Kate’s Exhibitionist Journey
by NotReallyKate

Chapter 14 - Four Boobs

In which Kate takes another trip to the beach where it all began, and temporarily finds herself switching from nude mentee to nude mentor.

The old place hadn't changed a bit.

Granted, it had only been a couple of months since I had last been here, and it was just a sandy beach on the British coast, so it really shouldn't have changed. Still, as I stood on the seafront and gazed happily at the sand dunes in the distance, my mind was filled with thoughts of just how far I had come since I had last been here.

This was where it all began, after all. Well, technically it began back in my apartment, when my towel had fallen off as I'd been making breakfast. Or even when I'd watched that episode of Friends with nude Rachel hanging out by herself. WWRGD, and all of that. But this was where I had taken my first proper step on my exhibitionist journey. Where I'd first stripped my clothes off in front of a group of strangers. Where I'd walked right to the top of those dunes, a bundle of nervous energy, and then gotten completely nude on the other side, in the delightful seclusion of the nudist area. Where I had first met Lara and Liam, where I had first felt my exhibitionist needs being stimulated as the bikini-clad Lara had flagrantly stared at my bare body, and where I had first started to push myself into more daring adventures, when I had gone for a swim and left all of my clothes behind in their possession.

And now I was back here. No longer a nervous first-time exhibitionist, but almost a seasoned professional. In the couple of months I'd been away, I had found ways to be nude in front of so many people, both friends and strangers, for hours or even days at a time. I had felt them drinking in my naked form, I had encouraged them to touch my bare skin, I had even had them pleasuring my body, rubbing my clit, tweaking my nipples, spanking my bottom, eating my pussy. Oh, Kate, you've grown so much!

I hadn't returned here for the beach itself, in truth. This was just an...added bonus. I was here to meet Lara, after she had called me up while I was in the middle of my, um, session with Veronica. The, um, lesbian domme. Statements like that one just served to underline quite how far I'd come since my first trip here. I felt myself blush as I recalled how I had ended that session nude, on my hands and knees, gleefully worshipping a woman's pussy with my mouth for the first time in my life. Yes, I'd come a long way indeed...

Still, I had called Lara back, and we arranged to meet up. Even though she still had no idea that I lived three hours away in London, and I'd only gone along with her theory that I lived locally to cover for the fact that I'd travelled so far, by myself, just to strip naked in public.

I'd agreed to meet up after promising myself that I'd tell her the truth. And it seemed only right to do that in person. I'd hoped that she'd want to meet for a coffee, or for lunch, giving me a chance to make it a day trip. But instead, she had invited me round to her house for drinks in the evening, and bereft of an excuse as to why I couldn't do that (aside from the fact that I lived three hours drive away), I had ended up turning my swift truth-telling tour into a weekend away. I'd booked a night in the cheapest hotel I could find online, packed an overnight bag, and driven here on Saturday morning. And the fact that my early arrival, with Lara not expecting me until this evening, meant that I had a few hours to spend nude on the beach? Well, that was just a happy coincidence, obviously. Tee hee!

I wasn't sure if I'd actually enjoy my afternoon here, truth be told. I'd grown bored of just being one naked person in a sea of naked people the first time around, and only began to enjoy myself when Lara had appeared to stimulate my exhibitionist side. And since then, my adventures had escalated a long way past just being looked at. But it seemed silly not to at least give it a go. Especially as I was still eager to find ways to keep my nude experiences going without having to arrange more costly visits to Veronica and her tantalising world of soft domination. Worst case scenario, I'd just have to put my clothes back on and pootle around town for a few hours, eating fish and chips. Gym-toned stomach be damned.

I'd parked up a little further away from the dunes than my previous visit, but once I crossed the road onto the soft sandy beach, I began to strip immediately. Only down to my bikini, you understand, popping my dress and flip-flops into my shoulder bag. I didn't want to go too far too soon while I was still in the non-nude section of the seafront. But still, it felt instantly refreshing to feel more of the sun on my skin.

I set off across the sand with a skip in my step. Even though it was getting towards the end of the brief British summer, and there was a slight chill in the air, the beach was packed with Saturday visitors, much busier than my previous weekday trip. But I easily picked my way through the crowds, with my focus entirely on the dunes up ahead, and my mind already eagerly contemplating stripping my bikini off and baring my body to the world again.

I remembered how, on my last visit here, I had nervously stepped across this same beach. How I had felt like everyone I passed was staring at me, seeing where I was heading and judging me for what I was about to do. I recalled how my legs had been shaking as I had reached the dunes. How my heart had fluttered as I had ascended. How my whole body had shivered as I had tentatively peeled off my bikini top and yanked down my bottoms. And how all of my worries had been for nothing after I had seen how little interest any of the other nude beachgoers had in just another naked girl standing up on the dunes.

This time, after everything else I had experienced, there were no such nerves. I didn't care if people were staring or judging me as I headed straight for the designated nude area. I just smiled and walked on, bare feet on warm sand, proud and happy with what I was doing. I'd experienced enough now, both endured and enjoyed enough delightful exposures and thrilling humiliations, that spending a few hours sunbathing nude on a nudist beach wasn't something I was about to feel ashamed about.

I walked past the sign without stopping. The one at the base of the dunes that had caused me such trepidation the last time I was here. No fully clothed groups permitted past this point? Well, you've got no worries there, I thought to myself with a quiet giggle.

