The story behind my profile picture

Let me tell you, France in July can be very hot, especially in the south. I was camping with my wife and two children and we were really suffering. Under the tent canvass the temperature was getting unbearable. We were camping in the pine forests, known as Les Landes, that run all the way down the south west coast just behind the dunes and the vast beaches which face out onto the Atlantic.

These beaches are favourites with naturists, people who just prefer to be without clothes. But they are not designated as naturist beaches. It is more a matter of do what you want and nobody minds. So, some people keep their clothes on and some strip off. Vive la difference.

On this day I had an opportunity to go to the beach on my own, because my wife was taking the children to some family activities organised by the campsite. Whenever I am left on my own, it does not take long for me to start thinking about having a wank, and when you are walking along a beach in which there are so many nude couples, it was not surprising that I felt a need to have a relaxing time stroking my cock.

As I walked along the water’s edge, to my left the Atlantic waves rolled in one after the other continuously crashing down in chaotic white foam and to my right I might be looking straight into the open legs of a young woman with a shaved mound and her labia just peeking between the line  of her vulva. Or it might be a larger mature woman with big breasts sprawled on her lounger, with an unshaved pussy pointing in my direction. To her side might be her daughter, maybe aged 15, with tiny puffy breasts and a clear triangle of hair on her mound, trying to read a book and oblivious to my interest in her budding sexuality. Of course, there are plenty of older couples, where both have wrinkled, leathery skin from too much time spent in the sun, the women with sagging breasts and the men with flacid dicks and hanging balls.

I love the variety of bodies. The variations in the female anatomy are a source of endless fascination. Take nipples for example. Some nipples barely rise above the curve of a wide areola on an ample breast, whereas others, on smaller breasts, are hard and long, standing proud with almost no surrounding areola. And cunts or vulvas, what a variety there are of them too. Some you can hardly see because they are so low down between the woman’s legs, while some are up front, visible and prominent with maybe the possibility of a glimpse of a clit showing between the folds.

Observing so much variety among the women made me horny, so I headed up the beach and climbed between two dunes, the soft white sand running between my toes. The dunes had spiky grass usually on the top and on the land side, with lots of paths running between them and over them. I chose a discreet spot and began to pull on my dick which was already swollen in the heat. With the image of so many women on my mind I was soon hard, and I began stroking my cock lazily and slowly. I am uncircumcised, so when I masturbate, my foreskin rolls and back and forth across my glans My hand rarely touches the sensitive crown of my cock, unless I want to tease myself with gentle fingers squeezing the pink round helmet. I normally wank with my thumb over the top of the shaft of my cock and two fingers below, then shifting to my whole fist pumping my cock. I start slowly and then get into a steady rhythm with occasional brief pauses before speeding-up towards a climax.

Because I had become absorbed in myself and my own pleasure. I had not seen that a couple of young women had passed near to me, still fully clothed and heading for the beach. They would have had a fine view of my hard penis being pleasured by own hand. I think they tried to pass by discreetly, but one of them could not resist a giggle as they disappeared behind a neighbouring dune. This brought me out of my masturbatory trance and I stood up, still erect and close to  reaching a satisfying climax.

I saw that the two women were setting up their beach encampment just below on the firm sand and they were constantly looking back in my direction and laughing to each other. They were not shocked, but they were definitely interested, so I thought why not present them with a gift, the sight of my erect penis. They were only a few feet away, and as I stood there boldly displaying my erection, they beckoned to me. Well, I didn’t need any second invitation. I descended from my dune and presented myself to the brunette with long auburn hair. She sat forward on her fold-up camp chair and with abroad smile on her face said, in English, ‘What a surprise. Let me look at this fine specimen. Can I touch it?’

‘Of course,’ I said, looking forward to a woman’s touch on my cock.

She held my cock gently and with an expertise that clearly came from some considerable experience she quickly brought me to a climax. I was surprised how quickly this had happened. Suddenly my cum splattered onto the sand, and I was standing there starting to feel mildly embarrassed. The other woman said, sarcastically I thought,

‘Thank you for the show! Can we offer you a drink?’

‘You certainly can,’ I replied. She pulled out a beer from her cool box and handed it to me, as I sat down on the sand. I learned that they had not long arrived, having driven through France the day before. I also discovered that they lived quite near me in England, so we exchanged phone numbers.

‘Maybe we can do this again’, the girl with the auburn hair said.

‘What a great idea’ I replied.

When I returned to our campsite I had images rushing through my head of the women seeing me wanking, and inviting me over, then bringing me to a rapid climax, but I kept these images to myself and didn’t say a word to my wife about what had happened. She never knew about my adventure in the dunes, but I have never forgotten the incident. It was definitely a once in a lifetime experience.