The Neo Barbarians

More Beaches, More Photos

(authors note: for some reason I am missing the narrative I wrote at this time period so this is written from memory and with help of a large cache of photos. This is why this covers several years vacations)

Our trips to the beach became more regular as the children moved through middle childhood, and it was rare that we went to a beach that Heidi didn’t get topless or naked, at least for a while.

In the summer of 2000 we went back Ocracoke Island on the Outer Banks. This time Heidi spent most of her beach time in this trip wearing just g-string panties. It was particularly funny in that she had worked up a good tan in her bikini, so that she had distinctive bikini tan lines over which she wore her tiny thong. At the time she hated the photos because of that, but in time they became some of her favorites. To this day (2011) we have a collage of 5x7 and 8X10 photos from that trip on our bedroom wall.

Again in the summer of 2001 we went to Ocracoke Island, staying again at the Black Beard Inn. Heidi had begun to work at Victoria’s Secret and as a result had a lot of new lingerie that she was sure would make a good beach wear. Thus, she wore a variety of things, all sexy and none designed for the beach.

One thing we had learned was that prior to nearly noon there was no one on the beaches up the road from the little town. So, she and I both got naked more than once. By then our daughter had figured out mom and dad were up to something. She must have realized that her friends parents didn’t go nude on the beach. As such she realized mom would want her “swimwear” back after a while. So, she did what any 10 year old would do, she took moms stuff and ran off with them. Eventually mom wanted her stuff and had to chase daughter down to get it.

I set up one photo set with Heidi wearing only a white shirt and as he walked in the waves with a bottle of Simonov Ice. This was late afternoon and the beach was busy and as she got wet and the shirt became transparent. The photos were great.

Another set of photos we took was when we took the Ferry to Hatters Island. She initially wore a blue body suit from Victoria’s Secret along the dunes, and then removed even that. Again this was not a nude beach, and just as she put the bodysuit back on, a busload of teens (from the bus lettering we found this was a church group) came racing over the dune right to where we had been shooting nudes a moment before.

Spring break 2002 was a nice trip back to Hunting Island just out of Beaufort. Due to money issues it was a short trip, just 2 nights, but that didn’t keep us from having some fun. Heidi, contrary to acceptable behavior in SC, wore a sexy tiger stripe thong bikini set. She was most definitely the hottest thing on the beach. She got very appreciative looks by guys walking up the beach, but we had to keep an eye out for the Dept. on Natural Remorse patrolling on their little 4-wheelers.

The events of 9/11/2001 had a particular impact on our life. The crash in the trans-Atlantic tourism trade brought the price of a hotel stay on Miami Beach within our price range. So I in the summer of 2002, we were able to book a week in a first class ocean front hotel for less than $500. The place was amazing, like in moving kind of amazing. Big formal lobby with huge bronze sculptures and oil paintings, an all marble bathroom and a magnificent view of the beach restaurants and shops on the ground floor but for the kids the best thing was the Olympic sized swimming pool that overlooked the ocean.

Oddly there was a low hedge between the pool and beach. Once we all went past the hedge we found out why; Miami Beach is topless. The first thing we see were three young women sunning with their boobs fully exposed. All I could think was “Toto, We’re not in South Carolina anymore”

Well, Jeanne didn’t even own a real bathing suit thong, so we went shopping. She bought several bathing suit thongs (but only one with a matching top), beach towels with topless women on them and lots of sunscreen.

While at the swimming pool she wore thongs and bikini tops and on the beach just the thong, and she was hot. She was 42 and looked better than she ever had, and to make it better she had “prepped” for the trip by going to a tanning bed in the months before because she did not want to repeat the “white buns” of the previous years. So she had a bronze tan from the first day.

I had barrowed a digital camera that year to augment my film Nikons. It was a good thing because even with the digital present, it cost nearly $100 for film developing when we got back.

Up the road from our hotel was the only officially sanctioned public nude beach in America; complete with lifeguards and vendors. Though we’d been nude at clubs and on relatively isolated beaches, to just drop our clothes with at least 100 people near enough to see was a little bit hard on the nerves.

Like so many of the new experiences we have tried, this was another thing that turned out to be different than we had expected. First, I’d expected lots of single guys looking to catch a glimpse of naked women. Not so. This was Miami after all and the single guys were virtually all gay. Not that that mattered to Heidi’s viewing pleasure. The beach had many buff gay men preening for the attention of other gay men. Not only buff, it seemed like this was a big penis only zone. These guys would grease up, stroke until half hard then walk up and down the beach with their big penises and big muscles. So lesson learned, this is the place for girls to watch hot men who will not bother them. And there were a good number of good looking women. Later in the day, like after work hours, came older couples and even families and the gay preeners generally became less prominent. It seems that there was an unwritten allocation of time on the beach.

