*“Oh come on, I need it! And besides, can’t you see the beauty in all of this?” she asked, gesturing to the general surroundings. The sea was gently murmuring, and the sun was tickling my uncovered skin with its heat.*
*“Hell no, it’s just…”, I briefly paused, making a desperate attempt to gather my thoughts, but my cheeks blushed even more. “I don’t know, what am I supposed to do?” I concluded, somewhat frustrated.*
*If she was initially half-joking and had a laugh here and there, now she had her smirk, the one that came around every time she thought of some ideas that were usually up to no good.*
*“Oh, you have to do nothing. It’s outside of your control, whether you like or not.”.*
*And as she was saying that, she started removing her white t-shirt, well aware it was the only thing covering her nude breasts.*
(TLDR; fun stuff begins in chapter II.
Don’t mind my writing too much, i am not a native english speaker. anyway, enjoy!)
# Chapter I: The preamble
# _____________________
In hindsight, I should have seen that coming. Like, a long long time ago. I guess I wouldn’t recognise a unicorn pretending to be a rhinoceros, but *who cares*. Besides me, of course.
In my defense, my mind was kinda elsewhere for most of the time. It was my first year of college, and I was dumped by my first girlfriend before I had to leave. Stunning girl indeed, kind of a trophy actually, considering how average I think I am. But her personality wasn’t so endearing, and she *obviously* didn’t even want to try out a long distance relationship: It only took her a few seconds to realise that she could just move on and look for someone else.
Well, fuck her. It’s her fault if I am insecure. Even going to the gym seemed to not help, but I tried my hardest. I might be a normal guy, but damn if I try my best.
Ok, to be clear, there is something different than average: my penis. After I hit puberty I didn’t care that much about it, but apparently it can’t help getting looks in the locker room. Whatever. Now it will be obvious to you that my ex never said anything about it, but again: *whatever*.
I wanted to start anew, and college was my chance. Studying, keep going to the gym (mostly out of spite), keep studying, possibly make some new friends and then study some more. I thought that maybe it was too early to dive into any relationship.
And of all the things that happened in the year, maybe Sophie was the best one. In the beginning we never realized that we shared many classes: all it took was an accidental hit from the elbow and some small talk, and then things took off. Something clicked, and we quickly became close friends.
Sophie was quite beautiful. She usually kept her long chestnut hair grazing her back, she sported a radiant smile, she had nice face lineaments and her tiny figure was always covered by tasteful but baggy clothes. If it was winter she loved wearing big jumpers, if it was summer she always wore some oversized t-shirts or some long dresses. Of course, sometimes she would make some exceptions in her clothing style, and in those occasions you could see for real what she had under all of those billowing clothes. A big but firm butt, one that you would spank just by seeing it, a slim body, and some round breasts that seemed almost out of proportion for her tiny size. She was packing a punch and a very sweet view, but she would hide it most of the time for reasons that I wasn’t aware at the time. Everytime I called her at the door of her room she would always make me wait by saying “Just a minute!”, or she would slightly peek her head out of a small opening, like she was just having a shower and she rushed to answer the door. I simply concluded that she was maybe a bit tardy, and what a fool I was.
But anyway!
Besides that, she was quite amazing. There was some fine tuning between us, more than with the other friends of our circle, and the thing that I liked the most about her was her spontaneity, almost always complemented by that radiant smile of hers. Sometimes though she would show a special smirk, the one that came around every time she thought of some ideas that were usually up to no good. Sometimes she would greet me by saying: “What’s troubling you, handsome? Can I help?” while sporting that smirk and gazing briefly but intently at my fit body. And I, of course, never noticed. OF COURSE I was oblivious.
And of course I liked her! It’s just… I couldn’t bring myself to commit and make the first step. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship, and I still clearly remembered the self-promise I made when starting the school year.
But that didn’t stop me from thinking of her. Especially when I occasionally masturbated, the thought of pounding her to oblivion was mesmerizing to say the least. I could daydream about her bouncing tits for hours… if only I had the time.
