My Worst Nudist Experience

Firstly I feel like I should state that I absolutely love being a nudist. I'm always naked at home, and since about 4 years ago, I've started taking to the nudist beaches. I love the feeling of the sun on my skin, the cool breeze and generally just feeling comfortable. It's been a wonderful experience. Except for this one time... Couple of years ago, Corralejo Beach, Fuerteventura. I stayed at the Olivia hotel, situated right on the beach, which I thought was awesome and the was the main reason for booking a holiday here. The beach was HUGE! The part right outside the hotel was largely textile with the rare nudist. Still being fairly new to nudism and having only been to only 2 beaches previously (Benalnatura, which is 100% nudist, and Maspalomas, which has rather defined areas for nudists) I decided to walk further up the beach to find an area that was a bit more nudist orientated (I was still a bit worried that textiles would not appreciate seeing nudists in their area). The further up I got I did start to see the occasional nudist walking the beach or pop their head out of the stone wind breakers (man made circle of stones to protect you from the wind, and prying eyes)(they don't call it "the windy island" for nothing), but still a few textiles about. I eventually came to the end of the beach where the naturist hotel is located, having not found a clearly defined nudist area I figured it was probably best to just settle somewhere nearby. The beach wasn't very populated at this end of the beach, in fact, other than the occasional person poping out from the stone wind breakers, I couldn't see anyone. I decided to just grab an empty stone wind breaker, put my headphones in and relax. After a few hours someone approached the front of the wind breaker, (the part that was sealed off) looked over and said "hello". It was a man, tanned skin, Spanish accent, fully clothed, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. I figured he may have been lost, wanted to know the time or had something to ask me, so I replied "hello?". He started to make idle chit chat, "do you speak English?" "where are you from?" "have you been here before?" etc. I'm quite a shy, reserved person and didn't really give much away other than one word answers, waiting for him to make his point, but he kept going. He then asked if I was free to talk. I kinda just wanted him to go away, but being the polite person that I am, I said "yeh, sure". He then walked around the back of the wind breaker(where the entrance was). I was not expecting him to actually come in! He kneeled down beside me and said "do you want to come over there and join me in my shelter?" "NO! I'm quite comfortable here, thanks!" I said. Without warning, he then reached in and grabbed my penis! Shocked, I quickly knocked his hand away. He shrugged and said "I try" then walked off. I wasn't sure how to process what had just happened. It took a good 10 minuets before I was able to get up and head back to the hotel, but I was still shaking. You hear about this thing happening to other people(not specifically related to nudism) but you never expect it to happen to you. I did tell my work colleagues about it after it happened, its actually become a bit of a joke in the office now, but its quite a serious situation and I just felt like I should share it. Honestly, I hope no one has to experience a situation like this and hope that this serves as a helpful reminder to just be careful out there, nude or not. If you're going somewhere alone, be sure you can be seen. If you're approached by a stranger and you feel uneasy, go with your instincts, walk away or politely ask them to leave. Again, I love the nudist life, I'm not going to let one pervert ruin that. I'm just going to be a bit more vigilant and careful with who I trust in the future. Thanks for reading. Adam