A teenage nudist embarrassed.

[dogearedboy]

Very intresting story...my husband and i,did a road trip across America five years ago,flying to Seattle,then taking the train to Portland..
we hired a car there,drove down hi 5 about 30 miles from Portland theres a turn off to Brownsville,then marcola,,,Which leads you to a nudist resort called the Willemattans.....]
We spent a week there,its the most friendly run place ive ever visited.....But that dosent mean people dont check your body out..
im in a flr relationship with my hubby,and believe you me,the last thing he wanted was to visit a nudist camp...

On our first day at the pool,we met another couple Chad and Debby,Chad was hung like a donkey,wow i couldnt take my eyes off it..
Kevin my hubby,on the other hand,has a baby dick,and Debby couldnt believe how small he was...We ended up having lunch with them.one thing led to another,and Debby asked if i would like to try a real man for a change....i cant describe the feeling of that 8incher pounding into me,while poor Kevin was made to watch....Debby felt sorry for him and gave his little nub a rub with thumb and forefinger,till he came....
We became firm friends,and they have visited us here in England ,where we put Kevin through all sorts of humiliating scenerios...He has even got quite competent,at sucking cock....But is there anything better than having a big cock,reaching parts poor Kevin has never been able to....God makes me randy just thinking about it...Carol.

[CinnabarSunset]

They totally did blame Kelly to avoid blaming themselves but we were all teenagers and to be honest we didn't ostracise Kelly, totally our friendship just moved on from her a bit. She went too far but I don't think she ever did anything like that to anyone again. I think she was deeply ashamed as well. I think if they had just stuck to stripping me they would have all been ok afterwards, it was the touching that none of them planned to do that made things awkward for all of them, whereas I think I would have been just as humiliated and affected by stripping alone.

So I guess their act of touching you pushed it over the edge for them, while simply being stripped pushed it over the edge for you? This does surprise me... and I guess it goes back to your opening sentence, about "ENF" and "nudist" being an unexpected combination. I'd have thought that simply being exposed wouldn't affect you much, and that the experience was negative for you for two reasons: being forcibly stripped, and them touching you. It sounds like I was at least wrong about the latter.

Do you think it was humiliating for you because you were stripped by force, rather than doing so willingly (as you would do at nudist camps)? And did being the only one naked have anything to do with it?

From their standpoint, I can see how the unplanned touching may have been the thing that made them uncomfortable, whereas they might have rationalized, "She's a nudist, so she won't mind being naked in front of us!"

I laughed about it but not in a shaming way at least I don't think so... We're very close (not in a sexual way!!), he's a year older so we had the same friends and we got off with some of the same people in the same space at the same sessions. It was interesting to check him out but not in the same as other boys. For me Superevil and Steam Train among other story tellers on here describe the reactions of siblings to their siblings nudity really well when it's curiosity driven rather than incestuous.

I haven't read their stories (and maybe I should take this as a recommendation), but I understand how seeing your brother was interesting from a place of innocent curiosity. I'll bet that that curiosity went both ways.

In his position, I might have felt a little shame at any laughter, regardless of how I thought it was intended. But having never been in a nudist setting, it's kind of impossible to say. Maybe it would be totally different if visits to nudist camps had been a regular thing for me growing up. And it also depends a lot on sibling dynamics. If your relation with him was/is close, then that probably helped to prevent feelings of shame around that kind of thing.

[Rosey]

Yes that's right i guess the forcible stripping was what pushed me over the edge, because it was forcible, whereas at the camps it's a choice, they're actually all clothing optional, even when i was a little kid no one forced me to strip.

Being the only one naked was also an issue, when you're all naked you're not the centre of attention, something I've always hated especially as a kid and a teen.

However that then became a massive kink for me and now I really like being the only one naked and in my twenties in particular I would often swan around naked with friends or partners who were clothed. Which then led me back to nudism, which isn't in itself a sexual thing for me.

The others definitely didn't think stripping me against my will was that bad, whereas they all understood touching me without my consent was bad.

