We've never been to a nudist beach, but I have been naked on a beach - once and only for a short time.
We were sat at the top of the beach, at the bottom of the dunes/grass.
Thankfully, I was sat with Mar sat in front of me, between my legs, with us both looking out to see while we cuddled and enjoyed the last of the sun. Mar was topless but had shorts on.
All of a sudden we were aware of two blokes coming on to the beach using the path at the side of us. They were walking and talking, but then stopped both. Next thing we knew, they were talking louder, as they approached. They kept looking forwards while they walked and talked and "obviously hadn't seen us". We just sat there and cuddled and watched them pass.
Eventually, once they were well down the beach, one of them glanced back.
I suppose, being on a textile beach it could have been bad, but as it was, it was just funny

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I Live Sao Paulo, Brazil. So I Went To Peruibe, Brazil On Easter
Holliday. It Was My First Time Ever At That Beach.There Is A Beach
There Called Desertinha Little Desert One, With Nothing But Water,
Sand, Rocks, Vegetation And Sun Of Course!Whent I When i Arrived To
The Beach, There I Was A Group Of Four People And A Couple, i Was
Ashamed To Take My Swimsuit Off, So I Went To The Far Side, Near
The Rocks.Soon, I Placed My Backpack Over A Rock And Take My
T-Shirt, Shorts And, Of Course, My Swimsuit Off!I Went To The Water
And Dived A Couple Of Times. When I Was Returning, I Saw Two Girls
Walking In My Direction And Staring At Me And My Body. When They
Were Near Of Me, I Said: Hi!, And They Said: Hi!, Too Shy And Did
Not Stop Staring At Me And My Body!It Was Funny, Because, I
Thought, They Never Seen A Nude Man At A Beach Before!It Is Not A
Nude/Cloyhing-Optional Beach, But Since 2008 There Is Nudists
There, And The People Tolerate.

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I have a story I laugh about now...
It wasn't funny at the time though. I sold real estate on the coast of North Carolina on weekends back in the early 90's, and the company I worked for owned a house on one of the islands where the Realtors who sold these properties could stay for free, for those of us who lived inland. A major hurricane had just blown through, and while our resort came through just fine, and the house we stayed in was fine (because it was on the inland side of the street), those homes that were on the sea side of the beach were wrecked, and some utterly destroyed.
After a long day of touring clients around the property and grabbing a light dinner, I decided to run on the beach before going to bed. So I threw on a pair of shorts and my running shoes and ran down the beach, completely amazed at the amount of damage the waves and wind from this hurricane had caused. Not a single light was on in any of the houses I passed, and most had suffered major damage.
I ran down a few miles until I came to a popular restaurant before turning around, and as I returned, I thought about how desolate it felt and how I was the only person on the island it seemed. About a quarter mile before I ended my run, I got the idea that since it was so desolate and there was obviously no one inside any of these seaside damaged homes, it would probably be my one and only chance to go skinny dipping at this famous beach.
So I stopped, took my shoes off, stripped off my shorts (ran commando), and proceeded to run into the warm Atlantic Ocean nude and happy. I probably spent about 20 minutes or so body surfing in the unusually high waves (the hurricane was still affecting the coastal surge, even though it had moved away two days prior), but knowing I had another day of touring ahead of me the next day, I reluctantly left the wonderful surf to walk up to my clothes. But, the waves had pushed me south, so I had to hunt for my clothes, and it was almost absolute black with no lights from these houses.
Suddenly, I saw a car drive between two houses about 100 yards north of me, and being an ex cop, instinct and experience told me this was a patrol car, and I dove down into a depression made by heavy water drainage that was about 18 inches deep. It was the closest and quickest concealment I could find. Sure enough, a glaring search light came on moments later, and it swept the area where I had just been standing and the surf I had been swimming in for what felt like hours, but was probably only five minutes. I prayed the hardest I had ever prayed that the cops would not see my shining wet posterior sticking out above the level of the sand. Thankfully, the light went off, and the cops were lazy enough to not get out of there car and investigate, because they backed up and drove away.
I waited at least another ten minutes before I ran down to the water to wash all the sand off of me, then spent another few minutes finding my shorts and shoes. For good measure, I ran past the trail I needed to exit and went another quarter mile, then backtracked down the road this time to the house.
This story always gets a laugh from friends both nude and textile, and I laugh along with them, but it sure as hell was not funny at the time.
Don

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