As I reached the top of the incline, wondering how quickly I would dare to cast the rest of my clothing aside on the other side, I was surprised to see a young woman sitting on the sand. I hadn't seen her when I'd started my ascent, and she hadn't been walking up with me. I assumed she must've come back from the other side. I smiled as I walked past, and thought nothing more of it. Then, I heard her call after me.

"Um...excuse me?"

I paused, just short of the summit and the nudity beyond, and turned back to where she now stood and dusted the sand from her patterned dress, before looking at me a little nervously. She looked barely a day over 20, and stood a little shorter than me, with long dark brown hair that hung down past her shoulders. She also had a lovely dimpled face, not that I was interested in girls like th--Ah, who was I kidding, at this point? She was very pretty, ok?

"S--Sorry," she stammered, gesturing to the other side of the dune, "But, um, do you know that's a...?"

I saw her face flush, like she couldn't bring herself to admit to what was over there. If she had come back over from the other side, she didn't strike me as a seasoned nudist.

"A...nude beach?" I asked with a smile, "Yes, I know."

"Oh," she replied, her eyes widening slightly, "I--I see. And, um, you're...actually going to--?"

She flushed deeper and stopped herself, squirming slightly on the spot. I found myself regarding this younger woman with more curiosity. What was her deal? Why was she so shocked by the concept of the nude beach if she'd just come from over there?

"Sorry," she managed again, not looking any less flustered, "It's, ugh, this is so stupid..."

"What is it?" I offered gently, still confused.

"Ok," she sighed after a moment, "It's just...it's my boyfriend."

"Oh. Is he over there?" I asked, gesturing to the dunes.

"No, no," she shook her head, pointing back down at the non-nude beach below us, "He's down there, somewhere. It's--He's been teasing me a lot recently, you see? Saying that I'm too cautious. Too boring. That I never take any risks."

"Well, that's not very nice."

"I mean, he's only teasing, I suppose. But then...ugh, I dunno, last night, we were at a party, a big student party. We go to uni in the next town down the coast, you see? And, um, I'd had a few drinks. Quite a lot of drinks, I guess. And I knew we were planning on coming here today, and I..."

She sighed again and gestured behind me at what lay beyond the dunes in defeat.

"...I said I'd go take a selfie for him. Over there. Y'know, u--undressed. Out in public. I mean, that's not boring, right? That'd prove I could be exciting. But...I just couldn't. I had to turn back. I...guess I really don't take any risks."

I smiled, now understanding her nervous plight. And suddenly saw something more than just a random young woman in front of me. I...sort of saw myself. Or, at least, the version of myself that had been here at the beach the last time I was here. Scared Kate. Worried Kate. Petrified Kate. Boring Kate. Before my glorious rebirth as a full-blown exhibitionist. And, as she squirmed in the sand in front of me, I felt an urge to help myself--I mean, help her.

"Well," I replied, taking a step towards her and shrugging, "It's really not that scary, you know. Everyone over that side of the dunes are just here to do the same thing everyone on this side is. Just relax, lie back and enjoy the sun. It's just...they get a little bit more undressed when they're doing it."

Even though she still looked nervous, she stifled a guilty giggle.

"Yeah, I saw them," she surreptitiously half-whispered to me, "I was only over that side for a minute, but I saw all the..."

"Penises?" I laughed, eliciting another adorable flushed giggle from her, "I'm sure you did. But you know, it is a little rude to...stare when you're over there."

She suddenly swallowed the giggle and looked more concerned.

"Don't worry," I continued quickly, not wanting to add to her nerves, "I don't think anyone's going to have minded at that distance."

That seemed to relax her a little, but not completely. To my eyes, I could see what she wanted to do, what she wanted to push herself into doing. But maybe I'd need to...mentor her a little. Just like I'd been mentored to push myself by so many others.

"I just couldn't do it," she muttered sadly, "When I got over there. I couldn't, y'know, undress. I felt like some sleazy stripper. Like everyone was looking up at me."

"They weren't. Trust me."

She remained rigid and nervous. So, growing into my mentor role, I took another step towards her and reached out to take her hand. She didn't stop me.

"Hey," I motioned, "Where's your boyfriend exactly? Can he see us up here?"

She looked back down at the crowded beach below. I couldn't tell exactly where her eyes were darting in the sea of people, but she nodded.

"Well," I continued with a casual air, "How about we both go over there together, hmm? It might be easier if you're with someone else? Less scary?"

She looked up at me, still looking unconvinced.

"B--But," she stammered, "I don't think I can--"

"You don't have to," I interrupted with a smile, gesturing down to the sign at the base of the dunes, "Little loophole in the rules that a...friend once introduced me to. No fully clothed groups allowed. So, if you're with someone else, you don't have to go nude if you don't want to. At least, not right away. Besides, for all your boyfriend can see, you're doing what you said you'd do, right? You're taking the risk."

"I told him I'd take a selfie."

"Well," I shrugged, "Who knows. Once you're over there, maybe...that will all seem less scary as well, hmm?"

She stared at me, and I did my best to put on a calm mentor-like expression. Even if I was mentoring someone in how to get naked in public. Frankly, I saw this as a win-win situation. Either I successfully introduced another woman to the joys of casual exhibitionism. Or she would stay clothed, and I'd get the thrill of being nude in the company of another clothed woman, as I had with Lara previously. Oh Kate, I smiled to myself, you're such a clever girl.

