Saturday meet up with Monique.

Mark slept well on Friday Night, falling asleep while watching a movie on his laptop. The next day he woke up in excitement of what laid ahead with his mystery beach date with Monique.

Just before he was about to go meet up with Monique at West Hall, he was stopped by Matt who asked him where he was going.

“Just to the beach with that Monique girl, it was through that valentine match maker thing,” he explained.

“Ohh right the exhibitionist chick,” he said while loading up his laptop at the desk, “What beach you going to?”

Mark thought for a second trying to remember the name, “umm it was like Flemington beach or something like that.”

Matt started to cackle, “Flemington?? You agreed to a nude beach?”

That stumped Mark, he had no idea that she had organised the date at a nude beach, he wouldn’t be so quick to agree if that was the case.

“Wait what... what.. are you sure??”

Matt quickly typed up Flemington Beach on a new Google tab and showed his screen to Mark. It said it right there, known for its nudity.

“At least you get to see Monique fully in the nude, hope you’re ready to walk around there naked though,” said Matt, changing tabs to search up something for an assignment.

“Fuck, I don’t know what I’m going to do, can’t cancel now,” he said panicking.

He didn’t have much else of an option, Mark made his way to West Hall. He wore his board shorts and a t-shirt, expecting to discard the shirt, he had no idea that he was going to be **** to remove the shorts and underwear beneath them at the beach.

Obviously Mark had now been naked in front of girls before and even others when he’s been drunk. However it was going to be different at Flemington beach, he would be naked in front of an entire public while being 100% sober.

By the time he reached West Hall, he could see the skinny gorgeous girl, her long champagne blonde outside the hall wearing a pair of short and shorts and an orange bikini top. That had to be the one reason why Mark’s brain didn’t tell his feet to stop on the way to West Hall. He would love to see her body in the nude.

“Hey!” she said brightly, “Guess it’s nice to meet you.”

Monique had such an infectious smile. Those bright white teeth flashing him.

“Yeah good to meet you, sure you’re okay with driving?”

“Oh yeah it’s not sweat, come with me, I’ll lead us to the car.”

On the walk to the parking lot, Mark tried to ask Monique a few questions to get to know her better because at this stage, all he knew was that she was an exhibitionist and proud of it.

It turned out that Monique did just do the valentine thing as a joke, maybe the lack of seriousness that she took with it was why she was matched up with Mark. The girl was also doing a creative arts course here on campus, she loved her art.

In the car ride, she started speaking about the beach, “I’m a little surprised that you were keen on coming. A lot of guys are too scared to show up at Flemington.”

Mark decided to be honest, “Well to be fair, I only found out Flemington was a nude beach about half an hour ago.”

She looked back at him, her sunglasses covering her eyes as she drove. “Oh fuck. Thought everyone around here knew that, you’re still okay with going there?”

Mark nodded, he looked her tanned skinny body up and down as she drove. Yep, he was enough for him not to back down.

“You’re going to love it, the pure feeling of freedom, the feel of the wind against your naked skin, ugh, it’s amazing.”

Hs felt that it wouldn’t be quite the same feeling for Mark. It was fine when you looked like an angel on earth but for a middle of the road average guy like Mark, it’s hard to have the same confidence. “Were you nervous at least the first time you did it? Like how did you get into it.”

Monique was happy to share her first true experience of exhibitionism. “Yeah of course I was a little bit. I was in high school, I was just at a friends house and we were by the pool. Without warning me, she stripped out of her bikini completely and began tanning. I thought it was weird at the time, I mean, her family were all home, her teenage brother was in and out of the backyard.”

Flicking the indicator, coming closer to the beach, Monique continued her story, “I asked her why and she just said she was comfortable in her own skin and it was a sense of freedom not wearing clothes. She encouraged me to do the same and one thing led to another and there I was on the recliner, naked as the day I was born.”

The story was beginning to give Mark a boner. It made him think about another scary proposition. How was he going to hide a boner if it popped up when Monique stripped in front of him.

“It was a little awkward at first, especially since I could notice her brother checking me out constantly. But when I started trying it out in public, it felt even better and I realised nobody really checks you out more than a second. Everyone’s nude, it’s just normal.”

It was nice that Monique was trying to relax Mark by speaking about her experiences but as they pulled up at the beach, he felt his heart race rise.

In just a couple of minutes, he was going to be stripping naked in front of possibly hundreds of people at the beach.