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My First Naked Shower: The Nudist Camp Awakening

The car crunches to a stop outside the gate. Bois-Joli. FFN. Nudist. My stomach flips. Lise grips my hand, palms sweaty. Two weeks ago, friends bailed, last spot available. No clue it was bare-assed paradise. Heart hammers. Cars pass, clothed drivers heading into naked world. ‘We in?’ I whisper. She nods, eyes wide. Cheque cashed. No refund. Back out? Lose everything. Fuck it. We walk in, clothes on, feeling like intruders.

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Reception guy’s half-naked, friendly. No FFN card? He makes one. Map in hand, we drive through. Naked bodies everywhere. Pubes trimmed, some shaved smooth like ours. Mine twitches already. Mobile home. Door shuts. ‘Do it,’ I say. Shirts off, shorts drop. Cocks out, pussies bare. Smooth as babies. Terrace. Two walkers wave. We wave back. Legs shake, but air feels electric on skin. Stroll. Eyes flick to our groins. Shaved. Noticed. Blood rushes south.

The Approach: Heart Racing at the Gate

Showers loom. Open wall, mixed, no stalls. Gulp. Water sprays. Alone at first. Bliss. Then giggles. Two blonde teens, tanned, triangles above slick lips. They soap backs, asses. Nipples perk. My cock swells. Foam hides it. Lise smirks, grabs me. Strokes slow. ‘Pervert,’ she whispers. Stops. Tease. Eyes lock. Pulse races. Unknown thrills us. Naturism’s hook sinks deep.

Water hits bare cock, first time public. Balls tighten. Teens rinse, sway away. Alone again. But stares burn. Shaved stands out. Pride swells with shame. Heart pounds like drum. No turning back. This body’s not mine anymore. Shared. Exposed. Electric.

The Instant: Skin on Skin, No Turning Back

First real contact: manager passes, shaved too. Relief. Then shower crowd. Us, open, soapy. Nerves peak. But skin sings. Freedom bites hard.

Back home now, years later. That first rinse? Innocence cracked. Pubes gone forever. Craved eyes on smooth slit, hard cock. Doors opened. Bisexual sparks with Alain later. But shower? Birth. Pulse still echoes. Skin remembers water’s kiss, stares’ heat. No regrets. Just hunger.

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