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Originally Posted by Curiouscouple2469
Amy Sue I Love the follow up as always and if I can find the time I will attempt to expand a little on our introduction to not only an infamous nude beach but the ballerina that would spend the quiet mornings there.
A writer I am not ( possibly directly related to the amount of classes we missed sneaking off to the nude beach, once it was discovered) lol
As for the revered leotard I believe there is opportunity to attract a whole new audience if this became the way these were regularly worn… I say market it. A whole new spin on the “Nut Cracker” like never seen before. Haha
You mention that you had decided to have a few photos at the beach in not only your grad gown but also a leotard. Curious if that transition of outfits took place in the presents of one young photographer ?
I can imagine it would have been a “innocent” opportunity to do your best to be discreet but perhaps accidentally provide him a little insight into what photos he is really missing out on….  |
I brought a few different outfits with me and changed a couple of times at the beach. I wasn’t exactly planning on changing in front of the photographer. All along the beach front are containers that are used to lock up the beach chairs at night. They are only about 3 or 4 feet tall, so I couldn’t completely hide behind them, but I thought I could use these if I was too nervous to blatantly undress in front of him. I also had a girlfriend with me. But when we got to the beach, he suggested we go over to a rougher unmaintained area. He thought this would look more interesting. But this area had no containers for me to hide behind. So, I just changed on the beach while my girlfriend held my clothes, and he turned his back. I also turned my back to him, so I don’t know if he peeked. With my friend there, he probably didn’t dare. But it was fun for me to change on the beach as we joked and flirted the whole time.
Answering your question brought to mind other times I would change on the beach. When I first moved to Hilton Head Island, I would put on my bathing suit at the house before riding my bike to the beach. But as my exhibitionist impulses grew, I would sometimes carry my bathing suit with me and change on the beach. I would park my bike and go find different places to change. These locations ranged from ugly and boring to beautiful and exciting. If the beach was crowded, and my nerves got the best of me, I would change behind a dumpster or trucks in the parking lot. If people were far off, and I was feeling brave, I would change right out in the open on the beach, or at the water’s edge. There were times that I knew people could see me, but I thought they were far enough that I could get away with it. I did this often over the years, so I have some stories. Maybe I’ll write the detailed version in this thread at some point.
I only have a few pictures left from when I was with the photographer on the beach. (As I have mentioned before, I lost many of my pictures when hurricane Charley damaged my house in Orlando.) Although they may not interest most people, I include a couple pictures below. The photographer took one of these while I was changing. I’ll let you figure out which one.
And just for fun, I also include an actual picture of me changing at the beach years later (not taken by that photographer).