The closest I'd come to being nude on a beach was sunbathing topless while on holiday. I liked the idea of going nude but had always been too embarrassed. There was also the problem of doing it alone. Of course, I could have asked any one of my friends to accompany me but most of the girls I knew would have been shocked at the idea and it just didn't seem right asking any of my male friends. The truth was I felt more comfortable stripping naked in front of complete strangers than allowing any of my friends to see me even in a bikini.

I'd researched on the Internet various nude beaches around the UK and had sort of worked out in my mind how it would be possible visit one or two. The opportunity came when I had to attend a meeting for work which was held only about an hours drive away from Morfa Dyffryn beach in Wales. The meeting was over by lunch time and I was free for the rest of the day. It took me an hour to drive to the beach and an extra half hour to find the place. I'd noted the directions from a web site and followed them down a narrow road to a car park. I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to proceed once I got there as I was still wearing my business suit and high heels.

At the car park there were some public toilets and I used these to change into more appropriate clothing for a beach. It was a hot afternoon and the car park was busy. I felt conspicuous going into the loo's dressed as I was and emerging later wearing only a tee-shirt and shorts. I was sure people would notice me and stare. I'd deliberately left off my underwear so as to make it easy to strip naked on the beach, but this made me feel even more out of place. To my relief everyone seemed too busy to even notice me as I returned my clothes to my car and set off in search of the beach.

The nude area of the beach is about a kilometre from the car park so had to walk for quite some time to reach it. All along the way I was looking to see what everyone else was doing. Most were families relaxing on the non-nude part of the beach. Children were playing in the sand and adults were sunbathing. Everything seemed quite normal. I spotted a couple heading the same way as me and wondered if they were naturists.

Eventually I reached a sign declaring that beyond it I may encounter nudity. It was right. Barely a hundred yards beyond it a man was wandering around totally naked. I hesitated, wondering if I should go on. I could see other naked people sunbathing naked and some were splashing around in the sea. I didn't know what to do. Did I have to take my clothes off before I could continue? Would they be offended if I didn't? Would they stare at me if I did? A hundred questions flashed through my mind. My instincts told me to turn back but I had come this far I wasn't going to give in to my nerves.

I saw other people walking across the nude beach clothed - something I hadn't expected. I decided to continue. I wanted to check things out before I removed any of my own clothing. I walked past lots of nude bodies. Some had erected small shelters around themselves, others were laying on their fronts reading books or magazines. One man was lying on his back exposing everything and seemingly unashamed. Further along the beach a woman lay beside her partner, both were totally naked. I began to relax a little. No one was even noticing me as a walked among them.

Beyond the beach were high sand dunes. I'd seen signs telling people not to climb on them but I could see naked people sitting around in the dunes too. Eventually, I reached the end of the nude beach. I passed the other sign announcing that I was about to enter a clothed part of the beach and that nudity was forbidden. I continued my walk. I didn't like to just turn back immediately, but as it became obvious that here was nothing more to see in that direction I turned back the way I had come.

I was annoyed with myself for still being clothed, even if I was wearing less than I would normally dare. As soon as I was back within the nude area I looked for a space were I could comfortable undress. I sat there for ten minutes or so watching the world go by and trying not to attract any attention of my own. I knew I had to do it. I'd hate myself if I didn't. I pulled off my tee-shirt. There was a sudden breeze caressing my naked breasts. It felt good. I savoured it for a couple of minutes before kicking off my sandals and dropping my shorts. There, I was naked! I'd done it. I looked around. No-one was staring. My behaviour was perfectly normal.

After sitting for ages enjoying the sun on my naked body I decided to be a bit more adventurous. I walked away from my clothes. Just a little way at first. It felt good. Part of me just wanted to make a run for it down to the sea. The other part of me was more cautious. There was nobody heading in my direction. The people in the dunes had not moved. I began to walk to the sea.

At the waters edge I looked back. It seemed like I had walked so far. I could hardly see where I had left my clothes. I realised that my car keys were in the pocket of my shorts and I'd left them on the beach. How stupid of me, I thought, but nobody was going near my clothes so I ventured into the water. It was freezing at first but I soon got used to it and swam a little way. I was finding my freedom from my clothes exhilarating. The water on my naked skin was unbelievable.

I wandered back to my clothes and found them exactly as I had left them. I sat drying in the warmth of the sun. An hour must have passed by. I wanted to go for another dip in the sea but a strange man had positioned himself near me and I didn't like the way he was looking at me. He was still clothed and I didn't want to wander off again with him so close. I decided it must be time to leave, but I didn't want to dress. I decided to carry my clothes to the end of the nude area and only dress when I absolutely had to. As I passed the strange man he got up and approached me. He asked if I "wanted to join him for some fun". I told him I didn't and he didn't persist. He just watched me as I continued to walk past.

Apart from him, I'd had a fantastic time and although I didn't speak to anyone else the majority of people seemed very friendly and totally respectful. I returned to my car and drove home wearing only my tee-shirt and shorts. The breeze from the open car window still made my skin tingle and I remembered how it felt swimming naked in the sea.