"I'm Kate," I added, as I clasped her hand a little tighter.

"Becca," she replied.

"Well, Becca, it's very nice to meet you. Now, let's go, hmm? And don't worry. It'll be fun."

With that, I set off back towards the top of the dune. I half expected her to let go of my hand and hang back. But, to my joy, she walked with me, keeping a tight hold of my hand all the way to the summit. As we crested the top of the dune, I saw a refreshingly familiar sight below. Like the rest of the seafront, the nude beach was busier than my previous visit, which gave me a little frisson of extra excitement in my stomach. But aside from that, it was just as I remembered it. Just a gaggle of nude individuals, couples and groups of all shapes and sizes, lying out in the sun and enjoying their day at the beach.

In an instant, I eagerly snapped into action. I let go of Becca's hand and reached for my bikini top, unfastening it and letting it drop to the sand below. I felt a fresh rush as the sun hit my bare breasts again, and quickly grabbed my bikini briefs with both hands and went to pull them down to complete my transformation. Just as I was about to, I saw Becca's shocked face staring back at me. Just for a moment, I felt a little self-conscious, objectively seeing the slightly odd fact that I had immediately started taking all my clothes off in front of another person I barely knew. But, I was a new woman now. A proud exhibitionist who had been through far greater nude indignities than this, so I just smiled back at her as if what I was doing was the most natural thing in the world. Which, I'd argue, it sort of was.

"Like I said," I offered, "No fully clothed groups. So one of us has to take one for the team!"

I chuckled warmly as I pulled my bottoms down, gleefully revealing my freshly waxed pussy to a new audience. Becca just stared, open mouthed, as she found herself confronted by a completely nude woman up close.

"O--Oh," she managed to stammer, "R--Right. Of course."

I casually gathered my clothes and placed them into my bag. Then, I hoisted it up on my bare shoulder, and held my hand back out to the still visibly nervous woman.

"Come on then," I said, "Let's go find a good spot."

For a second, it looked like this had gotten too much. Like I'd pushed things too far too soon in my fledgling mentor role. As if Becca was about to turn around, run back to her boyfriend, and tell him about this weird woman she just met who had stripped her clothes off in front of her without warning. But instead, and to my delight, she took my hand and smiled, her gaze then momentarily drifting down to my bare body and giving me an instant giddy thrill.

And we walked on down the dune, hand in hand. Becca still in her summer dress and sandals. And me in nothing at all.

*****

We found a spot a short distance away from any of the other groups after a walk through the rest of the visitors to the beach. Much like last time, there were more men than women on the beach. And a lot of the women were still either in a swimsuit or topless at most, while the men were happy to show everything off. And my new companion seemed happy to take everything in. I had to subtly cough a couple of times when I saw her staring a little too long at some of the larger penises we passed. We were also, as I had been before, probably the youngest people here. It seemed like being a nudist in the UK was still predominantly a middle-aged pursuit. Maybe I could change that, I thought, one Becca at a time.

I lay out my towel and settled down to bask in the sun, and Becca awkwardly sat down next to me. She hadn't brought a towel of her own, only carrying a small purse with her, so we were forced to share.

After a moment or two, I noted that she was now resolutely staring at me, as I lay nude next to her. I didn't know if she thought she was being subtle or not, but it was clear that her eyes were flitting up and down my body, pausing for some time on my breasts and my pussy on each pass. I felt a fresh tingle each time she did it, not minding someone like her breaking the 'no staring' rule with my own body. But I could also see that she was still nervous, curled up fully clothed next to me. After indulging my love of being seen to be nude for a few more delightful moments, I decided to push my mentoring side a little further.

"See?" I chuckled at her, "There's nothing to be scared about. It's just like any other beach."

"Not really," she muttered back to me, blushing slightly again as she forced her eyes back up to my face, "I--I mean...you're being so brave."

It wasn't the first time I'd been called that when I'd been on a beach undressed like this. But the last time, I really had been brave. I'd been completely bare on a regular public beach in Spain, miles away from any of my clothes. Again, this felt so simple compared to all that. I was a nude professional now, I reminded myself.

"Not really," I replied with a shrug, "I mean, if I'm brave, then so are all these other people all around here, right?"

Becca tore her attention away from me to glance at the other casually nude beachgoers all around us. I felt the urge to press her a little, now we were here.

"Look," I said, gesturing at her dress, "You've got a bikini on under there, right?"

She turned back to me and nodded.

"Well, how about you just take the dress off and relax a bit, hmm? I mean, you'd be sunbathing in a swimsuit if you were back on the other side of the dunes. There's nothing wrong with that."

She seemed to seriously consider this for a moment. And again, I half-expected her to stand up and literally sprint for the hills. But instead, she nervously sat up on her knees, and then lifted her thin dress up and over her head.

I tried not to break my own no-staring rule, but I found myself taking in the body she revealed underneath the loose-fitting dress. Her black bikini clung to her pale skin, her hips curved out the way I wished mine did under her little briefs, and her full breasts, that looked easily like a D-cup to me, strained against the sturdy top she wore. Not wanting to cause her to have a rush of self-consciousness now she was finally making progress, I snapped my attention back to her face as she fully pulled off the dress and folded it up.

