Many years ago, Hmmm 1975, I think, in Rocky Point Mexico, I was given a glimpse of stealth strategy. A young female was being discretely nude on Sandy Beach. She had a water raft, that was placed between her nude self and the rest of the beachgoers. She was at the end of the beach, away from most of us. This was before the high-rise condos and hotels arrived.
She would tuck the raft under her arm and travel to and from the water. Then drop onto the water and use it to float, or if she was far enough out, float on it.
It was very effective at distance, but this curious young guy's brain hones in on chicks without shoulder straps, thinking NAKED BING BING rather automatically. Besides, it takes one to know one.
She was passing down to the water as we walked across the beach, crossing paths at one time. Suspicion was confirmed, because as we passed, she had to move the raft from the left to the right side keeping it between us. Looking casual as she could, as if adjusting for comfort, it still didn't fool at 10 to twenty feet.
She couldn't get in the water as slyly either at the close distance. Her extra wiggle and grin told us that she got a kick out of the eventual exposure getting caught. She was enjoying the secret naturist game, being daring being nude in public, hiding in plain sight. The jig was up, she gave up and just hopped onto the raft, and paddled out.
Ten years later, I was honeymooning at the famous St. Martin nude beach. We were staying across the peninsula at the textile hotel. They required a G-string minimal apparently. My new wife wore only one of those as we did desk business in the lobby and then renting a water ski set up, so the entire hotel and grounds, but it wasn't a nude place. One triangle of cloth was appropriate for the ladies? We would walk to the nude beach each day with our rafts and needs from there, disrobing (dropping a speedo and a g-string) about halfway when we came to the property line fence. We didn't want trouble and sometimes there were obnoxious workers around our hotel.
In time, after being nude so freely, it gets to be a annoyance for most anyone to get dressed. One morning, she decided to leave the clothing behind. She employed the raft bare-ior strategy. It worked. On the way back however, we met a couple on the trail who were confused at the seeing this nude beauty (her tan got darker than the Black locals) and politely, helpfully mentioned that they thought that she was mistaken and that she was out of the nude area. "Oh, I know, I just didn't feel like wearing anything." The workers on the roof were not at all fooled, either. They made her feel self-conscious and we considered that we might get a reprimand from the staff, but that never came.
Jbee
