(_|_) Fun in Retirement – Back to the Beach [MFFF] [Group]

It’s been a while since I last posted any details of my fun at the retirement village, but here goes another one. There are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.

I’m a 72 year old retired widower now living in a retirement village and having the time of my life with friends (especially with some of the women). What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to.

In a previous post ([Off to the Beach](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7vepra/fun_in_retirement_part_2_off_to_the_beach_mff/)) I explained about our first group trip to the nudist beach. The basic story is I went with four women in their 70s to a nudist beach. With some trepidation we all eventually got ourselves naked and swam and sat around in the beach together.

The next “Supper Club” lunch we had together a few days after the beach trip was, well, interesting. It was the first time we were all together and there was some reservations. Glenda broke the ice asking how we all pulled up after the beach morning. Di said she felt all embarrassed with everyone there. Kath said it was something she had also wanted to do when she was younger but never got a chance while she was bringing up her family. Claire had never thought that she would have the chance to go again. Apparently she had been to a topless beach a few times on a holiday when she was in Europe when she was in her 40s. We knew Glenda hadn’t done it before, but she did say she loved the feeling. I told all hadn’t been to a nude beach before but when I was first married I have swum naked with my wife before we had children a few times in lakes and rivers on our travels.

“Will we go again?” asked Glenda.

We looked at each other with some very subtle questioning nods as we looked at each other’s responses. No one said “No.”.

“What’s the weather like the next few days?” was Glenda’s next question on the assumption that no “Nos” must mean “Yes”.

The next day was a bit cool and overcast. Same the following day, but a few days ahead the forecast was looking good. Fine and clear with a forecast temperature in the high 20s from memory.

Some planning was done. Kath was elected as driver again because we all fit in her car. A lot less gear was needed though. A few drinks and snacks were planned along with Di’s two shelters, sunscreen and hats.

The day arrived, we met up and headed off back to the beach. Walking along the beach, we crossed to rocky head into the second bay which is the nudist beach and we were in luck for the second time. It was empty. This was half expected because it was around 9:00 in the morning when we got there. What nudist in their right mind would head out this early on a week day. The wonders of being retired.

We got up the far end and set up the two little shelters a lot faster than last time.

“Last on in’s a rotten egg!” called Glenda.

With that she pulled her light summer dress off over her head. Cheeky woman hadn’t been wearing any knickers. Just a bra. She dropped the dress on the sand beside her, un-clipped her bra, dropped it on her dress, and headed straight off to the water. I think she likes the beach.

Claire, Kath and I follower Glenda’s lead by undressing quickly and leaving little piles of our clothes near the shelters.

“Hurry up Di.” was Kath’s parting words as the three of us headed to the water.

Poor Di is still uncomfortable and waited for the rest of us to be well into the water before she disrobed and came in to join us. Unlike last time where we all met out in neck deep water, we now gathered in water that was barely up to my crotch. The small waves were just high enough to submerge my penis, but the troughs between the waves left me “high and dry” so to speak. We were all feeling more confident with our nudity. We were also looking at each other more too. I had plenty to look at.

Wading out deeper some of us went for short swims. I enjoyed swimming in the salt water, the extra buoyancy feels good and makes the swimming just that little easier. It’s much better than the retirement village chlorinated pool which stings my eyes immediately.

After our swim and chat we went back up and sat on our towels drying off in the sun. We were all sitting in a line facing out to the sea. Di and Glenda were talking (as usual) and the remainder of us were just sitting taking the sun, sand and view in.

“We haven’t seen you here before.” was the first any of us knew that we didn’t have the beach to ourselves. We all spun our heads around in shock/horror/fright. Just a few yards away was a younger couple. By younger I mean younger than us. I guess they were in their early 60s. Not really “younger” by most peoples standards. They were 100% naked. 100% tanned. And a 100% lacking in any body hair too. There was some quick covering up of boobs and crotches with hands by some of the ladies as they turned away back towards the sea.

“It’s a nice morning for it isn’t it?” he asked.

“Lovely.” replied Kath who was closest to them.

“I’m Jim and this is my partner Rosalyne. This your first time here?”

“Second.” was Kath’s mono-word reply.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” said Rosalyne “We love to see newcomers to our beach. We live just up behind the dunes over there.” pointing a little way down the beach. “We come here all the time. Almost live here.”

