"Ozzie the Naturalist"

Dawn broke over the distant horizon as I lay peacefully on the bed under a white sheet, my quilt cover barely covering my right foot. My writing journal placed beside me, the open page spread with doodles of love hearts circling the words "Sami".

I'd fallen asleep on my lonesome, thinking of my beau, holidaying on some Mediterranean beach. Nature's alarm clock was starting provide light on my face as it slowly drifted above the water in the distance.

My eyes opened, I thought about getting drapes but who would want to live like a modern day vampire the rising sun was such a beautiful sight to wake up to. I rolled, stretched, yawned and sat up grabbing the white linen sheet to cover my chest. I stood up and walked to the balcony, placing my hands on the rail I looked at the splendour of such an energy rising above the surface of the water in the distance.

I began to feel the heat on my naked skin, the silent surroundings giving peace to think about nothings. The last of the sun drifted above the water, full sun looking straight at my naked body I stood and soaked up its warmth.

My left index finger tapped on the wooden rail as I began to plan my morning, I didn’t have to be anywhere in particular. There was no club calling for girls like vultures to feed on the wallets of the fat wealthy clients. Photography wasn’t interesting me, I turned my bum resting against the railing, and I noticed my open writing journal.

I had a thirst for pencilling my thoughts and emotions. I stared almost trance like at the open journal on the bed as I ticked off the list of options in my head. I settled on stretching out on a beach with my journal perhaps. I knew of many nice secluded beaches, being the exhibitionist I am I realised id never been to a naturalist beach. I'd been to the nude beaches at the "adult theme parks" as I called them but not a naturalist beach.

What could I expect some rampant orgy like party perhaps, a quiet game in the water with someone special, who could resist me I thought? I was selling the idea to myself well, so I scooped up my journal and pencil. I placed them in my bag along with tan lotion and a few other necessities. I searched for my red bikini, wrapped my favourite sarong around my hips and slipped into my flip flops. I grabbed my bag, placed my sunglasses on and headed down the stairs off in search of a naturalist beach.

I arrived at what seemed like an appropriate destination, I was greeted by a large sign outlining the rules. I love to write, but hardly read a book let alone a sign, so I gave it a quick glance and made my way through the vegetation that provided natural seclusion.

I popped my head out of the vegetation to find myself standing on a grassy headland overlooking the beach. The headland was a hive of activity, naked bodies everywhere, People talking, sunbaking but nothing too naughty. I looked around and notice what seemed to be a pond with a water feature in the centre.

I strutted over slipped of my sarong and laid it down on the grass close to a nice chick that was lying on a sun bed reading a book. I dropped my bag slipped off my bikini and sat down on my sarong. I pulled my journal out of my bag and pencil. I opened my journal and lay down on my tummy. I ran my pencil through my hair playfully. I was thinking about my journal topic, "How to earn a living as a dancer".

I was deep in thought, a subject I new well but where to start always the hardest part. Suddenly "Hi Ozzie, my name is Cassie", lol the small tattoo of my name on my bum is a dead give away.
"Hi Cassie", I said I was thinking wow this didn’t take long; I am so irresistible I thought. "Did you read the sign honey" she said. "Most of it, I replied "then why haven't you taken your flip flops off", said Cassie. I removed my flip flops apologetically, which brought a quiet thank you. Cassie returned to her book, I looked back at my journal.

I tapped my pencil on the writing pad; my face had a quizzical look as I tilted my head up. I scanned the area surrounding me. I couldn’t see anyone hiding amongst the vegetation. The beach behind me was relatively empty. There was no rampant orgy, no one walking away with that glint in there eye, people were relaxing, reading a book, enjoying a normal conversation; no one was concerned about my nakedness. I couldn’t feel the lustful stare, no one was paying any attention to me, and I felt like an ornamental object.

I returned to my journal. I focused, the ideas flowed. The serenity helped me regain my creative flare, lying naked on the head land near the pond. The sun reflecting of the tanning lotion, Cassie beside me was still reading. I smiled as I continued to write, about “how to earn a living as a dancer”.