This is a story shared with me by a dear friend. She did not feel comfortable posting it herself but gave me permission to do so. While she also gave me liberty to make semantic and text changes, I tried to keep it in her words and voice as much as possible. It is a little long but I hope you will appreciate why when you reach the end - she is incredibly brave and inspiring. If it is well received, then perhaps I can submit the second part later.
(Names were change to respect her privacy.)
A long time ago, in my youth, when I was about 18 years old, a woman caught me masturbating. She had the wisdom not to scare or condemn me. If she did, it would have probably scarred me emotionally for life. On the contrary! She became my friend and introduced me into the world of nudism and sex. She did not have a dark or dubious reason, but instead, lead me on a healthy path. It was sex in its pure form, without perverse acts or any violence.
In those days, I often walked naked in the vicinity of my farm. That's where the woman caught me masturbating; to protect her identity I will call her Diana. She worked as a landscape designer, engineer, and architect on a cottage under construction on our farm. They were building a cottage on the outskirts of the farm under the order of a new owner. Diana saw me and recognized my passion. She also found words to explain that the body is a natural part of us; being shy about it means not loving or respecting it. She also taught me to suppress fear and embarrassment. After we became friends, she openly gave me tips and practical recommendations on how best to achieve an orgasm. These were useful lessons at the time. A couple of times she even brought me to orgasm herself. But it was more for demonstration purposes.
Nudity was exciting for me but It took time to build my confidence. In our first conversation, Diana asked a number of questions, one of which, of course, was why I was naked, and why I was doing this. I explained my emotions to her as best as I could. She asked how diverse my experiences were. I told her that everything was limited to masturbating and bathing naked in a nearby pond whenever possible. She asked if I was ever caught while swimming. I told her that I was seen once and that it was scary, but at the same time exciting. This was the beginning of my experiments with nudism. Diana encouraged me to explore things further. She suggested, for starters, that I should try to just be naked for longer periods and in different places. For example, small walks near my home, where people will not see me. After doing that, the next step was that she and I went swimming in the pond together.
Once when were in the pond, there were several people fishing on the opposite bank. Diana was always in a swimsuit during these experiences. The pond is small, and the distance was close enough that the people fishing could see that there was nothing on me. Diana said we should just continue to swim, that there was no reason for excitement, and that I would only need to try. Since she was around, everything was going to be fine. I did it. And indeed, nothing terrible happened. It even seemed to me that no one paid attention to me at all.
The next time we were at the pond, we were clearly spotted. To my shock and surprise, Diana waved her hand to the people nearby, which drew attention to herself. She told me to do it, too. She said it was very important if I wanted to build confidence. Once there was a time, while we were in the water, when a young family came to our side of the pond. Their baby just started walking towards us. I was nervous in the water. Diana reassured me and, to give me courage, she removed the top of her swimsuit. Then we both got out of the water, wiped ourselves off with towels, and went into the woods by the pond. Of course, we were followed by everyone’s incredulous eyes. Diana just acknowledged them and commented that the water is great that day. I just smiled silently like a fool, but I liked her confidence and peace of mind. When we entered the woods, she said, “You see! Nothing bad happened.” She suggested that I stay the way I was, without clothes, and walk until we reached the edge of the forest. When we got to there, Diana got dressed and told me, “You want to test yourself to see how long can you go completely naked?” I agreed. We continued walking until we reached the construction site where I clearly saw the silhouettes of the workers on the roof. I could see what they were wearing, so the opposite was true too! Then I did not dare go further and got dressed. Diana told me it was okay and I should not feel bad. She said that I was a pretty brave girl.
As I became more confident, I began to set goals for myself, and come up with plans to increase my experiences. Diana didn't object, but I always consulted her. For example, I came up with this idea: I went to the forest pond constantly along the path along the backyards of the cottages. The cottage under construction, where she worked, was furthest in the village, and then there was a field, the forest, and the pond which were closer to my home. I asked her, “What if I ran this distance in light clothes, or maybe even without any at all?” Diana liked the idea. She supported me. I began to that long distance periodically and, each time, gradually reducing my wardrobe.
