Jessie felt her heart beating in her chest. Her mouth felt dry, and her tongue felt clammy.
Here goes, she thought. She reached back, untied the string of her bikini top, took it off, dropped it on top of her towel.
She looked around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her. No more attention than usual, that was. She was young and fit and beautiful.
With the first step completed, Jessie reached down to her bikini bottoms. She untied one string, then the second. With a deep breath, she pusher her bottoms off her butt, down her thighs, and to her feet. She stepped out of them, and set them next to her top.
She looked around again.
One part of her couldn't believe she was doing this. She believed in stretching boundaries, in trying new things, but this was daring even for her.
She was naked. In broad daylight, on a beach filled with people. Naked. Not wearing a bikini, not wearing a beach-wrap, not wearing a sarong, not even wearing shoes. Not wearing anything. Not jewelry, not even a watch.
Naked.
Admittedly, this was a nude beach just outside city limits, on the other side of the city from her college, but still, this was a huge step.
Jessie sat down on her blanket. She looked around again. Everyone on this beach was as naked as she was, of course, and that was some help.
She let out a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding. As the minutes passed, and she starting getting used to being naked in a "public" place, she started to relax.
Besides, she thought after a few minutes, with a certain amount of vanity, she had nothing to be ashamed of.
Jessie was slender and athletic. Her breasts weren't big, but they weren't tiny, either, being nicely-shaped C-cups. Her stomach was flat, her legs lightly toned and muscular. She had dark brown hair to her collar, in a shaggy, sexy style, green eyes, and pouty lips. Maybe not the best body on the beach, but right up there. One of the three or four best.
After getting used to being naked, Jessie decided to: