Life is too short to not stop and take off your clothes with strangers once in a while.

Her black lacy bra lay at her soft delicate feet.

Her olive skin shimmered in the moon light, as she stood there...
Lips pouting cupping her breasts with a towel.

She was amazingly sensual, touch was completely unnecessary.
I stood in awe for a moment.

We'd just talked and agreed to meet at the small beach.
Her bare skin a detail my subconscious forced me to disregard, to avoid crashing my car in a daydream.

She walked towards me, hips gliding, almost like she was dancing. I was mesmerized.

"Hi."

I was overcome by nervousness. And yet, I managed not to stammer out a greeting. Well, almost.

"H-Hi. How are you?"

Her deep brown eyes were staring into mine, with the slightest hint of shyness. They were caring, soft, understanding... beautiful. They spoke tomes about her. Behind them, I saw she was sad. I could see the deep sadness behind her gaze, and it saddened me to discover it. We're all damaged, I suppose. And, no amount of outer or inner beauty can save us from it.

"I'm good. Definitely not drunk enough to be standing here naked."

I chuckled.

"I'm not drunk enough to handle you standing there naked, if it makes you feel any better."

Her broad smile gave me the confidence I needed, and I stepped closer. She took my hand and we walked over to a small bench next to the oddly placed beach. I heard splashing and laughter, and saw other scantily clad people dancing around in the water.

I kicked the gravel surrounding the bench. The rocks clicked and clacked like marbles.

"This is a pretty weird beach. I don't think I've ever seen it before."

She played with her long brown hair as she talked.
"Yeah... People walk their dogs here, but it's public property. It's called dog beach."

She reached out her arm, and her towel threatened to fall from her otherwise bare chest.
"That over there is private property. But, I've snuck onto there too."

"Quite the rebel, aren't you?" I smiled.

"I try."

We were then joined by the rowdy group of people from the water.
Their shivering salt-water covered bodies coursing with alcohol and nicotine.

There was something they had that I was jealous of. Not once before had I ever stood naked on a random beach, or anywhere.
The freedom to do something like that, stray away from good judgement or rules. Just do something, and quit thinking.

My lifetime up until that point had been throughly weighted decisions, calculated actions and logic. I never felt at peace with who I was, and could never let go of what people might be thinking of me. I was never able to just let go of everything.

The nearby streetlamp cast an orange glow out over the beach, the coastline in the distance glimmered with the same hue of orange. I stared off out into the coast. The lights painted themselves across the water, shimmering as it moved.

"I've never actually skinny dipped before..." I said, with a bit a shame.

Surprise.

"Well, then you have to." Said her friend with a cigarette in between her lips.
"I'm not going to encourage another guy to get naked, but you probably should."

I looked into her eyes.

Standing there, with the girl I adore and people I've never met before. On a public beach, in summertime.

"You know, what... Fuck it. Why not?"

It was a question I could've answered a hundred ways. (Why not? I'll tell you! Wait! Listen!)
My inner voice was yelling at me to make up something. Some reason to escape the situation.

But, I wasn't ready to defeat myself again. I walked down onto the cold wet sand, and started to remove my clothing.

"I'm definitely not drunk enough for this." I muttered half for her, and half for myself.

And we stood there, in a circle in the water. Clutching our bodies tightly, trying to keep as warm and covered as possible.
It was satisfying. With no regret, I stood there. Such an event might seem insignificant, but it wasn't for me.

Life is to short too not stop and take off your clothes with strangers once in a while.