Escaping For A Few Days To Rejuvenate

People are naturally drawn to me. I am blessed and grateful for it, but it tires me out. The habit of disappearing for a while formed in a time long past, which I cannot remember clearly anymore. Snippets of it is me taking my canoe in the wee hours of the day while the rest of the house was still asleep. I would row as far as possible up river, where I could be free (naked) for the whole day. This form of escape and freedom is deeply rooted in me and I often feel its call. It happens over time when a memory or one of my many imprints are triggered by sight, smell, sound or touch... 

This time I didn't pack much. I put on one of my two pairs of briefs that I own and tucked my flat, little vibrator (made for women) under my scrotum. I don't think it has ever given me an orgasm, but I love using it while going on trips. I buy a huge packet of batteries to keep it going, only removing it to let it cool down or when I go near people, because the buzzing sound draw attention. By the time I reached the road stall where I bought food for my trip, the front of my briefs was wet and I had to let my shirt hang over the front of my pants, because there were patches of moisture seeping through.

I booked in at a caravan park next to the sea. There was still time before sunset, so I wanted to go for a stroll on the beach. I parked at I sign that lead me on a catwalk through some woods before I reached the beach. Two guys and two girls, I assume in their early twenties, were swimming. I walked past them until I got to an estuary and then followed it inland. A family of holiday makers (I suppose from overseas, because it wasn't school holidays) came down from a holiday resort next to the estuary and caught me by surprise. The vibrator was loud between my legs and I had to walk fast to get away from them. I got a few strange looks.

On my way back, as I got over the first dune onto the catwalk, I found the swimmers from before between the woods. They looked up at me and there was no way of turning around without rising suspicion. I carried on walking, greeting them politely as I past them. The sound of the vibrator was echoing under the branches and I tried to get to my car as fast as possible. By the time I turned the ignition, the one girl came out of the woods and stood there, staring at me. I have no idea whether they knew what was going on.

The following morning the wind was howling, but it didn't bother me much, because it keeps people off the beach. I drove to the far end of town and then walked for an hour to be as remote as possible. I didn't see a single person on the beach and removed my shorts, briefs and shirt. The wind was strong, but not cold. The sun baked down on my nakedness' and I felt a familiar, deep calmness seeping into me.  

I do not remember the first time I stuck my fingers into a piece of newly cut sea bamboo and discovered how slimy it is on the inside. It was most probably when we use to dive for abalone. We cut the abalone in little squares and stuck it in the head part of a sea bamboo and seal it with a plug of seaweed. We made a fire on the beach and put the abalone-sea-bamboo parcel between the coals once they were ready. Delicious! At least for most of us... This was also the way I learned about iodine. Sea bamboo has high concentrations of it and one of my friends got sick when eating abalone that was cooked this way. However, the upside of iodine is that is is antibacterial and is used it in skincare products. I didn't know it then; I just knew that it felt great to rub this slimy stuff over me, especially over my genitals. The best was to cut a piece of sea bamboo, make a whole at the head and then dip your genitals into it. I lie flat on my tummy and move my hips, letting my scrotum and penis enjoy the slippery slime. The movement against the inside walls of the bamboo makes it release even more slime. I sometimes stop and lift my hips to see the slime dripping from me. I felt the sun reaching between my cheeks, right up to my anus, so I got up and fetched more bamboo to cover the rest of me in this natural sunscreen. I can understand that some people think that sea bamboo smells fishy, but it doesn't. You also can not compare it to bamboo that has been washed ashore. Fresh sea bamboo has a pleasant smell. I dunked my briefs in it until it was soaked and then went for a long stroll in it until it was dry.

I enjoyed my second day of my trip so much that I got up really early the next day to see if I could pack in even more fun into one day. Fortunately/unfortunately it was a perfect day, without any wind, plus, it was a Friday and weekenders started to stream in throughout the day. My first attempt in skinny dipping ended abruptly when an elderly couple came walking down the beach and had there morning swim next to me. After they have gone, I quickly got rid of my pants and bodysurfed a couple of waves. That was that! I didn't get a chance to do something like this again. It was okay though. I had a wonderful time and was rejuvenated on my return to civilization.