I love our beach, particularly the naturist end, I get there as often as I can in the summer. It is a mile long mostly backed by low scrub and high cliffs, access is from one end only so pretty much secluded at the naked end. I take whatever may be needed as it is a long return hike for any needs, including protection from the sun as there is no shade to be had. I wear my favourite revealing mesh briefs and take a sky blue ‘Speedo’ which leaves little to the imagination. The town end is families, barbecues, kids splashing about and a kiosk selling food. I dump my shorts and briefs and don the speedos, the cockring and p.a. ring give a nice bulge and a firm grip on the bunch. A senior lady notes my change, takes a good look at the outcome and purses her lips. Does she fancy some? I spot a trio of teen girls, topless, climbing the beach wet from a swim, minimal tits and pubes, happy from a daring skinny dip, I guess. Various clothed sunbathers, a huge guy naked, laid out like a stranded whale.
On past the ‘Naturist Area’ notice, a pair of pretty topless girls spread face down on their towels, titties out of view. Each has a perfect bikini tan line on her shapely bottom. I smile as I pass, without response. I see many familiar faces. A guy from the pool in a folding chair under a sunshade. He responds to a greeting, his legs are firmly crossed over his bits. We’ve had fun together in the pool showers. ‘Up for one?’ ’Nar, not here, too public for me’. There’s a lady of some years on her back, legs wide to the sun. Her labias spread by a couple of cotton buds, the golden rays penetrating her inner slit. ‘Nice one?’ She smiles and gives a thumb up. Who says the oldies aren’t up for it? Several couples sunning themselves, bare titties and bums but blokes clothed. Weird! I shed my speedos and press on, released from his cage cock starts to leak motivated by the swinging p.a. ring.
Along the way I spot a pair of knees just showing over the bushes. I veer closer, note the movement, an arse humping between the legs, really going for it. I avoid intruding, As I pass by I get the unmistakable whimpers, squeaks and gasps of a girl going over the top in ecstasy. Good for them. Then, a couple of lads very close together on a mat. One is a slender blond lad who I have seen about before, I think he works in the hotel. Neat athletic build, longish slightly curly hair, small studs in his nipples, a very presentable plump cock and no pubic whiskers. We have spoken previously so I drift over to chat. His hand is behind the other guy, I can guess where his finger may be. I’m dripping quite well now, he eyes my half hard hanging dick, I give it a stroke. ‘Needs some attention’ He smiles, ‘See you later’.
Reaching an area of spines of rock running down the shore I set up my sunshade, lay down and squeezed some juice from my leaky cock having a gentle edgy stroke in the shade. It is belting hot, I dozed for a bit with the wash of the sea a few yards away. Time for a swim. Having had a bad experience with jelly fish I put the trunks on, don’t want their wicked little stings on the genitals, thank you. Swam out to the little island and back, laid naked in the shallow wash of the gentle waves, hot sun and the water lapping my cock and balls to and fro. I suspect a shrimp is raiding my bum. Hunger calls me back to my mat, sandwiches, fruit and tinny.
A couple of 20’s girls approached holding hands, unusual as this end is largely gay guys. One, amazingly, sporting a full body swim suit cladding her from neck to elbow to knee. Maybe she has delicate skin? Her pal, however, wore a minute string thong, the tiny triangle barely covered her slit. A little tattoo, no whiskers in view. Mr cock stood to attention and began to levitate unaided. As they passed I had an epic view of a gorgeous pair of well separated buns with each stride giving a glimpse of the butt string crossing her anal pucker. I gave a little wave and got a smile and a giggle. Mr Cock had made his thoughts very visible. I set to work on him, in no time the white nectar spayed over my tummy and chest. Food and sex made me sleepy so took a little nap. On waking I sensed a nearby movement, the cum had dried on me, the sun lowering now. Along the beach Blondie was headed back with another guy, his neat butt half covered by a slinky little brief which looked a bit lacy. On my tummy was a business card : ‘Talented Brother and Sister massage team offer sensational erotic experience in idilic premises’ The artwork suggested a veritable garden of eden! Mr C, despite being well used, gave a little twitch. Should I ring the number?
So now back along the beach and home, a half mile naked walk with Mr C hanging and swinging. Passing a fit young guy with an ample bulge with his head fighting the trunks waistband. Touched Mr C, gave a pointed look and a fist salute, a smile in response. On a good day there are so many horny folks of all sorts here. Wonderful! Getting to the ‘decent’ end I put C back in his fabric cage, already slightly oozing. He would have thorough exercise later. Back next week!
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