It’s no secret that when I publish stories about my naked life I use the name ‘Sara’ rather than my real name because of my job. I am a teacher at a secondary school in Wales, and being found discussing my regular nakedness online by a bunch of hormonal teenaged boys from my class would probably not end well. So much as I would love to be able to use my real name and post photos everywhere (it turns out I’m a bit of an exhibitionist as well as a naturist) that is probably not a good idea right now, and so I am stuck behind this pseudonym. Still, it could be worse. At least I still get to be naked wherever and whenever possible without anyone who knows me through work accidentally stumbling across me.

Except…

Early last summer I went on holiday with a few friends to Fuerteventura in the Canary Islands. Two guys and three girls sharing an apartment, all of us very comfortable with nudity although only two of the others are quite as obsessed with getting naked as I am. I met Mark at a naturist event in Cornwall a few years ago, and Priya was doing body painting on a beach when I took Mark there one day. Lynn and Em went through teacher training with me, and although only Em went on to actually teach we all stayed in touch, and Tom is Lynn’s boyfriend. I can’t remember exactly how I persuaded them to join me on a trip to the beach, but the five of us clicked immediately and we have done things together ever since.

I think it was the second day of our trip to Fuerteventura that it happened. Em and Lynn had stayed at the resort to try out the spa, Tom went into town, and Mark, Priya, and I headed to the beach to get naked. We grabbed our towels, packed several bottles of sun cream, put sandwiches and drinks in a bag, and wearing as little as possible we headed down to the nearest nude beach… which on that island is never far away.

We chose a spot away from anyone noisy but still in a fairly well populated area, put down our towels and stripped off. We unpacked books and drinks, and then Priya glanced up at the sun, down at me, and asked me if I had put enough sun screen on that morning.

If you knew me you would know that this is a very sensible thing to check. Mark can tan under a lightbulb in winter and although he does use sunscreen he claims never to have burned even as a kid. Priya has Indian heritage and is pretty much resilient to anything the sun can throw at her. But at the start of the season I am so white that if I am lying on a sunny beach they can probably see me from space. My reflection is a hazard to shipping, and I should probably notify the local airport in case someone mistakes me for a landing beacon. Okay so I am exaggerating a little but you get the idea. Sunscreen is important to me. I had put some on that morning already, but another layer could not hurt.

I grabbed the bottle and started trying to spray it on my back, but Priya took it from me and after squirting a load into her hand she started to rub it into my back and arse. With her other hand she tossed the bottle to Mark, and he started dealing with everything else. Yes, we have this kind of friendship – you should be so lucky.

So of course it was just as Priya was rubbing cream into my arse and Mark was doing the same to my right boob that I heard “Sara? Hi Sara! Didn’t know you were coming here. How are you?”

Because of course standing right in front of me was the headmaster from my school and his family. Yes, my freaking HEADMASTER and his WIFE and TWO TEENAGE BOYS who go to my school. I mean what the hell are the odds!?!? Meeting someone from school was always the one naked nightmare scenario, because how could this possibly end well? I was naked, they had seen me, and how could this not end in an HR interview!?!?

It took me a few seconds to extract myself from under the hands of Mark and Priya and a few more to realise that covering up was not only far too late but also pointless because my headmaster and his family were all naked too. I remember stammering something vaguely intelligible before pulling myself together and introducing everyone, and then eventually it all started to make a little more sense. It turned out that they had discovered nude beaches shortly after getting married, and the boys had been brought up seeing nudity as being just as normal as school uniform. They had been coming to that part of Fuerteventura for a few years, but also went to an inland club not far from the school where we work when the weather was warm enough. They also mentioned that one of the History teachers went to that club as well, and when they said who it was I would never in a million years have guessed that it would have been her! I didn’t know her well, and she always seemed very ‘proper’ and quiet, but apparently she was really into naked karaoke! Without thinking I said that this was something I had to see for myself, and before I knew it they had invited me along to an event there that would be taking place a few weeks later.

We sat on the beach for a few minutes chatting, and then they said they’d not impose on our holiday any more and leave us to it. And with that they headed off a bit further down the beach.

I stared after them for a moment in complete disbelief that the whole situation had even happened, before being brought back to the moment by Mark rubbing suncream onto the other boob. I grabbed the bottle back from him and completed the job myself, because with those two teenage boys around I didn’t want him deciding to head any lower and rub cream into anywhere else, if you know what I mean.

We saw them several more times over the rest of the week, sometimes naked on the beach, and sometimes around town. If you have read any of my other posts you will know I’m usually pretty confident when I am naked and nothing much fazes me, but something about this one kept niggling at me. I was not particularly worried about any official fallout from the headmaster’s office or the leadership team as he had been just as naked as me. No, the thing that concerned me was what the boys might say to their friends when they got back. Would any of them look at me the same way again? And would I be able to work with them?

I need not have worried. When I went back to school in September the only real immediate difference was that the head would wave and say hello a bit more than he had before. The two boys were the same, with a more positive “Morning, Miss” when they saw me, but as far as I could tell they never told anyone of the time they met their art teacher naked on the beach with two people’s hands all over her. There was no fallout, and no trip to HR. My nightmare scenario had turned out to be no nightmare after all.

And the history teacher? I went along to the club for the event, and sure enough she was there. I had assumed that the headmaster would have warned her I was coming, but apparently he wanted me to get some idea of what I had looked like when they found me on the beach, and so the double-take when she recognised me without my school clothes on was indeed something to behold. So I bought her a drink, and then danced in front of her as she belted out some track I had never heard before from the karaoke station. And that was when I found out she has a voice that honestly sounds professionally trained. She is good!

So my take-away from this situation is that your nightmare naked scenario might not turn out to be that much of a nightmare after all, and sometimes you end up partying naked with your boss and all is well! Live a little, enjoy yourself, and get naked whenever you can!