My ex went ballistic. He said he wasn't going to have his girlfriend stripping naked, then opening her legs for complete strangers and showing them her pussy. I was really a bit upset with the way he spoke to me, and realised straight away that our relationship was unlikely to last much longer.

The next Saturday, I went over to spend the afternoon at my boyfriend's flat. I was still living with my parents. They thought we were going shopping for the afternoon, not that we intended lunch alone, followed by wine, followed by fucking (I honestly think my parents still thought I was a virgin).

Once the food was cooking, we realised we didn't have any wine. My boyfriend offered to go out and get some, while I sat and watched a soap on TV. Just after he left, his cell phone rang. I picked it up.

On the display, the caller was shown as, "Jane." Who the fuck was Jane? My heart beating faster, I pushed the answer button. "Hello," I said.

I was met by silence, then the call disconnected. Now I was worried. His computer was on. I searched for and found a folder called, "Jane."

Now I got the shock of my life. There were pictures of her nude. There were pictures of him nude. There were pictures of the two of them fucking. Most hypocritically, she was obviously a stripper. There were pictures of her on stage, completely nude except for stockings and high heels, with her legs really, I mean really, wide open. Her legs were obviously as wide open as she could get them. I reckon she must have been really supple; she had her legs so far open.

Now I was seething with anger. Pay back time, I thought. I got Richard's card out of my purse. I wanted to be nude in front of him as soon as possible, hopefully that afternoon. In fact I knew I had to fuck him (I did give him the chance a while later while I was modeling nude for him - with my legs open, of course. He wouldn't fuck me. Loyal to his wife). It felt to me that fucking a near stranger was an even better way of getting my own back than showing off my naked body (we do sometimes think a bit strange when we're angry).

Disaster! Voice mail! I left a message, but just knew I had to find a way to strip naked in front of strangers, and preferably find one to fuck me as well. And as soon as possible.

Nudist beaches. I'd thought about them before, being a little exhibitionist. But that was in my early - days, my exhibitionist tendencies were still to fully mature (like my breasts!). But now I knew was the time. It was time to go beyond showing men my panties. It was time to get naked and show them my pussy.

I opened up a web browser and did a search on nudist beaches. I soon found one not that far away that was really isolated, and even had a reputation for people fucking there, and dogging (didn't know what that was then), not just nude sunbathing.

Before I left, I left two pictures displaying on the monitor. One of Jane with her legs wide open in the strip - joint, the other of the two of them fucking in the bedroom. I left the doors open and the monitor carefully angled, so that any neighbours from the apartment block that walked past could see what a cunt he was.

I drove out, parked up and walked to the nudist beach. It was a long walk, and I had to cross over some pretty rough terrain both inland and over other stretches of beach till I got there. Luckily, I'd printed out the route from a website.

It was pretty obvious I was there, when I started seeing nude men in amongst the dunes I crossed to reach the beach itself. It was quite an eye opener, for a still fairly innocent girl (though that was to change very quickly, in fact within a few minutes). There were only three women on the beach. They were all nude. I reckon the youngest was about fifty. There was dozens of men, mostly nude, though not all.

What shocked me was the amount of obvious homosexuals on the beach. There was a group of four in a circle jerking each other off. One all male coupling involved one of them giving the other head. And finally there was a twink (I didn't know that term either in those days) being fucked in the ass by a much older man. The others were just lieing or walking around, and looked up with interest as I walked across the dunes and onto the beach. Quite a few heads turned to watch me pass. It was obvious why, judging by my competition, with the other women in their fifties and sixties. I was in a very short mini skirt, pretty, eighteen years old, though I know I looked fifteen or sixteen then.