Maybe it’s just me, but whenever I see an American girl going topless or nudist it strikes me in a way a French or Swedish teen doesn’t provoke. I grew up knowing that Europeans enjoyed communal nudist recreation, all ages and genders happily mixing it up naked, but it was certainly not the norm in America. Imagine knowing that that girl in seventh grade who sat alluringly next to you in geography would that afternoon be at the public lake wearing nothing more than hair-clips It just wasn’t a possibility for my generation.
Much later in my life near Red Rock on Stinson Beach in California I saw my first “teen nudist,” a girl of perhaps fifteen frolicking in the chilly surf with her boyfriend, also nude. I was mesmerized. Walking around the low cliffs at low tide I found the designated nude beach (from which they’d apparently wandered) and was struck by the vision of about a hundred nudists, all seemingly young, engaged in every natural way one associates with teens, but they were all naked. You could see the cliques and cabals, the posturing boys, the frisbee tossers and sunbathers, like a beach anywhere except no one wore anything. I mustered the courage to join them. There was an immediate psychic transformation—being absolutely naked in front of that many people had a tingling effect. It was highly arousing, though I didn’t get an erection but rather a nice sustained “fullness.” It felt a little naughty, and extremely exciting, though I’m sure I’m not what one would call an exhibitionist. Maybe it’s just a sensual experience.
While it didn’t happen in seventh grade, I now know what it means to be able to fully appreciate the female form without the hindrance of courtship (after all, that is what happens here). Instead of it being unimaginable, it’s fully realizable, and on most any nudist beach anywhere. That girl from seventh grade moved on long ago and no doubt substantially changed shape and form. But her echo lives on in all those young girls filling nudist beaches around the world, the only price of your admission to the spectacle being a willingness to free yourself from the shackles of textiles. If I see a French girl on a nudist beach in Europe it doesn’t have quite the same effect, though it’s no less exciting. Let’s just say it’s different. (Nudist Previews)
The Nude Review "American Teens & Nudism"