I’ve been to a lot of nude beaches and clothing-optional resorts, and though I frequently enjoyed the view, it didn’t feel kinky... just free and very pleasant.
Strange to realize, though... it might have felt kinky in one particular situation. Once while I was in graduate school, I was at a party that included some of the other students in my cohort. At dusk, Tricia, one of my friends from school, walked up and said, “Karla is over by the swimming pool, and she asked to me to send you over if I ran into you. She wanted to ask you about something.
Karla was another friend of mine, very good-looking, and someone my fiancée was very jealous of, though I’d truthfully assured her that Karla was in a committed relationship with someone else, and she and I had set boundaries. Karla had let me know we could be friends with benefits if both of us happened to be unattached at the same time, but that hadn’t happened.
I knew very well that the pool in question was clothes-optional, and I was pretty sure no one in our group had brought a swimsuit.
“Uhmm... pardon my asking, but is Karla dressed?”
Tricia shook her head. “Mm, nooo... but why would that be a problem?”
“Honestly? My fiancée is jealous of her, so...”
Tricia laughed. “Well, why don’t you just strip down and walk over there that way? Then it’s all balanced and you’ll fit right in... nothing weird about it.”
Why *was* this so different from nude beaches? Well, for one thing, I knew damn well I was going to get hard, looking at Karla, whom I’d always wanted to see naked. And Sparky going from half-mast to straight up while talking with Karla would be happening in front of 6 or 7 other people I worked with every day.
*That* sounded kinkier than I was up for, so to speak... so telling myself I was acting out of loyalty, I told Tricia, “I’ll call Karla, later.” She shrugged and moved on.
When I did see Karla later that evening, her hair was still wet, but she was dressed and a little tipsy. “Sooo... I hear you really didn’t want to see me naked.”
“I never said *that.*”
“Suit yourself. But I still need a ride home.”