I think my brother wasn't that bothered about me laughing at him having an erection because he knew it was perfectly normal really and nothing to be ashamed of. We had brief glimpses of accidental ones most of our lives, so they were hardly a surprise and our parents were very open about that kind of thing.

[Rosey]

I will skip ahead a good few years to when as an adult I took control of the memories of humiliation and turned it into something else.

Picture me at twenty two, still a petite blonde, with a slim frame, small breasts, a page boy cut at the time.

I had been increasingly dreaming and fantasising about that one incident. I had also broken up with my boyfriend and not had sex for a few months, so I was pretty horny.

I went to a gay bar, and soon found a gorgeous woman who was the spitting image of Kelly. I hadnt set out to find that, she just fell into my lap so to speak.

Her name was Marianne, she was 5'8, around 30 years old, athletic, even slightly muscular and had beaded hair down to her waist, she was Black with a very dark complexion, almoet exactly like Kelly although harder bodied where Kelly was more buxom and soft.

Marianne showed me a pictue of her girlfriend Beth and she sent Beth a picture of me.

As a result of that and the passionate snogs we had before going our seperate ways that night a week later I was ringing their door bell.

Long story short, we had agreed a roleplay for that night. That I was a young teen girl staying with them. I turned up wearing a short kilt and white blouse, knee length socks.

We had strong cocktails which got me very tipsy.

Then I was getting changed in the guest bedroom into little silk shorts and a buttoned up pyjama top when they came in "to say goodnight." In reality these too older, much larger women (Beth was shorter than Marianne but still 5 inches taller than me) grabbed me, stripped me, tied me on the bed on my back, gagged me and started mocking my tits and my hairless body which had been freshly waxed for the occaision the day before.

They were still fully clothed as for the next hour they did everything I had fantasised about penetrating my pussy with fingers, vibrators, tongues. Kissing me all over, pinching and twisting my nipples, spanking my bottom and my front, and calling me all sorts of names including baldy. The total humiliation and domination really did it for me. I lost count of how many times I came.

Eventually they stripped off, and sat on my face and made me suck their tits and their pussies and introduced me to various delights I had never thought of before like scissoring and a double ended strap on.

At first. I didn't tell them the real story we were reenacting, in case the young age put them off, instead my character was a sixteen year old and they were playing their own ages. After the third consecutive weekend of fun I did admit to them so for our final weekend we adjusted our roleplay ages and language accordingly, and they introduced a friend into the game, a forty year old + woman who really went for the age play

I discovered a new fetish during this time. I really love my partners to wear tracksuits or football (soccer) kits while I am nude. Especially if they're fit. I love the feel of the material against my skin, the shape of tight tracksuit pants against a camel toe or being stretched by an erect penis. Yum!

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

Being the only one naked was also an issue, when you're all naked you're not the centre of attention, something I've always hated especially as a kid and a teen.

However that then became a massive kink for me and now I really like being the only one naked

Funny how that works, isn't it?

I was very body shy growing up and didn't want people looking at me, and now as an adult some of my more potent fantasies involve being naked in front of a group, either on a stage or as a model.

[Rosey]

About six months after being humiliated by Kelly and about three months off my fifteenth birthday my family returned to our favourite nudist camp in France. As usual I knew I'd be seeing old friends and making new friends and be free to be myself.

I'll be honest that I was also pleased that in the intervening months my breasts had grown slightly and I had some curving of my hips and bottom, indicating I was becoming a woman.

In fact my parents were the first to comment when we stood in the living area of our family cabin in the camp, my mum actually putting a hand on my hip and admiring my curves, bless her, she knew I was unhappy with with my lack of development in that area, and was just making sure I knew change was happening and visible. It didn't make me blush any less. Especially when dad smiled and nodded and told me I was a beautiful young woman.

Luckily my brother entered the room at that point and they stopped at least knowing it would have been even more embarrassing in front of him.

