A petite blonde woman stood nervously among the numerous naked people.

Her eyes were self-consciously staring at the specks of sand beneath her feet

instead of the breasts and butts surrounding her.

Of course, it was no accident that Ellen had ended up in this place.

The sign at the front clearly stated, nude beach.

She had thought it would be no big deal in the beginning, but as she continued to walk,

she felt more exposed than the people swimming and talking with clothes on. She felt more exposed. She felt

like someone was watching her every move. The way she put her towel down, the way she sat,

the way her face was trying to draw a blank expression to mask the anxiety inside her.

Oh, this is the worst stress reliefication ever.

Of all the places I had to come here.

Cute bikini.

Ellen jerked her head to her left, where a woman with sunglasses had made a place for herself

right near her.

Thank you, Ellen said, before returning her gaze back to the winding waves.

I'm sure you would look much better without them on.

The woman smiled when she saw Ellen's shoulders tense. I'm Bridget. What's your name?

Ellen, Ellen shifted her eyes before facing Bridget. Do you come here often?

Bridget nodded her head. All the time. She lightly caressed one of her breasts while she spoke,

making Bridget blush. It feels great to just let it all hang out once in a while.

A man came up and handed Bridget a smoothie. Did I miss anything while I was gone? Bridget took a welcoming sip

before answering. This is Ellen. Ellen, this is Danny, my husband. At the sudden statement,

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