Natural

Natural

By Richard Bacula

I walked down the beach, and there was this girl in a bikini, lying on her beach blanket, working on her tan. She looked at me. She looked at my naked crotch. She looked away. A minute later, she looked back again. She seemed to be caught between trying not to stare, in trying to ignore the natural attraction that eyes have to naked flesh, and in not wanting to ignore a potential threat.

As I got closer, I called out to her. "It's okay. This is a nude beach."

She looked dubious.

"There aren't any signs," she said.

"There are, but they're further down. I think one of them fell over. Don't worry about it." I tried to be friendly, outgoing and normal. I figured that was the best way to put a girl at ease with an unexpected naked man. I was getting pretty close to her, and her eyes flicked back down to my crotch, then looked down at the ground. She seemed to be blushing.

"Don't feel embarrassed." I gave her a nice, safe smile. "It's the human body. Nothing to be ashamed of. We're all born like this."

She nodded, unsure what to say.

"Mind if I sit down?" I asked.

She nodded again, which I could have taken to mean "yes, she minded," but or simply to mean "yes, please sit down."

I sat my naked ass down onto the hot sand, unscrewed the water bottle I was carrying, and...