The five of us remained seated on our towels while Jim and Rosalyne told us all about how great is is getting back to nature and how the world would be a better place if everyone did it. How they had travelled the world visiting naturalist resorts for the last 40 years. How they had no children. How they were free spirits. Could they talk. Their favourite subject was “Jim and Rosalynne” and they especially loved talking about their favourite subject.

Not content with talking to us from behind they walked around in front of us while continuing to talk. We learned that the beach had opened to nudists back in 1975 when it was a long way out of the suburbs. And how with the suburbs moving outwards all of the time there was pressure in the local council to close the beach to nudists. Make it “family friendly”.

They stood in front of us for a while while delivering their diatribe. We didn’t need to talk. Well, we actually couldn’t talk. Couldn’t get a word in edgeways. We were hoping that they would move on, but no. They got even more comfortable. They squatted down and knelt on the sand in front of us. Not in a nice demure way. No. Knees spread so we could see all. And I mean all. Jim had a piercing through the end of his penis with a a gold ring. Rosalyne had a few piercings with rings through her pussy.

We’d met “the” pair of extroverted nudists.

We got handy hints like we should not stay out in the sun too long at first and slowly develop our tans like they had. Great, so we could tan up like them and look like wrinkled old saddle leather if we worked at it. Also it was suggested that we at least trim, if not completely shave off, all body hair. Because that is apparently important when you are a naturalist.

Eventually they decided that they had inflicted themselves on us for long enough and moved off down the beach about 200 yards and went swimming. As they were walking away I noticed that they had absolutely nothing with them. Not even a towel. Probably walked naked from their back door down to the beach.

One useful thing we did get from Rosalyn was every Thursday they go to baby sit their two nephews. This was something to remember!

With them gone we all had another dip and retired back into the sun shades to slowly dry off in the shade. I ended up in one with Di (for no particular reason other than that’s where we had thrown our gear when the shelters were first put up) and the other three ladies were in the other shelter. The shelters had been setup facing each other so we could chat. I loved it like this. Three naked women in front of me. And one beside me. Could it get any better?

It didn’t take long for the conversation to get to Jim and Rosalyn. Well, more about them being both completely shaved and their body piercings. The general census what the shaving was only to show off more, and the piercings were the same but even more so. We pretty much all agreed that the piercings were not something any of us wanted to do. However, some thought that a bit of a general trim of the short’n’curlies would be OK.

One of the great thing about going out with a group of women is you are guaranteed that there will be no shortage of food. Glenda had brought along some cake she’d recently baked. It was in her bag which was in the back of the shelter. The shelters are pretty low so she was on her hands and knees rummaging in the bag getting the cake and plates. All this time she had her rear facing Di and me. It was a very explicit view too.

Di called out to Glenda “Good God woman. Hurry up. You’ll give Ray a heart attack.”

“I’m hurrying. I’m hurrying.” Glenda called back.

“No need to hurry. I’m fine waiting. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m happy.” I answered.

The cake or plates must have been quite recalcitrant. It took a while. I got quite a view. As women get older the pubic hair gets thinner and greys so it’s much more see through. So Di and I got to see a lot of Glenda’s pussy. I don’t know how much she knew she was showing. I have a feeling she wasn’t aware that so much pussy was on show, she probably thought it was just her bum being on show. But I may be wrong and she was well aware of exactly what she was doing. I did also see that Claire and Kath were also aware of Glenda’s show too.

Eventually, to my great displeasure, she completed the cake setting, turned back around and handed them out. Even this was a pleasure as she stepped over to Di and me with plates in hand and bent down to give them to us. Now I had nice boobs hanging in front of me. I can see why Glenda had initially wanted to do this nude beach thing – she’s a natural.

“Is that enough?” Glenda asked me.

“I could always go for more.” was my answer. “And the cake was nice too.”

“Calm down there. I think you’ve seen enough old man.” Di interjected and gave me a small slap on my thigh.

“I’ll be the judge of that thanks lady.”

“Why do men look at women? What are you thinking?” Kath asked.

“They can’t help themselves. It’s like breathing.” Claire answered.

“But we’re old now. It’s not as though we’re pretty young things anymore.” Kath said.

“You don’t need to be young. Being women is what it’s about.” I told Kath. “That’s what really counts. Pretty and sexy is so much in the eye of the beholder.”

“You can’t think we’re sexy?” Kath asked.

“Sure do. You’re all sexy. And to [miss quote Oscar Wilde](https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/oscar_wilde_128481) *There’s only one thing worse than being looked at. And that’s not being looked at.*” That got a laugh. Although Claire had to explain it to Di along with who Oscar Wilde was.

