I'm sorry, but I'm a nudist! - a story from life.

Hello everyone My name is Lyudochka and I am a nudist, a story happened to me on the beach near Belgorod, now I will tell you.

It was last summer and I was with my girlfriend (she is not a nudist), I came to the beach and we settled down behind the reeds, as always I undressed completely and lay down. Marinka, that was the name of my girlfriend, said she would go for ice cream, the village was not far away and there is a shop there. And I relaxed and sunbathed naked, the sun warmed my naked body so sweetly, pleasant thoughts came to my head, I remembered one guy and it felt nice just below the stomach. I was lying and dreaming, when suddenly...

I heard the noise of the reeds and realized that someone was coming straight to me, I was slightly scared and saw a man, most likely it was a homeless man, all in dirty clothes, most likely it was his place where he could sleep or wash in peace. When he saw me, he was stunned, I reached for my things and wanted to get dressed. The man speaks in such a voice,

- Sorry, madam, I'm sorry for disturbing your privacy and disturbing your peace, but I'm sorry, I'll ask you a question, he said.
- Why are you naked?
"I'm sorry, but I'm a nudist," I replied.

He stood for a few seconds in a daze and probably did not understand the meaning of this word, silently began to pull off his pants, I sat and watched what would happen next. Taking off his dirty trousers, he began to take off his underpants, parrying with a phrase in my direction.

- Madam, in order not to stand out against your background, I will take off everything. I won't bother you, it's just that it's inconvenient for me to be dressed when such a gorgeous young lady is sunbathing like Eva.

I had such a smile on my lips, I wanted to laugh, he was so funny, dirty, unpleasant in appearance, but so gallant. In general, he sat down ten meters away from me with his naked ass on the sand and looked somewhere into the distance, silently, sat and looked. I kept trying to figure out what he was thinking, but I probably won't find out when. I started to get dressed, my friend came up and we wandered home.

"I wish you all the best," I said to him at last.
"Good road to you," he replied, and again began to look at the other side of the river.

This is the story that happened to me. Do not judge people by their clothes and appearance, there are homeless people much more decent than rich jerks, who smell of expensive perfume, and there is emptiness in the soul. And they themselves are an empty place.

Lyudochka, especially for the site Meganudist.

By the way, here are my photos.