Nonetheless, classes and exams quickly passed by, and when finals were at the door Sophie proposed to our group if we would like to pass a week or two in her summer family house, right on the coast.
“It’s not the most spacious of places, but I think that it will suffice for the four of us!”.
Without any reason to refuse, we gladly accepted her offer. After arranging the logistics and lengthily discussing the precise date, we didn’t speak a lot about it since we were more concerned about college matters than anything else.
In the meanwhile I booked the plane tickets, but I was surprised by a late offer. I immediately texted Sophie.
-“Hey”
-“Yah?”
-“i think the airplane company made me an offer i can’t refuse. Do you mind if i drop by a little bit earlier? I don’t have much money to spare lol”
-“Sure! I would have been there a few days prior anyway. I guess u can help me cleaning then! you’ll be finally useful for something once in your life <3”
So, the days went on and that sweet sweet vacation was right upon the corner. I finally got ready, and me and Sophie agreed on heading to the beach as soon as possible.
The flight was a bit long, but in a few hours I was already with her. After I landed around 1.30 PM, she was waiting just outside the gate. And *damn*. She must have gotten tanned in the previous. Her body, usually kinda pale, was ever so slightly darker since I last saw her. She had a pair of shorts that barely covered and contained her but, and a typical broad white t-shirt.
“So, ya ready for the beach?” she said to me, tipping her sunglasses.
“the hell I am!” I answered, showing my swimming boxers under the sweatpants.
# Chapter II: The beach
# _____________________
We jumped on her jeep, and on we went. The roads were very lonely, and we were speeding through the highway. The windshields were lowered while we were chatting a bit, catching up on the things that happened while she was away.
The wind was blowing, making her t-shirt move and shift to the will of the air. We must have been driving for half an hour now, and we were almost there. The weird thing was that it seemed she didn’t bother to prepare a bikini under her clothes: I couldn’t see the strings going around her chest. Hell, it meant she didn’t wear anything under his t-shirt at all.
“Weren’t we supposed to go directly to the beach?” I said, hesitantly.
“Yeah, why?”
“Uh… nothing.”
Maybe I was just being weird about it. Maybe she would have changed later. Well, it didn’t matter: we had just arrived at our parking spot, some minutes away from the beach on foot. We got out, I took my backpack from the back seat and I helped her take the beach umbrella.
It was early in the season and the place was pretty much empty.
However, while getting closer to the sea I didn’t notice, but after a while, after ??? looking carefully at the far and distant people on the beach, I realized that everyone was naked. I could barely see them, but I recognised some pink silhouettes without the usual bright colors of costumes and bikinis.
I immediately stopped walking, *just a bit* frozen in place.
“Sophie…?”
“Yes?” she answered, calmly walking on the sand.
“Are you sure this is the right place?”
“I really think so. Why?”. She then stopped walking, examining the sand and evaluating the distance from the shore. “Yes, this should work. Please, can you plant the beach umb-…”
She then noticed me, semi-petrified (and with the precious umbrella in my hand).
“What’s happening?”
“Sophie… this is a nudist beach.”
I was speaking my words with uncertainty, given how fast my mind was processing informations. But still, at the moment that stupid fucker wasn’t able to understand clearly what was happening. The only reasonable outcome my brain predicted was that Sophie would blush too, excuse herself for the mistake and then run off to a different beach somewhere.
And instead…
“Yep. Apparently it is.”
“And…?”
“…and? And what?” she answered, with one of her smiles.
“What are we doing here?” I exclaimed, blushing a bit more. Now that my brain’s prediction was busted, a new whirlwind of thoughts wasn’t helping to stop a tense boner from rising.
“But I like it here!”
“Oh come on! Really? Can’t we find another beach or something?”
“This beach is just fine!”
“No it’s not.”
“What, are you shy?” she said jokingly.
“No.”
“You have a tiny dick or something?” she added, while her smirk became even more wide.
The thought of showing myself naked made me even more hard.
“…no.”
