to move their stuff down to join us so that they could use our umbrella when needing to take a break in the shade. We ended up spending the afternoon getting to know each other and enjoying a beautiful beach day. A highlight was watching Liz and Kim playing a game of waterside paddle ball in the buff!
They were also staying down in the village at a different hotel and we made plans to meet that evening to enjoy a cold beer and dinner.
If you were thinking that this story would go on to talk about an evening of wife swapping and group sex you’d be wrong. We were just normal couples enjoying normal beach activities, just with fewer clothes. Don’t get me wrong. It’s stimulating to see other naked bodies and there’s an undercurrent of excitement to be outside naked and with other people.
We spent the rest of the week coming back to this stretch of beach every day. Our new friends introduced us to the “regular crowd”. It was encouraging to know that there were so many others like us who appreciated this unofficial nude beach and it was fun to recognize them when we were walking in the village in the evenings when we were back to being textiles.
Over the next several summers we came back to Ocracoke to have similar experiences, meeting up with several of these couples many times. They became an important part of our “nudist beach” life, even to the point of exchanging holiday cards. And some of those cards were great reminders kayseri escort of our connections as we shared beach photos from this special place (but those cards were reserved for a select few!)
We missed a couple summers of coming to the island after the birth of our son, Bobby. At an age where naps can be the most important part of the day and the sun is too intense we ended up staying at places where our accommodations were closer at hand. It wasn’t until he was 3 years old that we thought we could try coming back.
There were a few more things we had to drag with us over the dune trail to the beach and the umbrella was bigger that summer to be sure there was enough shade space for all of us and a place for his napping towel. Of course a few beach toys were part of the supplies and more juice boxes and less beer. It seems silly to dress any 3 year old in a swimsuit. Wet clothes and sand tend to result in lots of tears so we didn’t have to deal with that. And when we saw the ranger truck approaching Liz and I did our regular thing of putting on bathing suits (lower half for her) but let our little guy run around in the altogether. Again, after the rangers were past we went back to being a little nudist family.
We had seen a few other beach goer heading to our left but no one down to our right. Bobby had woken up from a brief nap and Liz looked like she need one herself so I slathered him in more sunscreen (same for me) and grabbed his beach bucket as we went out to gather shells and look for sea glass. Since we had just had the daily “ranger check” visit, I didn’t even think about sticking my speedo under my hat. We slowly wandered long the wet sand. He would chase some of the gulls, pick up and inspect shells, we’d dig up the little coquina clams then drop them back on the soft wet sand watching them turn on end and bury themselves. It was an afternoon that is still vivid in my memory since it was so innocent and beautiful.
But it was what happened next that is probably why I still remember that day. My son and I had wandered a fair distance down the beach from our “spot”. There’s nothing quite freeing as enjoying a naked walk on the beach. I knew we needed to head back before he got too tired and would need to be carried. Of course, we’re going at the pace of a distracted toddler. I heard the sound of voices and looking over to the dune line saw a group of people coming across on a dune trail between Liz and our umbrella and where Bobby and i we currently walking. It was a group of 4 women. From this distance they looked to be probably in their 20’s.
What to do, what to do. I saw the group stop as they came down from the dune, looking up and down the beach. There’s no way they couldn’t see that I was nude. I figured that if finding out that this stretch of shoreline was nude use they would turn around and head back. Instead, they kept on coming down to the beach. Of course, just as they got to the edge of the wet sand, my son was overcome with a need to share his latest find with these new people. He ran over, hands raised and holding his favorite shells. I have to admit, he’s a cute kid and all of the girls smiled and laughed.
I stood back a bit, not wanting to come across as some kind of perv, while the girls smiled and talked to my toddler. Clearly my nakedness wasn’t off putting. I apologized if my nudity was a problem but they just laughed. They had heard that there was a possibility of a nude beach experience and clearly they had come to the right place. Seeing motion out of the corner of my eye I looked to see my wife walking towards us, also naked, I realized she was coming to demonstrate that it really was an innocent, family friendly environment.
We shared the low down about the ranger drive by as the girls all stripped down to their birthday suits. As we walked back to our spot leaving the girls to set up their chairs and towels, Liz asked me if I enjoyed the show. It didn’t hurt that these young ladies were college friends on a dance team at a nearby university. And looking back it was obvious that they too were no strangers to tanning in the buff.
Unfortunately, subsequent visits to this beach were fewer and fewer. After our daughter was born it became more challenging to bring 2 active kids and all their beach needs over the distance from parking and the dune.
Years later, on a long early September weekend trip, we made the trek to this favorite beach. The day was warm and the surf was gentle. There were a few cars at the road turn off so we pulled over, got our beach gear out and once again made the short walk over the dune to the beach. We could see a couple groups of sunbathers both to our right and left but unfortunately all were wearing bathing suits. I’m afraid that our stretch of beach had changed….no longer offering the innocence and freedom that we once experienced.
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