“I’ll never understand men.” Kath said. “You’re happy looking at these old things?” as she lifted her boobs up and bounce them in her hands.

“Yes.”

“And this too?” as she spread her legs a little so I could see a little of her pussy.

“NO Kath.” cried out Di.

“I’m trying to understand men.” she said with a smile. “Strange creatures. Entertained by simple things.”

“I wouldn’t call that simple.”

“Stop it Kath. You’ll embarrass him. You’re embarrassing me.” Di said.

“He’s a big boy now. It won’t kill him.” Claire said.

“Some of us saw how big he is last time we were here.” said Kath.

“Kath. Stop it out now!” Di was getting worked up.

“What did you see last time?” asked Glenda.

“Little Ray stand to attention.” said Kath.

“And nobody thought to tell me.” replied Glenda.

“It was when we were packing up last time. You and Di were already walking back.” said Claire.

“Well thank-you. I thought we were friends.” Glenda sarcastically responded.

With that Kath, Glenda and Claire started to look at each other. They were planning. Conniving. Without a word they devised their plan.

The three of them looked at me. Not so much as generally looked, but looked right at my man hood.

“It won’t.” Glenda said.

“Give it time.” Claire said. “He needs some incentive.”

Claire had been lying down, propped up on her elbows. She sat up and crossed one leg under her and raised her other knee high so her foot was flat on her towel.

It’s hard to look when you know you’re being watched.

Glenda and Kath were watching on. Both were sitting up with their knees together to one side all very modestly.

All eyes were on me. Di was looking back and forth between me and the three others. I was now under pressure. What should I do? Try and resist or let it happen.

Glenda pulled out the guns too. She sat back with straight arms and her hands on her towel, raised her knees and spread her legs very wide. I could see everything. Nice pussy lips and her clitoris under her hood.

“You too Kath.” said Glenda.

And Kath assumed the same position.

It amazes me how each pussy all looked so different.

My decision had been made for me. But I wasn’t upset about that. I was liking the attention. It was more than I’d ever had before in my life. I laid back on my elbows and straightened my legs which were somewhat spread and pointing towards Kath and Glenda. It was quite quick and I was hard. Hard as a rock.

“Mission accomplished ladies.” said Glenda.

Di, who was still sitting beside me, was silent. She was staring at me. Her silence was broken with “That’s only the second one like that I’ve see in my life.”

Glenda imitated an army general barking out “Mission accomplished Maam! All men present and accounted for. Well done women. Diiiissssss-miiiiisssssed.”

With that they sat up, looked at each other with a victorious look, and started on their cake. Poor Di didn’t though. She was in shock. Just sitting there. “How. No what… I can’t believe…” was what she eventually came out with.

“Oh. It’s just a cock Di.” said Kath. “Seen one you’ve seen them all. Every man’s got one.”

And that got them started. The three of them opposite me started talking about all the cocks they had seen in their lives. Comparing how many each has seen. How big was the biggest; and the smallest. The thickest. The hairiest. The first, The last. They then settled that Kath was wrong, and in life you should see and experience more than just one.

Di listened in silence. She’s lead a sheltered life. All this was getting a little overwhelming for her.

Glenda looked at Di. She could see she was getting upset, got up and came over to our shelter and indicated for me to move over so she could sit next to Di. “Hey hey Di. Don’t worry. We were just having a little fun.” she said as she put her arm around her.

“I know. I’m just an old fuddy-duddy. I’ve never… It’s not what I’m used to. I don’t know what to do”. She said.

Glenda tightened her hug with Di and said “Don’t worry. It’s all just in fun. We should have it now while we still can.”

Di sat in silence with Glenda still hugging her. Then Di dropped the line of the day “Do you know your bosom is pressed up against mine?” She lifted her head and had a huge smile. We all laughed; all five of us. I haven’t laughed so well in a long time. Life is good! Being with good friends is wonderful.

Glenda returned to her shelter. I moved back to where I had been, and Di relaxed and lay back on her elbows beside me. She looked back at my now not so erect cock and said all matter of fact “All gone.” I don’t know whether she was disappointed or relieve.

We had a little to drink and returned to the water for a last dip before heading back for lunch. The shelters were packed. I got to see plenty of naked bums as the women were bending down packing things.

As a group we walked down the length of the beach to the rocky head where the nudist beach finishes and got dressed. Well, dressed is a little of an over statement. We put on the least we could get away with. For fun we all agreed that there would be no underwear on the trip back to the village.

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