"There," I smiled, taking the folded dress from her and slipping it into my bag, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

She blushed a little again, but smiled and shook her head. I could see that I was starting to get through to her. You're such a good mentor, Kate, I thought to myself, as she slowly lay her bikini-clad down on the towel next to me. We've really made some progress here.

After a few seconds, I saw her gaze flit back to my body. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes off me. And I loved it.

"I--I still don't think I could do what you're doing," she admitted, "Being, y'know, nude like that. I still think my boyfriend was right about me. I'm too boring."

I suppressed a fresh smile. Whether it was my desire to mentor her through the process of undressing in public, or whether it was some part of my growing, um, appreciation of the female form that was spurring me on to try and see this buxom young woman shed the rest of her clothes, I was definitely getting the sense that she wanted me to push her further. It was the way that she kept bringing the topic of my nudity up. She wasn't trying to ignore it, or shy away from it, even despite her nervousness. Instead, she was obsessed with it. As if, while she didn't have the courage to strip nude of her own accord, she wanted to keep it in the conversation, because...she wanted me to help her find that courage.

I considered how I might get her to the next level. Seeing her nerves, I didn't think there was much to be gained from a direct approach. From just immediately suggesting she took off her bikini in the same way that she'd just taken off her dress. I felt sure that I'd need to be a little more circumspect about how I got her over her nerves. I'd need to...tease her exhibitionism out of her. But how?

With a sudden flash of inspiration, I elected to fall back on an old favourite of mine. I reached into my bag and retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion.

"Almost forgot," I smiled, "Better protect myself, hmm?"

Becca didn't reply, but I felt a fresh buzz from sensing her watching on as I delicately worked the lotion into my bare skin, rubbing myself all over until my breasts, stomach, thighs and legs were delightfully shiny and slick. Then, as casually as I could manage, I rolled onto my front on the towel and proffered the bottle to her.

"Um, could you get my back?" I asked in all innocence.

This part wasn't strictly part of my plan. But when this girl has a chance to have another girl rub lotion onto her bare body, well, she doesn't pass that kind of opportunity up. Eep!

After a moment of hesitation, Becca nodded and took the bottle, before shuffling over and starting to work a handful of lotion into my bare back. I let myself enjoy the sensation, casting my mind back to those heady afternoons when I sunbathed nude with Nicole and the others back at the villa. But I didn't let myself enjoy it...too much. I had a job to do, after all. I was this poor sweet wannabe exhibitionist's mentor, after all.

Oh, go on, I told myself, I can enjoy myself a little more.

"Sorry, Becca, could you...make sure you rub some lotion on my bottom as well?"

I felt her hands on my back tense up. Oops, Kate, have you pushed her too far too soon?

"Um," she stumbled, "I--I mean, won't people think...?"

I rolled onto my side to look at her, displaying my lotioned-up body again as I did so and causing her eyes to thrillingly dart down to my little breasts again. I took that question as a positive sign. She wasn't hesitating because she didn't want to rub lotion into my behind, she was just worried about what sort of reaction we might provoke from the others around us.

"It's ok," I smiled, "It's not weird, or anything. Everyone sunbathing on this beach will have done the same thing. It's just, when you're nude, it's even more important that you protect your bottom from the sun, right?"

She considered this somewhat paper-thin argument of mine for a moment, then nodded in understanding, mustering a smile back at me. I lay back down on my front, and then felt the glorious sensation of her soft, lotioned hands starting to manipulate my bare behind. Oh my god, I thought to myself in satisfaction, I've missed this. I even felt the first real tingle from between my legs as her slick fingers ran down to the bottom of my buttocks, getting tantalisingly close to my exposed pussy, but I quickly worked to control myself. Calm down, Kate! This isn't one of those moments. There's a hundred other people on this beach, and besides, Becca has a boyfriend.

Far too soon, she finished her task and set the bottle back down next to me. I instantly decided to put the next stage of my plan into action.

"Thanks," I said, before gesturing to her own bikini-covered body, "But when did you last apply any lotion?"

"Oh, um, right when we got here?" she replied, "Like...two hours ago?"

"Hmm," I mused, scrunching my face up into a theatrical moment of deep thought, "It might be best to reapply some, just in case. Come on, roll over and I'll do your back."

"Oh, um, r--really?"

I smiled with a hint of victory as I saw that she was already rolling over even as she asked the question. As someone now well-versed in the signs of compliance with someone else's more domineering statements from my own submissive nude moments, I recognised that she was only half-heartedly questioning the veracity of my words. Her body had started to follow my instructions immediately.

"Of course," I beamed, as I sat up and grabbed the bottle of lotion, "You did my back, after all. It's only fair."

I waited for her to settle down fully, then squirted a healthy glob of lotion directly on the pale skin of her back. A little too much lotion, actually. Some of it splattered onto the strap of her bikini top. Oops, clumsy Kate!

"Oh dear," I giggled innocently, "I've made a bit of a mess. Let me see what I can do..."

I gently began to work the lotion into her skin, and while I could sense the tension in her body when I started, I began to feel that ebbing out of her almost immediately. As I worked, I was careful to emit an audible tut of frustration every time I had to work around the confines of her bikini strap. One step at a time, I thought to myself with a smile.

"Ugh," I sighed eventually, "You know, this'd be easier if this strap wasn't in the way..."

"O--Oh, um, right," she managed. I felt her tense up a little under my hands, but she remained lying where she was.

