We Hiked Into a Remote Nude Beach and Got Totally Naked.
While we’re not nudists, being naked on the beach for a few days was still a lot of fun.
Author’s note: This is a memory from 2019.
Fifteen miles into our backpacking adventure, we were fast approaching the beach where we planned to set up camp for the night. Our clothes clung to our hot and sticky bodies.
We had talked about what we’d do once we got to this “forbidden” beach, which friends had recommended to us. Accessible only by this trail or by boat, it was clothing-optional and popular with couples. From what our friends had shared with us, we expected to see nude people.
Lauren grew up in Sweden and often vacationed in coastal areas of Europe, where going topless is culturally accepted. Since we’d become a couple, I’d joined her and her family at some of these locations, a few times seeing her mom and sister both topless. It was no big deal.
But going fully nude in a public setting? Even for people like us who enjoy — shall we say? — a nontraditional lifestyle with other like-minded couples, it’s a big deal. Lauren had decided she’d, at the minimum, go topless once we got to the “forbidden” beach.
We rounded a turn in the trail, which had taken us through jungle-like terrain, and could now hear waves crashing. Excited, we kept on the path. In a few hundred feet, we stepped onto sand, where we viewed a magnificent beach and fantastically blue water as far as the eye could see. Over the years, we’d ventured to the Hawaiian Islands several times, on each occasion discovering something new. This quiet, secluded beach was something new of epic proportions, well off the beaten path — and it delighted our senses.
We spotted a few couples, and they were completely nude. One woman, who looked to be in her mid-20s, glanced over at us and waved. Her male companion also waved.
We walked the beach in search of a campsite and found a perfect spot, where we dropped our backpacks. We were hot and desired to cool off, and instantly the question turned to staying clothed or not.
Despite all the buildup and debate on the topic, the question of whether to go all nude or not turned out to be easy to answer. After taking off her trail shoes and socks, Lauren removed her sweat-soaked sun shirt and bra, dropped her shorts (she had on no panties, as usual), and walked toward the water — completely naked and wearing only a straw hat and sunglasses.
I looked on at my tall, slender bride approach the crashing waves, a bit surprised not that she’d gone completely nude but that she’d arrived at the decision so quickly. Her firm, round ass shimmered in the afternoon sun. Inspired, I pulled off my sweaty clothing and ran toward the water, hoping to avoid getting a hard-on.
Lauren and I stood in the blue ocean water, the waves crashing onto our thighs. Her nipples were extremely hard, likely from the cold water. Another couple, also completely nude, approached us. They appeared to be in their mid-30s and told us they were married, had kids and lived in Idaho. They were here for two more days.
Meeting another couple like us set us at ease. Suddenly, we felt better about our nudity. We didn’t even care that a boat full of people — probably gawking tourists — passed by a few thousand feet off the coast.
When we’d gotten in the ocean, it was around 1 pm. Not until 8 pm, when it was time for bed, did we put any clothing back on. As trite as it sounds, feeling the ocean breeze on our naked bodies — including the areas usually covered by clothing — felt heavenly. We had enjoyed a day of relaxing nudity and capped it off with the most glorious lovemaking in our tent.
Day 2 — Should We Stay or Go?
The next morning, when we awoke, Lauren and I put on some light clothing to stay warm. The sun wasn’t yet completely out and it was chilly enough to make nudity a bit uncomfortable.
We heated up our stove, had coffee and ate breakfast. After disappearing into the woods to do our business (we adhere to “leave no trace” principles), we returned to the tent, where we again made love — our favorite pastime when vacationing. As Lauren had semen splattered all over her ass and back, we took a cleansing dip in the ocean.
We had a decision to make: Pack up and leave as scheduled, or stay one more night?
“I think it’s nice here,” Lauren said in the water, her nipples very hard. Maybe we should stay another night?”
We’d noticed a few of the couples there when we arrived had left, while some newcomers had traveled in this morning by foot, all taking full advantage of the clothing-optional opportunity. Altogether, there were seven couples camped out on the beach.
This was a magical place and it made us feel happy and relaxed. We’d had such a good time the day before that we elected to stay another night.
During day two, we hung out for a few hours with Robin and Jack, the couple we waded in the ocean with when we arrived at the “forbidden” beach. Mind you, we were all completely nude. Robin and Jack told us they had been to this beach a few times before, and they kept coming back because it’s such a peaceful, romantic place.