“Have you ever seen a nude woman?”
“No. WAIT, I MEAN: YES. Yes I did.”
“So what’s the big deal! I’ve seen my fair share of dicks, you’ve seen your fair share of tits. let’s get on with it.”
“I think I cannot.”
“Oh come on, I need it! And besides, can’t you see the beauty in all of this?” she asked, gesturing to the general surroundings. The sea was gently murmuring, and the sun was tickling my uncovered skin with its heat.
“Hell no, it’s just…”, I briefly paused, making a desperate attempt to gather my thoughts, but my cheeks blushed even more, “I don’t know, what am I supposed to do?” I concluded, somewhat frustrated.
If she was initially half-joking and had a laugh here and there, now she had her evil smirk, the one that came around every time she thought of some ideas that were usually up to no good.
“Oh, you have to do nothing. It’s outside of your control, whether you like or not.”.
And as she was saying that, she started removing her white t-shirt, well aware it was the only thing covering her nude breasts.
And I, without even thinking, raised my hand to cover the line of sight to her tits. The shirt, lightly drifting through the air and my peripheral vision, landed on the sand.
“Come on. Stop being a baby, and give me that damned beach umbrella.” she said, marching determined towards me.
I kept firm as she really got close to me, with only my hand shifting slightly to compensate for her movement. Although I didn’t peek, my raging boner was still going strong, and I didn’t think I needed to look down to see if it showed. I just felt the swimming boxers getting extremely tight.
She stopped in front of me, giggling ever so slightly and then gripping the umbrella.
“Besides,” she said, ripping the item from my hand, “if you keep your clothes on, you’ll be the weird one, not me. After all, it’s a goddamn *nudist beach*.”
She got back to the spot she picked, and I lowered my hand. I wasn’t dreaming. I could see her bare back: she had just those small shorts, and that’s it.
I started evaluating my new options as she planted the plastic shaft in the sand.
“*I could run away. I could bury myself in the sand. Yes, that is a good one. Like an ostrich, a very shy ostrich. Oh my god, my boner is starting to hurt, I should…”*
And then my train of thought stopped as she started removing her shorts, slightly leaning forward. I got frozen once more, as the capability to raise my hand got lost definitely.
And at that point, honestly, my brain didn’t really want to block *that* view.
Her wide and firm ass was just the cherry on top, since I could clearly see the pussy lips that she was exposing.
“*Is she doing it on purpose?”*
Probably not.
And since she was showing a bit of her side I could clearly see her big and round breasts, dangling happily from her chest. In a sudden flash, my brain remembered all the times I wondered what they looked like.
But the umbrella was haphazardly placed.
“Hey, can you please fix it? It’s so heavy.” she said as she started rummaging through her bag.
At that moment my brain was not very capable of handling the situation, so the autopilot mode kicked in.
“Yes, sure.” I answered maybe too calmly, walking towards the umbrella and keeping my eyes pointed forward.
But my peripheral vision was still there, and man. What a view. Of course there was no tan line (it made sense if going to the nudist beach was all she did in those days), and she had a certain ease with her body that made me even crazier. She wasn’t constrained at all, like she was the only person alive in the world. Hell, even the thought that it was happening was making me rock hard.
While I quickly fixed the beach umbrella in a secure position, I glanced back at her, even just to make sure that she was naked for real and that I wasn’t dreaming everything. She was sitting criss-cross on the beach towel she laid on the sand, concentrating on the typing of messages on her phone. Her vagina was neatly shaved. And when something on the screen made her laugh, her boobs slightly jiggled.
“So, are you getting naked anytime soon?” she casually asked, without even looking. She seemed very focused on her task at hand.
And in that moment, it dawned on me. My horny but reluctant brain surrendered. All the escape routes were unavailable, and there was nothing else to procrastinate with.
She was right, I had no choice.
“*Ok, let’s start easy.*”
I slowly started to remove my t-shirt. As I said before, I often hit the gym, and on the rare occasions I manage to show my body, I always get a clear reaction. She whistled jokingly, looking at my sculpted pecs and abs with a side eye.