"I mean," I continued, keeping my tone innocent, "If you're lying on your front, I guess you could just...undo it? Then I can make sure your whole back is properly lotioned. And it's not like anyone's going to see anything, right?"

It felt a little preposterous to be working so hard to preserve her modesty as I, and just about everyone else around on the beach, lay here completely nude. But I was determined not to rush things. Not to try and get her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. I wanted this journey to be fun for her. To help her prove that she wasn't...boring.

"I--I guess not," she replied eventually, after taking a deep breath, "I, um, I guess you can...undo my top, Kate."

I suppressed a grin and casually unclasped the back of her bikini top, gently moving the straps away from her skin and revealing her bare back to the sun.

"There," I smiled, as I finished my lotioning job, "That's much better."

Much better, I thought to myself. But only the beginning...

*****

Once we were appropriately protected from the sun, we settled down to talk for a while.

Becca explained how she and her boyfriend were second year students at a university down the coast, and had come here on a day trip. The fact that there was a nude beach here hadn't really factored into their thinking until she had made her fateful promise at the party last night, though the area's presence here was a running joke around their campus. Which I was a little offended by. There was nothing funny about a bunch of friendly nude people having a nice time at the beach, was there? I momentarily thought back to all the different sizes and shapes of penis we had walked past on our way to this spot, and stifled a guilty laugh. Maybe...a little bit funny. Sorry, boys!

In turn, I carefully wove Becca a mix of truths and white lies about my own situation. I didn't quite want to reveal everything to her, even as I was, ahem, revealing everything to her. I said that I was here for the weekend to visit an...old friend (not quite true). And, while I wasn't a full-time nudist (sort of true), I did enjoy any chance I got to relax like this in the nude (definitely true!).

After a while, I rolled back onto my back, allowing the sun to kiss the rest of my completely bare body. Alongside me, almost as if she was copying my movements, Becca awkwardly rolled over herself, keeping one hand resolutely clasping her untied top to her breasts as she did so. But, I noted happily, she didn't make any attempt to actually fasten it back up, as someone might if they were certain that they wanted to stay clothed. Hmm, I thought excitedly, it might be time for Kate the mentor to step in again...

"So, Becca," I offered as she finished awkwardly adjusting herself while maintaining the cover over her breasts, "Have you never even...sunbathed topless?"

She looked at me and blushed. But didn't flinch or retreat. And certainly didn't make any attempt to fasten her top back up either. I had a way in. I just needed to walk her through the door to bikini-less bliss.

"Oh, n--no," she stammered, "I mean, I went on a girls' holiday to Ibiza last summer, and everyone was doing it there. But I--I couldn't. Like I said, I'm...too boring."

She made that final statement with a sad sigh, and I felt a new rush of sympathy for her. It seemed even more obvious now that she desperately wanted this. So, come on, Kate, let's help her to get there.

"I'd never done it either, until I started all this," I smiled back, nodding in the direction of my bare body and delighting in her latest hungry look up and down where I lay, "But it's such an amazing feeling. And getting an even tan is so wonderful."

I stole my own glance at my body now, and took fresh delight in the way I looked. I'd spent so long outside in the sun in the nude recently that, while I wasn't exactly a bronzed goddess, I was definitely on the way to being a healthy tanned shade from head to toe. And I adored how that looked. Turns out it hadn't just been an excuse, I really didn't like tan lines.

"It looks amazing," Becca whispered, before she suddenly snapped her eyes back to my face and looked a little flustered. My pussy sang a little more loudly from this latest instinctive piece of admiration for my nude form. Calm down, Kate!!

Still keeping my tone casual, I gestured at the black bikini top she was keeping clamped to her pale chest. I felt my own heart beating a little stronger as I made the obvious suggestion.

"Well, it's safe here, you know," I said, "Everyone else here is a nudist. I can't think of a safer place to try it, frankly. I mean, if you want to, that is..."

"B--But," she gasped, her eyes widening a bit, even as I noted her hold on her top beginning to relax a little, "I don't think I could! Everyone'll be staring at me!"

Oh wow. She was so much like I had been. So racked with neuroses and worries about baring her body to the world for the first time. I adored her.

"Trust me," I reassured her, "They won't bat an eyelid about another topless woman around here. If anything, you're probably attracting more looks by keeping your clothes on than taking them off. We're all nude here, after all."

I gestured to myself again. Her eyes again followed my gesture. And then I saw her features tighten a little. I saw her resolve strengthen. Whether it was my calming words, my excellent mentoring, or just the sight of my tanned, naked body (Oh my!), she seemed to have reached the point of no return. With a shaking hand, she slowly but surely relinquished her grip on her top, allowing it to slide away from her breasts and down her arms, until she shook it off onto the towel, and now lay next to me, wearing just her bikini bottoms.

I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but at least take a cursory look at the vision of womanhood now revealed in front of me. Oh wow, she looked incredible. Annoyingly incredible, if anything. Her now-revealed D-cup breasts were wonderfully firm, looking positively enormous on her short, slender frame, but still clearly all natural. Her ample chest gave way to a stomach that was almost as flat as my own. Her hips still curved exquisitely inside her briefs, and her legs were so perfectly slender and tapered. I didn't think it was possible to be so curvy and then so flat in all the right areas without a punishing Hollywood diet or a hell of a lot of plastic surgery, but here she was. And then I remembered that she was only 20. Ugh. That was probably helping as well.

