Guess you're visiting the nude beach after all

There was no way around it. You were going to be seen naked. As you came to grips with that, you realized the nude beach was your best option. At least you’d blend in with that crowd. Plus, you wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of being ogled by your college classmates. As you swim down the coast, making your way to the nude beach, you begin to convince yourself that this might be good for you. You have never been seen naked by anyone before, and the thought of it gives you such tremendous anxiety. Maybe a quick walk across a nude beach will help you get past this phobia. Maybe this won’t even be embarrassing at all.

Maybe.

But when you approach the nude beach, your anxiety is back in full ****. There are maybe fifty naked figures in the distance, but you’re still afraid to emerge from the water. After a few minutes of hyping yourself up, you finally take a deep breath and march onto shore.

You desperately want to throw your hands over your crotch and sprint across the beach as fast as you can, but you know that would only draw more attention to yourself. So you steady your breathing and relax your shoulders in an attempt to seem as casual as possible.

There are a few buildings on the far side of the beach, near the fence that separates the nude beach from the non-nude beach. Surely at least one of those buildings has towels in it that a guest could use. At the pace you’re going, you’ll reach safety in two minutes. Maybe three.

“It’s almost over,” you tell yourself.

You try to keep your gaze fixed on the ground in front of you. You don’t want to make eye contact with any of the other people on the beach. It isn’t long, however, before you pass a pair of beautiful, nude women sunbathing. One is stretched out on a towel while her friend applies lotion to her back. Try as you might, you can’t help it. You sneak a quick glance at the two woman.

They’re no strangers to this beach. You can tell as much by their gorgeous, bronze skin. There isn’t a trace of a tan line. The girl applying the lotion has long, curly hair and it rocks with the same rhythm as her breasts as she rubs the lotion along her friend’s hourglass figure. The girl lying on the towel sighs contentedly, but then she opens her eyes and you make eye contact. She gives a short laugh, almost seeming surprised.

“Shit,” you think. “She caught me checking her out.”

Her friend looks up at you as well and lowers her sunglasses to drink in the sight of you. You smile and nod at them, all while pretending your heart isn't beating a million miles an hour.

As your gaze returns to the path in front of you, you find yourself surprised to see three more women walking in your direction. You can’t believe your eyes. These women are even more gorgeous than the sunbathers, and all they are wearing is their sunglasses.

The three of them are speaking softly in Italian to each other as they walk past you, but it’s clear that you are the center of their attention.

Again, you give them the most casual smile you can. “Buongiorno,” you say to them, using what little Italian you know.

The woman all turn to each other and giggle before saying “Buongiorno” back to you.

You hear more laughing as they walk past you, and you are confronted with a new problem. You are finally being seen naked by women for the first time, and your dick is thrilled about the attention it is getting.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper to yourself as you try to clear your mind before you get wood. The amount of attention you’re getting is already leaving you mortified. The LAST thing you want now is to be walking around the beach with a massive hard on. But could anyone blame you? There were hot, naked women everywhere around you. Wondering if any of the other men were suffering from this same problem, you take a quick glance around. To your surprise, you can’t seem to find any men at all on this beach. They’re all women.

And, to your even greater surprise, a lot of them are looking at you.

“You’re imagining it,” you think to yourself as you start to increase your pace. “You’re just nervous. They’re not looking at you.”

But as you walk past a beach shower, there’s no denying that the woman standing beneath the flowing water is looking right at you. Eventually, you can ignore her no longer and you look back. She initially has her hands running through her black hair, but when you make eye contact with her, she puts her hands on her voluptuous hips, then wags a finger at you.

“Um... me dispiace,” you say.

You’re pretty sure that’s how you apologize in Italian, but a round of laughter from a group of female sunbathers makes you wonder if you used the phrase wrong.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why you were the center of attention. Sure, you’d been hitting the gym since you got to college. And your muscles were definitely pumped up from the swim you’d just done. Could that be the reason?

Whatever the reason, this experience had left you mortified. You were **** to cover yourself, but the help desk was still another fifty yards away. Worse, to get there you’d have to walk past at least a dozen more women (some of whom had already looked over in anticipation of your arrival.)

You were just walking past the bathrooms, now. Maybe it would be better to hide in there. You probably wouldn’t be able to find a towel or any clothes, but at least it would give you a minute to regain your composure. Or should you just bite the bullet and finish your march to the help desk?