I'm naked on the Volga

With the arrival of summer, my friends and I take our canoes and raft down the Volga. I live in a tiny town, and they don't like nudists there. We have to look for remote places for exposure – fortunately, there are enough of them. Usually there are four of us: me, Marinka, Kostya and my Seryozhenka. We sail thirty or forty kilometers from the city, pull the boats ashore and set up camp. We choose hills surrounded by trees, so that the tents do not immediately catch the eye.

And here I am standing naked on the Volga, enjoying the sun, the wind and the intoxicating feeling of freedom. It happens in July, the sun mercilessly roasts our backs. Kostya's nose was burned. Our camp offers a beautiful view of the Volga River. The river in this place is very wide, the opposite bank is barely visible. Marinka offered to take some photos. I agreed. Why not? We have beautiful slender bodies, let people enjoy it.

The vacation was great. We were tanned, rested, and charged with positive emotions for the whole year. Still, it's nice to be a nudist and not have complexes about rags. Unity with nature is a great thing. The body feels renewed, and the soul feels purified. We rowed back reluctantly – we did not want to return to civilization. But there's nothing you can do about it.

Svetochka from Togliatti. For the site Meganudist.