For her part, she squirmed a little as she saw me glance down her body. But she didn't grab her top back, or try to cover up. In fact, she even elected to reach down to her feet and take off her sandals, leaving herself with literally only one single item of clothing left on her body. Then, with a still-shaking hand, she picked up the lotion bottle.

"I'd, um, better...y'know," she managed.

I smiled and nodded, keeping one eye on her as she rubbed lotion into her ample chest while idly taking the top and sandals she had discarded and stuffing them into my bag. I hoped that part of what I was doing was exciting her as well, just as it did with me. That giddy feeling of not just being undressed, but being separated from your clothes, even in the slightest sense. I couldn't help but note that her beautiful big nipples had started to harden slightly. Was that from the coldness of the lotion, or her growing excitement?

Still, even as she finished lotioning, I wasn't finished yet. I was determined to see her through to the logical endpoint of her first taste of public nudity, and that meant that those bikini bottoms would have to go. I bit my lip and thought about the gentlest way to encourage her to finally shed that last bit of covering. For her to complete her journey and bare her body completely alongside mine, out here on the beach.

"So," I opted for, "Your bet with your boyfriend. You said you needed to take a selfie...?"

She flushed again. Ugh, why was that so adorable? Was that what I looked like whenever I was nude and being encouraged into further exposures by my own mentors?

"Well," she managed eventually, "I was supposed to, yes. But...I'm not actually doing what I said I'd do. I mean, I'm not actually...nude."

Oh Becca, I smiled to myself as I regarded the bashful topless woman next to me. You're bringing it up again. Do you need your mentor to help you over that final hurdle as well?

"Hmm," I nodded back, playing along and pretending to give her entirely false predicament the appropriate amount of thought, "Well, I guess you could be, right? I mean, you've come this far, so...if you really want to be nude...?"

She looked back over at me, and I met her gaze with a supportive nod. Encouraging her silently over her final challenge. With a pair of gently quivering hands, and keeping her eyes on me for the duration, she lay back down on the towel, reached down for the waistband of her briefs, and gently began to ease them down her slender legs. I felt a fresh rush inside me, not just a slightly sensual one seeing her bare thighs and a tuft of hair slowly being revealed out of the corner of my eye as she eased her final item of clothing from her body, but a vicarious thrill as well, recalling my own palpitating heartbeat and nervous energy when I had first stripped completely nude out in the open like this.

Eventually, her briefs reached her ankles, and she gently kicked them off with a nervous shudder that passed through her whole body. I smiled warmly back at her and even reached out to pat her arm supportively.

"There you go," I said with a whisper, "Now we're both as brave as each other."

She nodded and smiled, relaxing a bit. I deftly sat up and grabbed her discarded briefs, casting a quick eye over her own deliciously bare body as I did so (oh god, she looked amazing!), and shoved them into my bag with the rest of her clothes.

And there we were. Two little nude nymphs lying next to each other on the beach.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she gasped and bit her lip, squirming slightly where she lay, but tellingly making no attempt to either cover herself, or even make a grab for the clothes that were now all hidden away inside my bag. Oh Becca, I thought with satisfaction, you want to be nude just as much as I do.

"You're not doing it," I replied out loud, "You've done it. Trust me, that's the most difficult part. Now, look around you. You're just the same as everyone else here. You're just enjoying a relaxing day at the beach. In the nude."

She turned her head and looked around, and I naughtily allowed myself the chance to give her bare body a closer look. Ugh, it was even more perfect than I'd first thought. Her breasts, her hips, her legs, her skin, even her darling little tuft of carefully trimmed pubic hair. For the first time since I'd opted for my completely bare pussy, I found myself missing having hair down there. Though I also adored the extra feeling of total exposure I got from being completely waxed in the way that I was.

I managed to complete my slightly jealous tour of her body before she looked back at me, none the wiser at how much I'd again been flagrantly breaking the 'no staring' policy on this part of the beach. She seemed a little more reassured.

"You're right," she nodded, "Nobody's looking."

"Kinda hurts a bit, doesn't it," I couldn't help but giggle, remembering how let down I'd been at the completely disinterested reaction from the nudists on the beach towards my own grand reveal, "I remember being absolutely terrified of people staring at me when I stripped off for the first time, and then a little annoyed when nobody seemed to notice."

She giggled back and nodded.

"I suppose so. I mean...I don't want them to stare at me. I'm already feeling so embarrassed. But, also...I kind of do want them to stare at the same time. Is that stupid?"

"No," I shook my head supportively, "Not at all. I sometimes feel the same way. I'm embarrassed to be nude, but I'm also proud of it at the same time. I want everyone to ignore me, but I also want everyone to appreciate me. It's not stupid. Just...confusing."

And that's just the tip of the iceberg, I thought to myself, as I considered all the other conflicting thoughts and feelings and experiences I'd been through on my own journey. No need to bother her with all of those right now.

"W--Well," she stammered, reaching for her purse and taking out her phone, "Guess I'd better get this selfie before I chicken out of that as well."

"Wait," I cautioned, stopping her even as she unlocked her phone, "Actually...taking photos here is a bit of a no-no as well. Even if it's just a selfie, the rest of the people deserve their privacy, right?"

She blushed again and set her phone to one side. I took a second to marvel at how her big boobs gently wobbled back and forth as she moved, then forced myself to focus back on the here and now. Concentrate, Kate! Now she's nice and nude like you, it's time to push her a little further into exploring her exhibitionist side.

