When the forecast showed a week of wall to wall sunshine(rare in the UK), I made plans to visit my favourite naturist beach. Living faraway from the coast, it takes a couple of hours to make the trip and on manyoccasions, I've arrived at the beach only to find that the forecast was wrongand a grey mist and brisk breeze prevented any form of the type of exposure Ilike.
But this time, the forecasters were right and I parked underclear blue skies and a blazing sun. It takes a good half an hour to get to thenaturist section but the moment I pass the signs warning the public they arenow in a section of the beach where they are likely to see naked bodies, I'mout of my clothes in a trice.
Walking across the vast expanse of sand without worryingabout prying eyes is a beautiful, liberating, freeing experience and confirmsmy love of naturism. I picked a spot about 100 yards from the sea, close, butnot too close, to others happy to lie in the sun naked. I always bring a smalltent and a wind break, which I quickly set up. The tent allows for some lunchwithout too much sand and also provides a semi secure place for leaving myvaluables if I go for a swim.
With some factor 15 applied to every part of my body, Iwalked across the warm sand to the water's edge and strolled along the beachlooking for interesting shells and revelling in my freedom. I must have walkedabout half a mile from my spot when I became aware of a couple walking alongthe beach towards me. They were both dressed, but they must have known this wasthe nude section so it didn't bother me and I continued towards them.
I must confess that I have some exhibitionist tendencies andif some clothed people were going to see me naked, then I was more than happy tobe on view. I have a good sized penis, which is a decent length and also nicelythick and it has attracted plenty of compliments on previous visits to thebeach -- mainly from other guys. I like to shave my balls clean and keep mypubes in check, trimming away that out of control tangle of fuzz, ensuring thatthe hair left reveals the full length of my cock. In the warmth of the sun, Iknew I made a good sight as my member swung like a pendulum to the sway of mywalk.
Our paths crossed and I said; `a lovely day for it!' with awarm smile.
They stopped as well, looking a little awkward but being ohso British, they felt they had to return the pleasantries. Yes, aren't welucky?' said her husband -- a fellow around the same age as me (mid 50's,reasonably trim, about the same 5'11'' in height). Do you come to this beachregularly?' I asked his wife, who so far seemed intent on scanning the distanthorizon.
Not really' she said. we're doing the coastal path walkand our guidebook did say that we might encounter people like you. But wedidn't take it too seriously until now'.
What do you mean people like me'' I replied with a laugh.`You make it sound like I've come from outer space'. As I looked at herproperly, I saw beyond the rather tired face and scrappy greying hair and couldsee that she was a handsome woman with kind eyes and a lovely smile.
She had the good grace to blush, saying `I'm sorry, I didn'tmean any offence but I really didn't expect to come face to face with a starknaked man when I set out this morning'.
Well, I presume you saw your husband emerge from his showertoday' I teased, adding or does he bathe in a swim suit?'
She laughed, saying no of course not' and after a pause addedand if I saw YOU emerging from my shower looking like that, I might not havecome on this walk'.
Her husband opened and closed his mouth several times butnothing came out as he tried to express his surprise. Eventually `PATRICIA,honestly!' was the best he could muster and our shared laughter broke theawkwardness of the moment.
If you have never tried naturism, this is the best beach togive it a go and once you have felt the sensation of sun and a warm breeze onyour naked body, you'll wonder what took you so long' I said. It's no big dealfor me and I always wonder why the Brits get so hung up about naked bodies. I'mdelighted you like what you see!'
Patricia replied, saying `well, I actually think it's awonderfully liberating thing to see and I envy your confidence. I'd be worriedwe'd bump in to someone we know -- that would just be too awkward for words'
Well if they were also naked, what's the problem? Icountered. And anyway, who cares -- life is far too short. By the way, I'mJohn'.
They returned the introduction as if we were at a localdrinks party; `Bob, my husband and as you just learnt, I'm Pat. I only getcalled Patricia when I'm in trouble!'
`Very pleased to meet you' I replied and we shook hands.