We took a good many photos. And at one point a little man with a thick Italian accent came over to talk to Heidi. We had him take a few pictures of the two of us. Latter we asked a couple to take our naked picture by the lifeguard tower.

If the nude beach was eye candy for women, South Beach was eye candy for men. It was filled with young people with buff bodies. About half the women wore thongs, and half of them were topless. I kept waiting to be told I would have to leave because this beach was for pretty people only.

Though she liked the beach, Heidi preferred the pool. There she had to wear a top, but it did not seem to matter if the top was see-through. Exclusively wearing thongs at the pool, Heidi look fabulous. I guess it’s a good sigh when the husband would rather watch his wife than the young women.

Heidi also loved the shopping. It was a bit odd to be shopping and girls in thong bikinis zoom by on their roller blades. Some of the designer shops shocked me with their prices, $800 blouses! On the other hand there were other shops that closed out for the designers and we bought a sheer red/black zebra striped blouse for Heidi. When I say sheer, I mean you could read a book through it, although the stripes camouflaged a little. She wore it out shopping and dancing that night. At one club she a good looking Latin guy was hitting on her and she was flirting up a storm, until his lamina girl friend showed up and began screaming at Heidi in Spanish. We left.

We did a spring break of 2003 trip to Daytona Beach. Well, I’d booked a hotel on the beach on line. On their site it looked great. Once we got there it was a dump. Not just a dump, but a scary biker kind of dump. I’m usually very careful about using the credit card for things we can’t afford, but I was not going to let my family stay at that place. We told the manager we would not stay and left. It took a couple of hours but we found a very nice place up the beach.

On one hand the sand on Daytona was like none other we’d ever seen; the hotel was great with a very family friendly atmosphere and kids activities. But….. it was too family friendly for Heidi’s thongs. But, good old Dane had done his home work. As it turned out that 30 minutes south of Daytona Beach, lay the north end of the 40 mile long Cape Canaveral Nat. Seashore. And….. I had found that between the North parking lot, to the south parking lot was over twelve miles of beach designated as clothing optional. So to the nude beach we go. Only one problem. The kids were old enough to leave for an hour or two at a time while they napped and watched TV (as we did in Miami when we went to the nude beach), but not for an all day trip. Our solution was simple. We set ourselves up about 200 yards north of the sign that read “Beyond this point you may encounter nude sunbathers”. Oddly the real-estate between the sign and the family part of the beach another 200 yards north of where we set up was completely empty. I guess the nice families thought the evil nudist would eat them. So we had ¼ mile of beach all to ourselves.

Heidi pulled off her shorts to reveal she again wore her tiger thong bikini, but the top didn’t’ stay on for long. Now this was of course a no, no on our side of the sign, but since when die Heidi care. She got apperceive looks from some men and a few very nasty looks from women, but no one said anything all day. At some point Heidi and I took a walk down the beach past ‘the sign’. She insisted we take a photo of her and the sign—so we took several as she removed her bikini (and I took off my trunks).

Past the sign the beach was much busier. Couples and singles old and young. All just relaxing in the sun.

The next morning we got up early. The kids were wiped out from all the sun the day before and so Heidi left them asleep for a morning trip to the nude beach. This time we set up our umbrella and towels well into the nude area. She initially wore a very sexy one piece that at least partially stayed on for at least 30 minutes. She was fascinated with an old man fishing for sharks…. Yes sharks. So for a good while my dear naked wife stayed with this old man and even got to touch a shark he’d pulled from the surf. Needless to say she did not go back into the water after that.

The summer of 2003 we again went to Miami Beach for….. ho …. Hum… more of the same; more beautiful beaches, more beautiful nearly naked (or fully naked) beach goers, more fun. Fewer photos that year though because I didn’t have the barrowed digital and the cost of film/developing was way high.

For the summer of break of 2005 we went again to Daytona. The kids were getting older and wanted to stay at the hotel as they were making friends now. We were there the whole week so we spent one morning at the nude beach without the kids and our last full day we spend just outside the nude beach as we did before. The funniest thing that day was that Heidi and our daughter, now in Jr. High and growing up took a walk up then down the beach. Before Heidi realized it they were way into the nude section. To this day (she’s in college now) she tells the story of the naked old man who offered them towels to rest on. Heidi had spent most of that day in naught but her thong, with the same response as we had before. But this time when packed up the van we noticed a park Ranger watching us. Once we headed down the road out of the park he appears behind me… and writes me a ticket for exceeding 25 mph in the park. To this day I am sure it was his way of punishing us for Heidi’s near nudity on the non-nude part of the beach.