In planning my outages, I would always get turned on. I'd always catch myself thinking: can I do this? Run with bare breasts one day, and then do it again the next day while stopping to greet people? Then I would consider going further! Could run in a sports top and shorts directly to the area right below the construction site, then take off my shorts, and run to the woods with a bare butt, listening to whistles and screams at my back? Or maybe I could ride along the fence of the construction site on a bicycle completely naked? What would everyone think of me? Would I be able to do it?
On one particular occasion we decided I should try a variation the bicycle idea, but much bolder of course! We arranged the scenario in advance and Diana convinced me that I was ready for it. Up to that point, her colleagues had seen me many times, but those occurrences had been random and brief. Several times during those occurrences, I would be riding naked near the construction site and spot Diana among the workers; then I would wave to her while shouting hello. This occasion would be different. Here is what happened: I was on my way home, and I stopped by the construction site like before. This time, however, after I waved to her, Diana invited me over. I threw my bike near the gate and she led me a designated spot that she and I planned in advance. Then she suggested I take a shower since I was covered in dust and sweat. Naturally I was full of nervousness when everyone saw me and I had so many butterflies in my stomach. My neck and ears begin to itch too. Then there was also a pleasant feeling in my lower body, though, that I really liked and I wanted it to last as long as possible!
At the construction site, there was no formal shower. There was just a canopy of tarpaulin on a wire, which was attached by one end to the wall of the building, and the second end to the surrounding fence. Above this triangular patch was a barrel with a crane on top where water could pour out. We planned for me to take a shower there, which I did. I handed over my shoes to Diana as I wasn’t wearing anything else. While was in the shower, she did not close the canopy, but simply blocked the entrance with her body. When I was done, Diana said she'd go get a towel. When she left, she still did not close the canopy. Of course, everyone who was in the yard saw me there, still wet and naked. This was what I was going for. It was hard. But I could stand it. I was calm. Diana always told me, “Make sure you smile, whatever happens.” She also prepared me beforehand by saying, “Don't be afraid, act like you're in a swimsuit, and just smile.” She suggested that I could always distract myself by wringing my hair.
I still wonder how I looked at that moment in other people's eyes. What were they thinking? I spun under the shower, mostly with my back to the aisle, washing my hair. But there was a paradox. When I opened my eyes, and I saw that the builders were busy with their affairs, I was surprised that no one was staring at me at all. I had two distinct feelings: A sense of deep reassurance as well as hints of disappointment. “Is no one really interested?” Deep inside, my insecurities made themselves known. My thoughts were filled with “I'm not the girl who attracts attention, nobody likes me, I'm a freak and a loser.” Diana probably recognized this when came back with the towel. She quickly began to cheer me up and praise me. She handed me a little towel so I started wiping down. While I was doing this, she introduced me to her colleagues. She said that I was a special girl and that I wanted to be a nudist. I don't remember much of what else she said. I do remember hearing shouts from the crowd that they already knew me since they saw me running naked on my way home.
Diana then took my hand, saying my bag was in her office. And so we went, hand in hand, through the whole crowd. As she dragged through the entire crowd, she praised me more: “Let's show them all how brave, pretty, athletic you are.” That constant phrase made the difference. She added, “Do you see? What you like to do is great. Isn't it?!”
At the time, I had almost no sexual arousal. But when I came home, thinking about the whole experience – everything to the very detail (the looks, the questions, my answers, what they said about me), I became extremely aroused! I gave into such a masturbation frenzy that I wore myself out. I feel asleep, completely exhausted, and only woke at dawn, when the sun rose.
Naturally, I wanted to experience that again. After that incident, though, I would get even bolder. But that is for another story…
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