It made Pat laugh. `Honestly, that is the funniest thing --all the old school courtesies of shaking hands yet here we are on a naked beachtalking to a nude man. Perhaps the etiquette should be to shake something else'she joked.
I was warming to her delightful flirting and the commentbrought another loud and shocked PATRICIA' from Bob, adding really, I don'tknow what's got in to you'.
`Well, I'm of a firmly open mind and if you wish tointroduce me to your preferred method of greeting a naturist, then I'm happy toplay along' I told her with a wink and a smile.
`Marvellous' said Pat and without hesitation, reached out anelegant hand, took hold of my penis and moved it up and down as if shaking ahand. Well, of course being touched by a clothed stranger, in front of herhusband, in the open air with nowhere to hide meant that I was quickly veryhard.
`Oh dear, that seems to have quite an effect on me' I saidlooking down and pulling back my foreskin to properly expose a now very swollenpurple helmet.
`I have to say, dear John, that you have an absolutelymarvellous cock and I'm delighted it appears so pleased to see me. Don't youthink so Bob -- surely as a man you can appreciate what John is showing us?'
Her rather cut glass accent suggested she had been welleducated and my guess was she was probably a solicitor or maybe a GP. Hearingher say `cock' with such elan, made me silently laugh and she was clearly theboss in this relationship.
Bob was once again doing his silent fish routine, beforeblustering `well, yes -- I suppose it's a pretty impressive specimen' his eyesfirmly focussed on my raging hard on.
Don't be rude Bob' said Pat. I've said hello so it's onlypolite that you do the same -- come on, give it a shake hello' and she burst outlaughing. Not a raucous, dirty laugh but rather a gentle, teasing, tumblingsort of chuckle. She was clearly enjoying herself and it was obvious she wasembracing the moment.
To a distant observer, we were just three people engaged inconversation. But if they were closer and looked in to Bob's eyes, they wouldhave immediately seen a look of utter lust. I thought to myself `hello, old Bobhas some fantasies going on here' and I was happy to explore them.
Really, no. That would be so wrong. So, so wrong' Bobstammered but then reached out a tentative hand, took hold of my penis andknocked off a globule of pre-cum in the process. It left a silvery trail thatconnected him to me until Pat took hold of his hand and licked the stickyliquid with a slow and sensuous tongue. Mmm, not only does he look delicious,he tastes it too.'
`The truth is, John, my husband and I agree that we are stuck in a bit of a rut and thisholiday was planned in order to try and find the spontaneity we used to have.Back in the day, we didn't think twice of going for a skinny dip or having someal fresco sex with the thrill of being caught. But all that's a long time agoand we've grown old. I miss it and seeing you like this reminds me of what Iwant to be again' she trailed off wistfully.
My tent is over there' I said in a thick voice. Why don'tyou come and sit with me for a bit?'
Pat didn't need a second invitation and the three of us weresoon striding over the sand to my little encampment. I unzipped the door andPat climbed in first, followed by Bob and they turned to face me as I kneltdown in the doorway, facing them. Her face was flushed with excitement anddesire, while Bob simply looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
From the outside, any passer-by could only see my back andeven most of that was hidden by my windbreak. I leant back on my haunches andgave myself a slow few strokes, delighting in displaying my arousal to myclothed friends.
Pat reached out her hand and took over. She rather expertlywanked my shaft, while cupping my balls in her other hand, commenting on mylack of hair.
`Oh John, you are so darned sexy and I love that fact yougroom yourself so carefully. God, I'm feeling so hot and I hope you'll forgiveme for being so forward'.
I could see that Bob's quick-dry hiking shorts had a largedamp patch in his crutch and a bulge betrayed that he too was feeling hot. Ireached out to touch his excitement saying `Come on Bob, don't be shy, whydon't you join me and Pat can have her way with both of us'.
Splendid' said Pat, as if I had asked her to play a hand atBridge. Come on Bob, let's find that fun we've been looking for'. She took herhand off my balls and tugged at her husband's belt before unzipping his fly andpulling out a pretty impressive looking cock.