"Oh, of course," she sighed, "Sorry, I didn't think."

"That's ok," I smiled, before thinking for a moment, "Hmm. although, I guess we could get a photo up on the dunes? We'd be well away from everyone up there. I'm sure that'd be fine."

Her eyes widened at this suggestion, as she glanced over her shoulder at the dunes off in the distance.

"You want me to walk all the way over there, naked?!" she gasped, "O--Oh, no. I don't think I can do that..."

"It's ok," I smiled, gently covering off her attempt at a retreat, "I'll come with you. And I'm sure nobody's going to care about a couple of nude ladies walking around here. Besides, you've done all the hard work, I want to make sure you prove that silly boyfriend of yours wrong!"

Before she could offer any more feeble efforts at what I was sure were false protests, I confidently stood up, enjoying the sensation of being fully exposed to the beach again, and gestured for her to follow me. After a few nervous glances, she slowly got up on her feet as well, showing her gloriously bare curves off to the world.

I thought about tidying away the towel and taking my bag with me. But then, an even more devilish thought popped into my head. A way of pushing both her and me a little further now we were both nude together. Without bothering to tell Becca what I was up to, I strode over to a nearby middle-aged couple and smiled at the naked man and topless woman.

"Hi," I said, "Sorry to be a pain, but me and my friend want to go for a little walk. Stretch our legs. Could you...look after our things while we're away?"

I sensed Becca scurrying over to me as she heard what I was saying. She seemed significantly less comfortable with my daring little plan.

"H--Hang on," she stammered, her new concerns meaning that she had seemingly forgotten about how she was standing nude in front of these two strangers, "You're leaving the bag here? B--But...all of my clothes are in there!"

"Mine too," I laughed with a shrug, glancing back at the couple, "So please make sure nobody steals it, otherwise I guess we'll both have to go home like this!"

I flagrantly gestured from my body to Becca's and back again. Inviting these strangers to take them in. No-staring rules or no no-staring rules. I glanced at Becca and my heart sang with pride as I saw that, while the budding exhibitionist looked a little unsure of herself, she wasn't scrambling to cover up, or rushing back to retrieve her clothes. She was just standing next to me, showing every inch of herself off. Oh Becca, brave little Becca!

"Well, we certainly wouldn't want that!" the woman in front of us laughed back.

"Don't worry," her entirely naked partner added, "We'll keep an eye on your bag. You two go and enjoy yourselves."

I smiled again in thanks, then before Becca could think about changing her mind, I happily took her hand and merrily led her away, as she clasped her phone tightly in her other hand. We walked away from my towel, my bag, and all of our clothes. Two happy, nude and (partly) carefree girls, just walking along the beach together.

"I can't believe you did that!" she whispered as we went, still notably making no effort to try and return to her clothes, "What if they just walk off with all our stuff?!"

I cast my mind back to the thrill I'd experienced when I'd left my possessions with Liam and Lara the last time I was here. The nervous excitement that had built in me as I had willingly walked away from my phone, my car keys, my clothes, my dignity. It had been such a rush at the time, and now it was all over again.

"I think we can trust them," I winked, "Besides, he won't be going anywhere for a while."

"Why not?" she asked, obliviously.

I stifled a smirk and nodded back behind us.

"He rolled over on his front as soon as we walked off. And, um, another rule of this place says that you're supposed to subtly cover up if you get a...y'know."

Her eyes widened again as she shot a look back at the couple, and the man that was now awkwardly lying on his front in the sand. I hadn't wanted to draw attention to it at the time, but I'd seen a visible twitch or two from his penis as soon as he'd set eyes on the two nude young women who had approached him and his partner. I'd been a little shocked at that reaction myself, to be honest. I'd never seen even the hint of an erection during my trips to this beach to date, and I'd assumed that any seasoned male nudist was capable of controlling such reactions (not that I could complain, given how aroused I'd been getting at the feeling of my own public nudity). But apparently, this man was powerless to control his body when confronted by our four boobs, shining proudly in the sunlight.

"I think he liked us..." I couldn't help but whisper at Becca, who giggled back in response.

We walked on, and I was a little surprised how much of a renewed rush I was getting. When I'd walked around the beach with Liam and Lara, I had been utterly captivated by the feeling of being the nude one in between their clothed forms. But here, I wasn't unique. I was literally walking hand in hand with someone that was as naked as I was. And yet, either because I was still living vicariously through Becca, because I was revelling in another new experience for myself, or even because I was so titillated by Becca's wonderfully proportioned body, I was feeling as excited as ever. I suppressed a flush of my own as I realised that my nipples had found the time to fully harden all of a sudden. I certainly couldn't be offended by that poor man's reaction to us now!

Outside of the couple we left behind with our things, our nude walk to the dunes attracted barely any attention from the other beachgoers. As much as part of me would have been thrilled (not to mention amused!) at the sight of every naked man we walked past awkwardly rolling onto his front in our wake, it seemed as though everyone else was more in control of themselves. Aside from a friendly smile or a hello, which Becca started to nervously return in kind as we went, we were free to walk on without any undue attention.

Eventually, we arrived at the dunes. And I kept on walking, wanting to push Becca at least part of the way up to the top. Wanting her to feel the same thrill I'd felt when Liam and Lara had walked me almost to the top before they had given me back my bag and allowed me the chance to get dressed.