Later on the embarrassment returned as my mother quietly followed me into my room and asked about my continued lack of body hair. Which meant I had to awkwardly admit that for the last month or so I had finally got some use our of the razor and cream she bought me when I was twelve to shave not only my armpits and legs but also the sparse wispy blonde hair that had finally started appearing on my mons as she insisted on calling it. At this she just laughed, especially at my blushing shame and pointed that it was nothing to be ashamed of, not only was her little triangle far from natural, but half the women at camp nowadays were partially or fully shaved.

Anyway while these interactions were massively embarrassing at the time they were also massively reassuring actually and helpful so any resentment towards my parents or indeed my brother who briefly came into my room to awkwardly pay a similar complement melted away fairly quickly.

My brother and I soon headed out to look for friends and within 20 minutes found the glamorous and lovely in all meanings of the word Dutch siblings Agnes and Peter hanging out in our frequent shady, secluded hangout round the back of one of the service huts, along with some teens we didn't know.

Agnes was blonde, slim and there the comparison we me ended. She was at least 5'6 or 7, thirteen, nearly fourteen, with c-cup breasts and curvy hips and with a generously curled dark blonde bush, while Peter was sixteen the same as my brother (who I should name really, so for the purposes of this story my brother is called Stephen). Peter was broad shouldered, tall, nearly 6' with dark blonde hair over most of his body, and a very impressively sized penis that I could help but notice twitched as we appeared.

They moved in to hug us and Peter and Agnes swept me up into a hug that meant her breasts squashed against mine, and Peter's penis brushed against my thighs and buttocks. After they put me down they did similar with my brother and it was his turn to have a twitchy penis as they breasts, pussy and penis all brushed against him at once. The other kids that we didn't know all watched intently.

Now it was Agnes and Peter's turn to complement my development which was both humilating and validating. Humiliating because she was a year younger than me, but the casual observers would have assumed it was the other way round.

I soon put that behind me though as we caught up with our old friends and they introduced the four other boys and two girls with them.

it wasn't long before i found myself sitting on my towel with Peter next to me, and him gently stroking my thigh and knee while murmering complements to me. It made me hot to have this big strong boy, almost a man, making a fuss of me. Facing us Agnes and Stephen were kissing and stroking each other. The other kids were watching us curiously.

As were a fifty something couple standing under a tree a few feet away...

TBC

[Rosey]

Being the only one naked was also an issue, when you're all naked you're not the centre of attention, something I've always hated especially as a kid and a teen.

However that then became a massive kink for me and now I really like being the only one naked

Funny how that works, isn't it?

I was very body shy growing up and didn't want people looking at me, and now as an adult some of my more potent fantasies involve being naked in front of a group, either on a stage or as a model.

i did life modeling once. It was draughty and much less erotic than I thought it would be. Despite having ten or so people staring at my body for two hours. In hindsight for me, I think doing it in a warm country rather than London in March would have been much nicer. it hasn't stopped me fantasizing about it, but I do have to block my real memory to get much out of it.

[TeenFan]

i did life modeling once. It was draughty and much less erotic than I thought it would be. Despite having ten or so people staring at my body for two hours. In hindsight for me, I think doing it in a warm country rather than London in March would have been much nicer. it hasn't stopped me fantasizing about it, but I do have to block my real memory to get much out of it.

This would be a cool story to write out, getting volunteered to participate in a nude modeling event. Let's say it is your mom's idea, to sign her teenage daughter up to pose. Being fourteen or fifteen, and less matured than you think you ought to be...being on display for others to draw or
take photos would be both exciting and a nightmare at the same time.

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

I was very body shy growing up and didn't want people looking at me, and now as an adult some of my more potent fantasies involve being naked in front of a group, either on a stage or as a model.

i did life modeling once. It was draughty and much less erotic than I thought it would be. Despite having ten or so people staring at my body for two hours. In hindsight for me, I think doing it in a warm country rather than London in March would have been much nicer. it hasn't stopped me fantasizing about it, but I do have to block my real memory to get much out of it.

I'm sure being a regular life model in the nude within an actual art setting would not be especially erotic on its own. Potentially harrowing at first but once settled it might actually help with some self esteem to have people draw you or whatever and never make fun of your body.

As a fantasy though it's more of a "scene" where everyone's there to be aroused rather than a proper art class.