“Come on macho man, halfway through.”
I sighed and put my hands on the swim boxers, ready to remove them and the sweatpants. But as I looked down, I finally noticed the tent my dick set up. It was obvious, and rather big, but it was too late. I quickly turned around, slightly embarrassed, to avoid showing her the full package.
When I finally lowered my swimwear, I felt the wind tickling my fully raised cock. It must have been at least 7.5 inch long, at least according to the first and last time I measured it when I was a teenager.
Well, it didn’t matter. Even if apparently she was quite un-impressed by nudity, *I personally* didn’t want to start our first day together by flailing around my erect meat cylinder.
And then, I had a brilliant idea. Sophie started to say something, but I spoke slightly first, interrupting her.
“I think I’m going to dive in for a sec” I said, walking swiftly to the sea.
“Oh… go ahead! I have to finish a thing here real quick.”
# Chapter III: Rising tension
# _______________________
When my feet reached the wet sand I started running, diving in and hoping that the water was cold enough to get rid of my erection. And indeed it was! I swam a bit to not seem weird, waiting for my cock to deflate. Then I mustered all the courage remaining in my body: I had to walk right towards Sophie, with nothing to hide behind. I looked back at her, right when she put down the phone and she started rummaging in her bag again. She still had a clear eye shot, but better than nothing.
I first started walking slowly out of the water, before hastily marching on the sand to get my beach towel. I gazed briefly at her, seeing that she was applying some sort of sunscreen on her body.
As I wrapped myself in the safety of the towel to dry, Sophie started touching her breasts to apply the sunblocker. Seemingly out of proportions, her boobs were quite too big for her hands, so she started to gently fondle them. The fingers were massaging over the nipples over and over again with smooth movements, arousing them.
“*Oh. my. god. Here we go again.”*
Even though I just came out of the water with a more than respectful softie, that entitled bastard started growing again, rapidly, under the towel.
She chuckled when she saw me standing there, extremely still. I abruptly woke up from the hypnotization, wondering for how long I must have been looking at her.
I was about to turn around to break eye contact when she called me.
“Wait, Brian! Before sitting, can you help me get some sunscreen on my back?”
I was back in autopilot mode again. It was just *too much*.
“Sure.” I said, maybe too faintly. I got closer to her, and she took her time to lay flat on her beach towel. She then closed her eyes, after passing me the sunscreen bottle.
I hesitantly dropped my towel on the sand, and started squeezing the sunblock on my hands. After getting a handful I started massaging her back, while my dick and my brain were going crazy.
Since I was resting on my knees with her body in the middle, and my cock was again fully erect, I knew too well that there was no way she couldn’t see it. If she opened her eyes, its tip would be more or less a feet away from her face.
But her eyelids, at the moment, were not opened. As my strong hands were getting lower, she moaned ever so slightly. Maybe not in a sexual way, but I stopped nonetheless for the briefest moment, making sure I heard what I heard.
*“I am going crazy.”* I told myself as I started massaging again.
“Brian…”
“yeah?”
“Can you also get the sides? I just want to be thorough.”
I obliged, running my fingers on the side of her body starting a little lower from her armpits.
Her tits, being quite big, were spilling from under her body. I had no choice but to touch her sideboobs ever so slightly. Even though it wasn’t much, they were as soft as I imagined every time I saw them.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if my cock got even harder.
But I was finally getting finished when she started speaking:
“Oh, and by the way…”
“What?”
“There is nothing more normal than having an erection. I see them quite often around here.”
“Yeah?”
“I swear. It’s just a bodily reaction. And I think *you* really have nothing to worry about.”
As she said in the last sentence, although I wasn’t paying a lot of attention, I swear I saw her eyes opened for a split second. Her face was sporting her usual smirk, maybe sarcastically, maybe not.
“*Oh, fuck you. Are you having fun playing this game with me?”*
I made sure my hands were clean, and then quickly got up before laying face down on the beach towel, next to her. My fully erect dick had a hard time fitting between the sand and my body, so I put it facing downward.