Bob was clearly hugely aroused and his circumsized bell endwas dark crimson, so swollen from the engorged blood coursing around his body.He was a little smaller than me and certainly a little thinner in girth, but ahandsome looking cock none the less.
Pat tugged at his t. shirt and as that came over his head,he slipped off his shorts and the tent now had two naked man. Two naked andfully aroused men parading in front of fully clothed Pat.
Bob shuffled next to me in order to face Pat and she reachedout to hold both of us, her eyes transfixed on our cocks as she stroked themwith a slow and deliberate hand. She told us to face each other and as weshuffled round, she pushed me on the small of my back, urging me closer so thatmy body pressed against that of her husbands. Our erections touched and Bobgrunted a moan of pleasure as he felt my hardness come in to contact with his.
Pat, now with a look of utter animal lust, used her twohands to envelop our two cocks as one. As she slid up and down our shafts, ourtwo cock heads rubbed together and she used her thumb to wipe of the excessesof pre cum oozing from both of us. She swirled it around our cocks, giving ourheads a shiny gloss as our fluids mingled and that act only brought forth morestreams of excitement.
Pat lowered her head and quickly took both cocks in hermouth at the same time. She devoured us with gusto and then lifted her head tokiss Bob. She wanted him to taste not only himself but me and judging by hiseager response, he was loving it. She returned to our cocks and after a short,intense suck it was my turn to be kissed. I love that taste of myself and mytongue entwined with hers as I sampled the salty sweetness of cock.
As we kissed, I felt a hand on my hard on, swiftly followedby the enveloping softness of an eager mouth. Blimey, Bob had given in to hislust and was hard at work giving me a really lovely licking. Pat and I stoppedto watch and her cheeks were ablaze with colour, betraying how hot and hornyshe was. She knelt down to join him and I watched as two sets of lips set aboutsliding up and down my shaft in unison. They took it in turns to take my tip intheir mouths and kissed it together, swirling my pre-cum across their tonguesand lips.
I knew I wouldn't last long and when I came, it was spurtafter spurt that splattered across Bob's face, across Pat's face and hair,dripping from her eye lids and coating her nose. Bob moved across to kiss heragain, savouring the taste of my cum and mingling it with her saliva. He lickedher face clean and they kissed again, sticky strands of white stretching fromtheir lips and dripping on to their bodies.
Pat turned to Bob and cleaned him up in the same way,licking off my cum until the last drops had been removed from his face. Shethen turned to me and kissed me hard, so I could taste myself and devour my ownseed. As we did, Bob half stood and started wanking his cock like a piston on asteam train. He was absolutely pummelling his knob and I could see it was closeto my face.
It didn't take him long either and this time, it was my turnto wear the cum as he shot his load all over my face. I thought Pat would becleaning that up too, so I was surprised when Bob's tongue licked off his ownseed and then deposited it in my still eager mouth. It was so erotic to bekissing this cum filled man and exchanging our most intimate of fluids as if wehad been doing it all our lives.
Both he and I were spent and when the kiss finally stopped,we flopped together on to the groundsheet as our firm erections gave way tosemi hardness. Pat was the only one still dressed and she took us both in,saying `Well, well, well. Amazing, Incredible. Beautiful -- God, I could do thatall again'.
Why don't you give up on your walk, spend the day with meand we can' I said. But first, I need to clean up and Pat, if you are stayingon this beach, you need to get naked and stay naked throughout. Who's comingfor a swim?
I emerged from the tent, followed by Bob and a couple ofminutes later a very trim, pert and slightly nervous naked Pat who let the suntouch her small pointy tits, caress a still shapely arse and warm the small butnicely trimmed triangle of soft blonde hair above her pussy lips for the firsttime. We held hands and strolled to the sea together and I knew that myafternoon would be full of more excitement as I got to taste, touch and feelall of her in the fullest throws of lust.
But that's for my next story.