Frances walked along the ebbing sea, the warm sand sifting pleasantly between her toes. The sun hung low above the shimmering water, its power waning a few hours before it would set. The sunbathers were folding their parasols and packing their towels for the day, carrying their cool boxes back to the resort which was in the exact opposite direction from where she was headed.She wanted to do this for as long as she could remember, yet the right opportunity stubbornly eluded her. When holidaying with Owen, they always did everything together. Frances was too shy to bring it up to him. He would probably snigger and call her weird as if she was some kind of pervert. Now that they were no longer together, she could do as she pleased.The warm evening breeze caressed the skin of her bare shoulders. She could see the sign now, sticking out behind the dunes, marking a secluded section of the beach. Frances found herself walking faster, her skin tingling with excitement. She wondered what would she do if there still were people there.She knew this would happen, that she would have second thoughts. Only this time, she decided that she wouldn’t let them affect her. She fortified herself with a few shots of tequila at the hotel bar, and to strengthen her resolve, she left her swimming suit back in her room. There was nothing beneath the bright green towel wrapped around her torso. Perhaps she’d overdone it with the tequila, but she found that oddly exhilarating.Frances climbed up the slight slope of the sand dune where the sign was.‘Nude Beach – Beyond This Point You May Encounter Nude Sunbathers,’ it read in bold black print. A glorious stretch of virgin beach unfolded in front of her. The water washed softly over the golden sand, the weeds at the back swaying gently from side to side. There was a no living soul in sight.Frances stepped past the sign and headed towards şişli escort the water. She felt her nipples pushing against the towel in anticipation. She had tied it firmly and tucked the loose end under her arm to ensure it wouldn’t slip off her by accident.Am I really doing this? she thought as she stepped on the wet sand. The lukewarm water washed over her feet. She surveyed her surroundings carefully one more time.Her chest moved up and down rhythmically as dislodged the end of the towel from under her arm. Its grip on her torso loosened and she let it fall to her feet, exposing her nude body to the sun in its entirety for the very first time.At first, Frances felt an intense rush of panic. She resisted the urge to pick the towel up and let the warm breeze stroke her bare skin. After a while, she took the first reluctant step towards the water. She was free, at one with nature. The water enveloped her calves and thighs first. Soon, the sea poured around her whole body, dissolving her anxiety entirely. She kicked her feet and swam several paces. Then she turned around and let the waves carry her. The goosebumps on her breasts and lower abdomen disappeared, leaving her with a sensation of pure harmony unlike she had ever felt before.How could something as simple as swimming in the nude feel so liberating? And how could she have gone for twenty-four years in such a terrible ignorance? These and many other questions flooded her mind, but she dismissed them all at once. She wouldn’t let rumination spoil this beautiful moment, not this time. Frances swam and let the water have its way with her body. She lost track of both space and time.The sun dipped halfway below the horizon, and the water began to feel a little cold, prompting Frances to swim back towards the shore. Her stomach knotted when she noticed the figure walking along escort şişli the beach — a man. He was wearing blue trunks and looking in her direction. Where did he come from? What was he doing there? There weren’t any people around here before. She double checked. And why was he wearing a swimsuit? She scanned the shore for her towel and gasped in panic. It was nowhere to be found. She must have drifted to a different section of the beach in the sea. Instead of standing up in the shallow water, Frances started moving aside. The man whistled, and when she looked at him, he was waving at her. What could he possibly want?Embarrassed, Frances stopped to weigh her options. She realised that she had no idea how far and in which direction her towel was. If nothing else, she could at least ask him for the directions. She closed her eyes and forced herself to stand up. Water from her hair flowed between her full breasts down her stomach and between her legs. Another stream tickled down her back and over her firm buttocks. She had to restrain herself from covering herself as she walked towards him.He was smiling but not in a creepy way. If he caught an eyeful, she didn’t notice. He was in his early twenties, maybe a year or two younger than herself, with a well-formed chest and large hands. ‘My friend found a green towel here earlier. Was it yours by any chance?’‘Did he take it away?’ Her tone came out neutral, a mixture of annoyance and relief.‘There was nothing else. He didn’t see anyone in the water and thought someone might have dropped it. We were going to bring it back to the hotel.’‘I swam quite far.’‘The water is nice around this bit, isn’t it? You can go for ages and still reach the bottom. Do you come here often?’‘Can I get my towel back, please?’ Frances said. It dawned on her that if she swam a while longer, they would have mecidiyeköy taken her towel back to the resort. She would be going back to the hotel au naturel. She would die of embarrassment.’Sorry, of course, you must be cold. Come with me, we’re behind that dune.’ He pointed towards the weeds at the far end of the beach. That really irked her. Where was he taking her? Was he going to parade her naked in front of his friends too?‘You shouldn’t be taking other people’s towels. Besides, it’s rude to be wearing a swimsuit on a nude beach,’ Frances said as if she’d never worn a bikini in her life.He raised one eyebrow. ’Technically, it’s clothing optional, but you’re right. We were just getting ready to leave, so I put these on.’ To her complete surprise, he loosened the string at the top and pulled his trunks down. Her glance slid impulsively down with them. She and Owen broke up months ago. She hadn’t had sex since. Besides, it had been years since she’d come to face another man’s penis. She found it impossible to restrain herself.‘I’m Josh, by the way,’ he said, making her straighten her gaze awkwardly. Josh’s manhood was twice the size of Owen’s.‘Frances,’ she said. ‘Nice to meet you.’As they walked, she learned that Josh and his friend were from Penzance in Cornwall. They were professional surfers. On most days, they drove to the opposite side of the island where the waves were bigger. On their days off, they always came here to enjoy a day of total freedom from their wet suits and all the gear. It was the perfect way to recharge before a competition.They reached their spot, and Josh introduced Frances to Ben, who was stuffing a set of paddle balls along with a pair of flippers into a tote bag. Pleasantries were exchanged. Ben had long curly hair. His left arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos. He wore nothing but a pair of mirrored Ray-Bans. His body had much more bulk than Josh’s. His sculpted abdomen made Frances bite her lip involuntarily. Ben noticed that and grinned which almost gave her a stroke of embarrassment. His penis was smaller than what Josh was packing and uncut but still well above Owen’s size.