I heard a rumour that people actually read my blog and want
MORE creepy stories. Lucky for you (but not for me), there are no shortage.
Today let’s talk about a certain trip to the beach.
Okay so it was a nude beach. I used to go to this beach with
my family when I was little. I’m not going to lie, I thought it was a little
weird. But when I went back with my family to the non-nude or ‘clothed’
section, I felt my heart yearning for a trip to the weird naked side. Really, I
was a teenager who liked a tan and kind of wanted to be able to be naked
without having it look like I was wearing some kind of white sheen bikini. So I
told my fam I was going to the nude side for a little sun-bathing, and off I
wandered.
I walked a wee ways, trying to find somewhere a bit secluded,
a place where not too many people would see my 16 year old naked bod. I found a
little section where the only person in site was a naked man sitting upon a
rock. It looked funny seeing a naked man sitting upon a rock but he was fairly
far away, so I didn’t worry much and laid upon the beach to soak in some
cancerous UV rays.
I was lying face up when I saw the naked rock-sitter making
his way over to me. I felt a bit strange having a stranger come talk to me
while I was naked so I flipped on my tummy, thinking the butt seemed like less
of a big deal to expose. The naked rock-sitter asked me if I knew what time the
high and low tides were that day. I didn’t and I was (I believe anyway)
obviously uncomfortable as I said “no I don’t” but the rock-sitter didn’t take
any notice of my anxiety. He proceeded to have a seat and tell me that he was
planning to sleep on the beach that night and asked if I’d like to join him.
I declined. I don’t remember many more details about our
conversation, only that he tried to chat with me for a while and that I felt
VERY UNCOMFORTABLE being significantly younger than him and very obviously
naked, as was he. (Sorry I also didn’t take any notice of his bits and pieces
so have nothing to report on that.) I finally decided I had to get out of there.
So I said I had to go and join my family for lunch. I sat up to put my bikini
back on and I recall him very slowly rubbing sand off on my leg! Ew. After that
I was out in a flash and have not returned to a nude beach in the 14 years
since. And no, I did not return to sleep with him there that night.