"Careful!" she hissed at my side, "Someone's gonna see us!"

"Everyone's already seen us," I giggled back, gesturing down at the litany of people we'd just walked past, "I just want to make sure you're far enough away when you take your selfie that nobody'll think you're photographing them as well."

"But I don't need to be facing them when I take the photo," she whined with perfect logic, "I can stand with my back to the dune!"

Of course she could. But I pretended not to hear or understand, and walked closer to the top, closer to us leaving the safety of the natural barrier of sand keeping our nude bodies away from everyone else at the beach. And, while Becca was worried as we got higher and higher, she didn't try to break free of my grip, or tell me to stop. She was still, a little reluctantly, allowing herself to be pushed a little further.

Eventually, a scant few yards away from the top of the dune, and close enough to the other side that we could hear the boisterous sounds of hundreds of happy clothed beachgoers on the other side, I ended her torment and brought our walk to an end.

"Right," I nodded, "This should do it."

I let go of her hand, and she nodded nervously and raised her phone. I stifled a giggle at the perfectly adorable sight of her awkwardly adjusting her pose in front of the selfie camera, constantly changing her mind about exactly how much of her flesh she wanted in shot, or how she wanted to look. Happy? Sultry? Pouty? Giggly? None of them seemed to satisfy her, as she sighed and looked back at me.

"I, um, I--I don't know if I can..."

"Of course you can," I smiled at her, "You don't have to send it to him to keep, do you? Just take it and show it to him when you get back. You win your argument, you prove you can take a risk, and then you can delete it, right?"

She nodded at this, but still looked a little worried. Then, out of nowhere, she dropped a little bombshell in my direction.

"I guess, um, I...might be able to do it if...could you pose with me?"

My heart jumped out of my chest. Without realising it, she had turned the tables back on me. Oh dear. I'd still never been photographed while nude (as far as I knew!), and that was very much still a red line for me. But...I'd spent the day pushing Becca on and on to more and more daring actions, it seemed entirely hypocritical for me to turn around and refuse to take part myself. But, as much as I adored and trusted Becca, did I really want her taking a nude photo of me away with her? Back to her boyfriend? What if he wanted a copy for himself? What if she gave it to him? What if he turned out to be an awful person, and my naked body ended up being shared around every Whatsapp group on their university campus?

But also, what if by refusing her request, she really didn't have the courage to take the selfie that proved to the world (or her boyfriend, at least) how wonderfully brave she'd been today? What if my own reluctance meant that all of my mentoring had been for nothing? Oh Kate, even when you're in charge, you end up submitting to something.

I took a deep breath. I could do this. For Becca. Brave, buxom Becca.

"Ok," I nodded with a tentative smile as I stepped over to her side, "Let's do it."

She giggled and raised her camera again. At the last second, just as she was getting almost all of our gloriously bare bodies in shot, I had a thought, and subtly stepped a little higher up the dune. Now, my little breasts were almost level with Becca's face in the shot, but she didn't seem to mind. She took the selfie.

"Yay!" she smiled as she gazed at her screen, "Look at that! Four boobs, all together!"

"Um," I replied quickly, gesturing for her phone, "Could I just...?"

She passed me the phone. Swiftly, I jumped in and edited the framing of the photo. Without ruining anything, I was able to crop out most of my face, leaving just my mouth and chin in shot at the top, along with Becca's smiling face and our completely bare bodies. I was a lot happier about that. Yes, I was potentially sending evidence of my nakedness out into the world for the first time, but without my face in shot, those could be anyone's well-tanned boobs. That, I could live with.

And Becca didn't seem to mind as I handed her phone back. She was still smiling in glee, even jiggling on the spot and allowing her lovely large breasts to shimmy from side to side. I didn't bother pointing out that her lower half hadn't been in the shot, so she hadn't needed to get completely nude after all. There was no reason to spoil her happy mood, was there?

"Oh my god," she squealed, "I can't believe I did it. Thank you, Kate!"

Before I could respond, I found myself experiencing the exhilarating feeling of nude Becca wrapping me in a hug. For a long, lovely moment, our two naked bodies pressed against each other where we stood on the dune. I felt her hard nipples digging into my skin, and suppressed a gasp of pleasure as I felt mine do the same on hers. Oh god. Oh wow.

Then, she suddenly broke the hug and looked a little sheepish. Had she enjoyed that as much as I had...? Calm down, Kate!!

"Sorry," she smiled awkwardly, "I, um..."

"Don't worry," I laughed back, "You're very welcome, Becca. And now you've proven just how much of a risk-taker you are, you know what you need to do?"

She shook her head. I smiled devilishly.

"You need to tell that boyfriend of yours that you want a selfie of him standing right here in return."

She laughed heartily. But not in a way that suggested she thought my idea had just been a joke. I couldn't help but wonder if, later this afternoon, there might be a nervous-looking man standing on the side of this dune, awkwardly trying to pluck up the courage to strip off his swim shorts. I hoped there would be. You go, Becca!

With that, we started back for our things. And I watched in happy contentment as she almost skipped back across the sand, no longer meek and nervous, but boldly and proudly nude in front of everyone and anyone, not caring who might be looking at her gloriously bare body. Kate the Mentor had done her job and then some. There was a new exhibitionist in town. My work here was done.

I'd already had a very happy trip to the seaside. And, I reminded myself with an even happier smile, I still had my visit to Lara's place to come…