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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

CONFESSION AND LIES WEDNESDAY!

NUDE BEACH!

            This is a true story told to me by “Sarah”, a pseudonym to protect…the guilty! This happened quite a while ago, but Sarah wants to confess it now.
When I was single I spent several summers sharing group houses on Fire Island off the Long Island Sound with other young singles. Each summer I ended up in a different community. This particular story happened the year I rented with a friend and two or her friends in Kismet.
Two things you need to know about me, one, I was a physically shy girl and young woman. I didn’t take showers in the girls’ locker room and never walked around the house I shared with three other women naked and not because one was a lesbian, but because I was always reserved, private and shy. Still am today in many ways. 
At that time, I worked as the media director for a division of a large advertising agency, a conservative, traditional company with a stellar reputation. I wore business suits every day, was well respected and quite private with fellow employees, being friendly but not too friendly. I worked hard to obtain my position as a manager and department head and was proud of my standing in the company.  
            That summer, our house of four hooked up with another house of men and women. We became brother/sister houses. My friend, Judy, was friendly with the folks in that house and we all hung out together, drinking, partying and joking around most every weekend. I found Johnny, the incredibly handsome guy in our “brother” house, extremely attractive. Johnny was making the rounds of the women in Kismet. He finally got around to me.
            While I couldn’t resist spending a night with him, I hoped he wanted more. It seems he did, buzzing around me, hanging at our house, sitting me on his lap and generally being where I was. I had a thing for him.
            Kismet is the community closest to the nude beach on Fire Island. That particular beach is in a secluded area, quite a walk from our little town.  When my friends suggested going to the nude beach, I resisted the idea. Not my cup of tea. But by the time a second or third trip was proposed, Johnny put some pressure on me to join him. He was so sweet and assured me he would be by my side and everything would be okay. I was terrified but Johnny managed to convince me and everyone else was going, so I went along, reluctantly.
            Once we got there, I disrobed with the others in our group and sat close to Johnny, trying not to look at people. Pierre, a member of Johnny’s house stared at me with lascivious eyes, making me quite uncomfortable. I spoke to Johnny, cuddling up into his shoulder. He put his arm around me and spoke to Pierre, who backed off. I began to relax a bit and lay down on my stomach next to Johnny, feeling less self-conscious about revealing my backside than my front.
            Lying there with him, I began to enjoy the experience, feeling the soft, warm breeze against my skin…all of my skin. I put my head down on my hands and closed my eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I was jarred awake when I heard my name, spoken by a familiar voice.
            “Sarah? Is that you?”
            I lifted my head up to see the secretary to the president of my ad agency standing there, fully clothed, looking down at me, stark naked. I looked up, unable to speak.
            “Susan!” I managed to squeak out.
            Susan laughed and moved away, chuckling at the look of horror on my face. Johnny gave me a puzzled look as I gathered my clothes, dressed quickly and returned to the house, wondering how she could recognize me from that angle with no clothes on!

            P.S. I never heard anyone at the office speak of my being discovered at the nude beach, but every time I waited outside the president’s office to see him, in my crisp white shirt and dark suit, Susan always had the biggest grin and a twinkle in her eye.

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About the book 
Do you have someone in your past you would like to reconnect with?  Caroline Davis White wasn't looking for Mickey, now Mike Foster, her childhood crush, she was fleeing her philandering husband, seeking peace and quiet, time to reflect on changing her life. But there was Mike, saving her from a mishap...again, bigger than life and even more handsome. 


A well-known artist, Sunny thought she could escape, disappear back to the cabin where she spent her summers as a child. But she was wrong. Her husband refused to let her go. There hadn't been a divorce in Brad White's family...ever! And he wasn't about to start breaking the tradition now.  Could Caroline shake him loose and what about Mike? Where did he fit into her life?
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4 comments:

Kellie Kamryn said...

Isn't that always the way? You dare to take a chance thinking no one of importance will ever see you and then that happens! Thanks to "Sarah" for sharing her story!

An Open Book said...

I've skinny-dipped in my youth a time or two but have never been to a nude beach- wish I had the courage
Dawne

Cassandre Dayne said...

Loved it and really starting to get into doing this with my characters. What a wonderful way to start my day!!

Jean said...

Dawne, that was "Sarah's" first and last visit to a nude beach!