Went to a Nude Beach for Independence Day!

This July 4th I wanted to go skinny dipping. After September 11th happened, I thought of all the things that I wanted to do before I died, and skinny dipping turned out to be number 1 on the list. I had gone skinny dipping only once before, and it was one of those cool experiences that I wanted to have again. Of course, life has been crazy busy, so I didn’t get around to it until yesterday. Rock Star: Supernova starts tonight, and I have gigs coming up. I have a feeling that I’ll have to squeeze in my summer fun or I won’t get it!

G and I woke up before 9am and headed to Sandy Hook, NJ to the federal beach that has a clothing optional section meaning its totally legal to walk around in your birthday suit. I’m not exactly an exhibitionist, even if I play one on stage I’m more of a sensualist, preferring to enjoy water on bare skin, and the bathtub does not have the same effect.

So we park the car in the beach parking lot, and walk over (still wearing clothes). We pass a sign that warns “Nude Bathers May Be Present”, but at the same time, I’m surprised to see many so people going the same way. I mean, they didn’t look like nudist types (whatever that means). There were families, as well as more older folk around, and I actually started to hope that they wouldn’t be the ones taking their clothes off.

I figured that if I was going to go through with this, I didn’t want to hang with the crowd. We took a shortcut that led us far, far away from the rest of the beach goers, and set up our towels. As I looked at the crowd again in the distance, they all appeared to be dressed, so I got cold feet. I announced, “I’m just going to keep my bikini on”, and sat down on my towel. When I turned to G, he was as naked as the day he was born. I couldn’t believe it. I thought he was going to remain dressed too. “I didn’t come here for nothing!”, he said. At that, I removed my bikini, and started rubbing on the suntan lotion.

It felt great to lay nude under the sun until the bugs came. The coconut suntan lotion must have acted like a love potion because I continually felt the stings of insects that I could not see. At first I thought it was the tiny grains of sand sticking to my skin. Each time I’d rub sand off a body part, I’d brush twice as much sand on another part. And then I’d get bit again by the no-see-ums (I think they’re also called sand flies). After about 15 minutes or so of this, I sit up and frustration, and suggest going in the water. G was game to go in naked, but the bugs were driving me nuts, so we put our bathing suits on before heading to the water.

At the water’s edge, however, I saw that the rest of the beach goers were pretty far away, and they really couldn’t see us, so I got bold again, and whipped off my bathing suit. G did the same and we jumped in the water. It was AWESOME!!! It was cold at first, but there we were, swimming NAKED in the ocean. The water felt fantastic. My hair was floating all around me, and I felt like a mermaid. A mermaid with legs, of course. G and I swam together, jumping over waves, and it was one of those lovely experiences.

Soon, two guys walked by on the beach. I worried at first that they were going to steal our clothes from the water’s edge, but it turned out that they had left the beach crowd to smoke a joint, and they weren’t even paying attention to us. So we ignored Cheech & Chong, and went back to our water play. They headed back towards the crowd, and then a park ranger truck passes by on the beach. Then the truck stops near us. G and I hope that the truck stopping has nothing to do with us. But then a ranger gets out the truck, and motions for us to come out of the water.

Um, did I happen to mention that we were NAKED?

So with all the rock star bravado I have, I calmly walk out of the ocean, like I do this all the time. I covered one breast with my long red locks, and impersonate the goddess Venus making an entrance from the ocean. G is a guy, so of course, he’s fine. We walk up to the ranger, who looks us in the eyes. He tells us that were not allowed to swim outside the guarded area, and we have to move towards the crowd. “You mean, where the people are?”, I ask. He says yes, and also adds that the clothing optional area is on the OTHER side of the beach.

Oops!

And of course, while he’s talking to us, the naughty nudists, there’s Cheech & Chong in the distance, getting a good laugh to go with their buzz. Some other guy passes by, and is staring at us with his mouth open. Instead of making a smart remark, I simply blow him a kiss. What else can you do?

We grab our clothes, and head back to the towels when the ranger drives away. G still wants to sunbathe nude, so like a dummy I take my clothes off again. The bugs immediately descend on my coconut scented skin, so less than 15 minutes later we left the beach for good.

Now that we know where to go, we’ll go skinny dipping again. But next time I’m bringing insect repellent!