Misadventures....Part 5

Funds running low, we decided to take our lives in our hands and hitchhike once again. This time, an elderly British man, David and his "nurse" Carol, a pretty, but plump younger woman, gave us a lift. We were able to relax. There was no mauling, just a lot of pleasant conversation. The gentleman informed us that he would drive us all the way up the coast of Yugoslavia to Austria if we liked.  He mentioned that they intended to make two stops, one in Dubrovnik and the next at the island of Rab.  We jumped at the chance, particularly pleased about going to Dubrovnik.

We arrived at Dubrovnik after a few hours, checked into a pension in the old town and walked to the main square where we were just in time to celebrate Tito, the benevolent dictator's, eightieth birthday.  

The following morning, we continued on our way to Rab.  As we were driving, David mentioned that the place they were going on Rab was, by the way, a nudist beach. Nudist?  We were shocked...a nudist beach...a beach where one removes all of one's clothing?  A beach where there would be men...nude ones...who would be able to see EVERYTHING?  Shelley and I stared at each other, eyes round with shock.  No, no way...we could not go to a nudist beach!  That was just too much to ask.  We'd had to swallow our pride beside the stream in Pec, but that was..well...a matter of life or death, wasn't it? Get naked in front of a bunch of people....uh uh....not on your life.  "Uh....I think I'd feel very, very uncomfortable at a nude beach."  "Me, too" agreed Shelley, "I don't think I can do that." "Nobody even looks at you," said David.  "Wow, I just don't think I can," I said . "Well," sighed David, "I guess we'll have to let you off before we take the road to Rab." "Can't we just wait in the car," asked Shelley.  "No, we'll be there for 8 or 9 hours. If you want to continue to ride with us, you'll have to join us at the beach."

Now, we'd had more than our fair share of molestation during our many hitchhiking experiences and were reluctant to put ourselves at the mercy of any more degenerates....very reluctant, indeed!  We'd become adept at communicating with our eyes and facial expressions and reached the same conclusion without uttering a word...better to suffer a small amount of indignity on a nudist beach than to face what might eventually turn out to be a very real danger.  We both sighed at the same time and Shelley said, "Okay, we'll go." 

Resigned to our fate, we settled back and tried to enjoy the scenery. Approaching Split from high up on the mountain road, we marveled at the heart-stopping view. It was one more in the long list of God's incredible wonders that we'd been privileged to see.  The fact that Split wasn't far from Rab, however, took some of the joy from the experience. More than once our eyes met; the question on both our minds....'What the heck have we gotten ourselves into this time?'

Time passed much too quickly and sooner than anticipated, we arrived at the dreaded site.  The beach was beyond a wooden barrier where there was a sign in several languages, English being the second, "THIS IS A NUDIST BEACH.  ALL CLOTHING MUST BE REMOVED BEFORE PASSING THIS POINT."  David and Carol shed their clothes without hesitation.  They passed the barrier that lead to the beachfront leaving us to wrestle with our anxieties.  We looked at each other and giggled nervously.  Fortunately, we each had a towel to cover our 'embarrassment', but the thought of naked bodies everywhere was not the most agreeable to two shy, Canadian girls.  It had to be done, though.  We couldn't stand there all day....it was getting hotter by the minute, and the idea of the cool sea water was certainly appealing.  "Oh, well...here goes," I said and started peeling off my jeans.  "Crap," breathed Shelley, as she followed suit.  What a sight we were to behold.  Just a week before, we'd been driving scooters around the Peloponnese in Greece and had been wearing shorts and t-shirts so our faces, forearms and lower legs were tanned brown from the hot sun....the rest of our bodies were white as chalk.  Poor Shelley had to suffer one more indignity...her bottom was covered in a heat rash...angry red pimples dotted her derriere.  Oh, the humiliation!  Nothing to be done for it now....it was time to go.  Past the barrier, down the long, stony, winding path to the beach.  

We spotted David and Carol in the distance and made our way towards them, passing smooth, tanned bodies, semi-engorged penises, flaccid penises, wrinkled scrota, enormous breasts, tiny breasts, muscled torsos, sagging bellies, dimpled rumps....were there faces to be seen? If there were, we didn't notice them. Everywhere we looked, fleshly torsos assailed us.  

After an eternity, we arrived at our companions' blanket. To our amazement, 'plump' Carol was a goddess...a magnificent creature...her body bronzed golden...her shape, the stuff of a master's painting. She wasn't at all uncomfortable in her skin; completely at ease, she reclined on her elbows, legs askew. We didn't know where to look!  Meet her eyes...and his.  Don't look 'there'. Wherever we turned there were sights that jarred. "They are just bodies," I found myself thinking. "Relax," said David, noticing my discomfort, "Nobody cares, nobody stares!"  He motioned to Carol and they both stood up and made their way through the soft, brown sand to the water, Carol looking just as wonderful from behind.  Every man and woman within sight turned, and all eyes followed her as she glided to the water's edge.  "Right! Nobody cares, nobody stares," snorted Shelley.  We removed our towels discreetly and regarded each other's skinny, light chocolate-and-white frames...no voluptuous curves met our eyes. Counting to three, we raced for the cover of deep water.