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I was in Sandy Hook New Jersey about five months ago and I went to a clothing optional beach. There was this very interesting scenario taking place right in front of my sister and I (who both decided, as it was an option, to leave our bathing suits on - both of us are very fair-skinned - she even has red hair - I have a red-head's complexion though my hair is dark).


This very skinny young man that we named Beanpole - for several reasons- was sitting in the surf enjoying the waves crashing onto the sand while an older gentleman we named Leatherbutt, watched his bean pole intently.

It was fascinating to watch. I couldn't resist taking a few pictures (covertly while their backs were to the camera). Both of the reasons for Beanpole's moniker were very apparent
Thank goodness I didn't get arrested either.

But speaking of my sister's red hair, there was this guy we named Gingerman who kept hanging out by our beach chairs. I told my sister I thought he was waiting for her to take off her suit so he could ascertain whether she was a natural redhead or not.
He left disappointed. She decided not to take the option of removing her clothing.

Ha ha, this reminds me of my mom. A few years ago she and my dad went to Cuba. Now my parents would never be considered beach bums or sun worshipers. I doubt my mom even owns a bathing suit.
They are both very, very old school Irish, religious and extremely modest...
So, they go down to the beach with a book each, get a few chairs and an umbrella to sit under. They each have a drink and are seated minding their own business when a large german woman grabs a seat just in front of them. She lays down her towel, bag and drink and proceeds to bend over and disrobe... a huge naked ass presents itself, and to this day, I don't think me mammy has recovered yet.

When we were parking the car in the parking lot across the road from the beach, there was an Asian family unpacking all their beach gear from their car, along with their two young children. We asked them if this was the clothing optional beach, but they didn't seem to understand us - we just figured maybe they didn't speak English.

They were walking to the beach in front of my sister and I and I remarked to her that I thought it might be a little confusing or upsetting for these small children to be confronted with so many nude strangers of all shapes and sizes, but sort of shrugged my shoulders and thought, 'Well - maybe these particular kids are used to this sort of thing...' and we continued to trudge through the sand until finally we got to the point where there was a sign that said, 'Clothing optional beyond this point'.
The only reason we knew where this clothing optional beach was was because my brother-in-law, who is a surveyor and was mapping out a park in the area told us about it - he and his work partners entertained themselves by looking through the scope at all the bodies --you'd not have known it was back there otherwise...it was about a half mile from the parking lot.

Well, just beyond the sign there were all these naked people playing frisbee and volleyball and the mother threw a towel over her kids' heads, turned them around and almost started running back in the other direction. The husband was mesmerized, stuck to the spot staring, and as my sister and I walked by her, this mother gave us the most disgusted look.

It was pretty funny. I think the father wished he could have stayed.

I wouldn't have recovered from that either - some people should just remain clothed