When Robin commented that, at age 46, Lauren looked incredible, we wondered if they were making overtures. We were attracted to Robin and Jack but nothing ever happened with them.
That afternoon, after lunch, Lauren had a craving for salt. The beach and being in the sun can do that to you. Nothing seemed to satisfy her salty craving — not even trail mix — so, of course, I playfully offered to give her a mouthful of salty cum. Ten minutes later, she got her salt craving satisfied when I pumped my warm, pungent semen into her mouth and she swallowed the load.
“That took care of it,” she replied when I asked her if she still had her craving.
That evening, Lauren and I, both nude, walked up to some rocks, where she leaned forward and I entered her from behind. We made love while watching the sun set. We were sure others saw us having sex but we didn’t care.
Day 3
After two days and two nights, we had no choice but to pack up and head back to the car via the trail.
It had been an incredible experience — one unlike any other we’d ever had. We had skinny-dipped before, including recently while camping in the mountains, but had never been completely nude at a beach. We don’t consider ourselves “nudists” — just swingers and polyamorists — but we agreed we’d surely return to this beach and shed our clothes.
After coffee, breakfast and some “leave no trace” business in the woods, Lauren and I returned to our tent, where we made love. Then, we again returned to the water, where she washed off.
We packed up, hugged Robin and Jack goodbye (they decided to stay another night) and hiked back to our car. We both noted how different it felt to have on clothes. We’d enjoyed our two days of nudity.
Now for some reflections:
Delightful Ocean Breeze
As trite as it sounds, feeling the ocean breeze on our naked bodies was incredible. It’s the one thing Lauren and I go to every time we reflect on our visit to the “forbidden” beach.
We’re Not Nudists
A lot of nudists may say being nude around others isn’t sexual. For us as swingers, anytime we’re nude around other couples, the sexual juices flow. At the “forbidden beach” with Lauren, I found myself becoming aroused on a few occasions, which probably only underscores why I’m not a nudist. Lauren got quite exhilarated, too. We passed a lot of time having sex in and out of our tent.
There were a few women on the beach who were beautiful and impossible for Lauren and me not to notice. We talked briefly about asking Jack and Robin if they wanted to have fun but decided not to go there. This trip wasn’t about spouse-swapping; it was about us. It’s hard to explain but the vibe on the beach was intimate and romantic and not appropriate for swapping.
That said, being around attractive nude people revved up our sexual juices. No question about it.
Gawkers
On three occasions, boats passed by and the folks on them gawked, probably just wanting to see naked people. Lauren and I both had on sunglasses and hats so we really didn’t give a shit if they saw us in our birthday suits or even took photos. No one else on the beach cared, either. We were so relaxed that it didn’t phase us, though we found the occasional gawking from onlookers in passing boats tacky and annoying.
Sex On the Beach Happens
Many of the couples on the beach — us included — got handsy. One couple appeared to be in their very early 20s who we think might have been making love outside of their tent during the sunset on night one, but we couldn’t be sure.
We saw other couples who, like us on a few occasions, disappeared into their tents only to reemerge sometime later to “wash off” in the ocean. We saw lots and lots of kissing and breast groping as couples waded in the ocean. We did the same.
The rock where Lauren and I made love was a popular spot for couples to have sex. While we took minimal efforts to conceal our sexual activities, we didn’t flaunt our naughtiness. It was just that kind of vibe.
Sand in Her Pussy
We did discover some challenges to the all-nude beach lifestyle. Staying protected from the sun and, for Lauren, keeping sand out of her pussy were challenges! Fortunately for Lauren, the sand in her pussy washed out if she got in the ocean
Also, it’s easy to get chafed by the sand on your backside/ass.
The sun got to be a bit much at times, and we did all we could to keep sunscreen on but, occasionally, we had to get in our tent, hang out under a tree or put something on.
Another challenge we had to deal with was always feeling sticky. Saltwater leaves a distinctive uncomfortable residue.
We came out of this experience with a much more relaxed outlook on non-sexual nudity. As noted above, we’re not nudists, but the time at the beach definitely made us more comfortable with our bodies, and we will absolutely return to the “forbidden” beach…perhaps next time with some play couples.