I was trying to get relaxed to get rid of the erection when Sophie spoke again. “And you? Are you not getting some sunscreen?”
“Nah. Too lazy. Plus, I’m starting to get real cozy in here.”
Let’s say it was a half truth, because I was a little bit afraid of what could happen if she touched me.
“Oh come on.” she said, while getting straight up. “Trust me. You really don’t want to get sunburned on your first day.”
“Oook. Fine. Then… you can start by getting my back, so you can pay back my service”.
She shrugged. “Fair enough.”
“*Oh shit. she actually accepted.*
*Wait. What did I expect??”*
The same procedure started all over again, but with the parts inverted. I felt her knees touching my hips, and she started applying the sunblock.
While getting my back massaged there was no way to get rid of my erection. Once again, I just hoped she didn’t notice too much.
But then, very quickly, something happened. She was now getting towards my butt, and I thought she was finished. There was a brief pause of silence as I felt one of her knees lifting. And as I heard her getting some more sunscreen on her hand, I slightly opened my eyes to see what was happening.
Her creamed hand reached down between my legs, and started stroking slowly but firmly my rock hard dick. The coldness of the liquid made the sensation even more intense, as quick waves of pleasure ran through my body. Her hands ran up and down the shaft for a few times, indulging ever so slightly on the tip. But before I could even comprehend what was happening, she was done and getting away.
“You are all good now.” she said, smirking.
“Wait, did you…?”
“Yeah. Don’t be surprised, I just saved you from the embarrassment of stroking yourself in front of me, since you are so prudish. After all It’s just a piece of meat, right?”
I pushed myself up, totally silent.
She was kinda right, tho.
As I sat on the towel, utterly shocked, I watched her go back to her spot, laying down once again.
I remained in that position for a few seconds, my mind going blank from time to time thinking to what just happened. At that point I looked down to my cock, still rock hard and gently swaying to the rhythm of my breathing. There it was, the entitled bastard, momentarily pleased by the event but already wanting more.
There was a bit of white sunscreen that wasn’t spread, right under the tip.
“*Well, if I want to be thorough too…*”
I quickly checked what Sophie was doing. She was laying face down, again on her phone, so I took my chance. I started stroking myself, trying to be silent as possible.
Being so horny for so long made it feel very good, but I had to stop. As I finished applying the sunscreen, I looked at her butt. My mind wandered in a parallel dimension where I just got up, put my dick in her pussy and prone-boned her until I made her scream of pleasure.
But that vision faded, quickly as it came, as I stopped moving my hand on my cock. Reluctantly, I took the sunscreen bottle and tried my best to protect my skin from those nasty rays of sun.
Because she was right.
*I really didn’t want to get sunburnt.*
After all of that, really, the afternoon passed quickly. She was relaxing and doing her thing while I tried to distract myself from what happened earlier.
As we got close to sunset, Sophie notified me that next morning she would have to pick up her aunt’s husband at the airport. Her relative couldn’t get him because she was out of town, but they lived as a couple in the downtown area of the closest city, not too far from the summer house we were staying in.
*“Fair enough”*, I thought.
Maybe it would have been a good moment to jerk off without suspicion.
And maybe I was getting crazy, but I slowly felt more and more relaxed in my body as time passed by. When we headed back, I didn’t feel the need to compulsively cover myself. But sadly, once I did, I got more and more comfortable in the clothes I was wearing.
On the opposite side, Sophie groaned when she had to wear back the shorts and the t-shirt she brought.
“Must be painful for a nudist?” I said after briefly checking her while packing up. My stupid brain was afraid it could have been the last time I’d see her naked.
She stared at me with a questioning look.
“I mean…” I blurted out. “…does it pain you so much to wear clothes?”
“Oh,” she chuckled. “Kinda, but not by a lot. I just do what’s necessary. At least baggy is better.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kr3ms5/she_brought_me_to_the_nudist_beach_and_i_wasnt
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