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The first two times my wife and I tried to go to Moonstone Beach, we
couldn't find a place to park. We hadn't left early enough, the closer
lots were full, and we were not certain how far a walk we might be facing
from the more distant lots, so we simply gave up. I had been there once before,
with a friend who had brought me. Strangely enough, we had come late and had
no problem parking. Had we been turned away that day, Linda and I
probably wouldn't have ever tried it. Life turns on such small
articles of fate.
For our third attempt, we dragged ourselves out of bed extremely early,
but to our surprise, were still turned away from the main lot, and
had to retreat to Roy Carpenter's beach to park. At that time we were
not sure just how far we'd have to walk, but we were determined to
get there, and it only turned out to be fifteen minutes or so.
Moonstone Beach is named because of a certain type of pale, translucent
rock that is prevalent along the shore. Somewhere I have a rock
I picked up as we walked along that day.
We had plenty of company. We had not been the first car at Carpenter's,
and we were walking along with a good crowd of people who seemed to
share our destination. I can remember catching sight of the actual
beach as we got closer. There was a tremendous mass of people, too
far away still to see that they were nude. I assumed that it was
another textile beach like Carpenter's that we would have to walk
through. There were just too many people for it to be a nude beach.
But I was wrong.
From that point on, we were hooked. We spent every possible weekend
on Moonstone. Unfortunately, the beach was already being threatened
when we started, so we did not get to enjoy it for long. We regret
that we did not start going years earlier, but at least we did
have a few seasons.
I particularly loved the surf. It can be strong at Moonstone, and
the raw power of waves rushing my naked body toward the beach was
exhilirating. On calmer days, I would just drift in the currents
(though you had to watch out: the prevailing drift was toward
textile beaches. You could easily find yourself in a place
where they would not appreciate your bathing suit).
We'd snooze in the sun, watch the volleyball players, chat with
people on nearby blankets, walk the beach, swim, and read. Finally,
with the lowering of sun and temperature, we'd slowly, regretfully
and reluctantly pack up and trek back home.
If my friend and I had not lucked into a parking space that very
first day, Linda I might never have become nudists. If we had
been just a year or two later, the beach would have been closed.
I miss that beach. We're now camp residents, which has it's own
charms, and we don't get sand in our hair, and in our teeth when
we have lunch, and I like our camp, but.. I do miss that beach.
Mon Mar 17 15:25:59 2008 Memories of Moonstone August 1984 Mel
(My wife and I, then 27, traveled to Moonstone Beach from Hartford, CT.
We lived in Atlanta, GA. and were graduates of Auburn University. My wife
was a beautiful blonde with an absolutely perfect body (she won beauty contests
at Auburn).
Anyway to say my wife is/was straight-laced would be an understatement.
Almost prudish would be correct. I was in a training course in Hartford,
at Aetna, for 8 weeks and my wife, Julie, flew up to meet me there. We drove
to Masquamikie (sp) Beach which as I recall was a State Park beach in Rhode
Island. While walking down the beach we stumbled into the Moonstone Beach
where everyone was naked. I don't know what came over her, but she agreed
to spend the day laying out totally nude with me. What a turn-on! Coming
from the south she was curious to see black men naked and boy did she. She
was embarrassed when a group of big swinging dicks drifted by us (and actually
sat down behind us to observe her). I could hear them commenting as to how
perfect my wife was. This would be like seeing Christy Brinkley (with nice
tits 34C) laying out nude.
A group of young boys walked by and stopped to look at my wife (her eyes
were closed) and she was again feeling funny as she taught school back home
and these boys were about her class's age. Also I remember a guy who favored
a friend of ours laying out by himself and my wife kept trying to see his
dick--finally she saw it and seemed very pleased. She commented on a black
guy not far from us as his balls appeared somewhat shiny--must have been
wearing sunscreen.
I had to lay face down because my boner was raging. Eventually I walked
to the ocean, passing 15-17 year old girls with perfect bodies naked. I
went into the ocean and had the unfortunate sensation of damn near freezing
water which caused "shrinkage" bigtime. I tried to inch my way close to
some nice looking ladies hoping for a half a hard so I could get out of
the water--didn't work. Finally I walked back to my wife way up on the beach
(somewhat humiliated) and laid down with her. She was sort of pissed because
I had left her for so long naked.
We went back to the Aetna dorm.apt. and fucked like crazy. Then the next
day we did it all over again--including the fucking. Great weekend but never
repeated. Darn!!!
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