A trip to the (nudist) beach [FM]

With a short lull between conventions, uni finished, and life at home being decidedly boring, earlier this week I found myself browsing some of Craigslist’s more “interesting” areas for the first time in ages – I wasn’t really expecting to find anything and wasn’t motivated enough to post myself, but I figured there are worse ways of spending half an hour or so with nothing better to do.

Amongst all of the usual affair, one advert stood out and caught my eye – a man looking for someone to accompany him to a nudist beach. This isn’t something I’d ever even really thought about before, but my exhibitionist curiosity was piqued and so I found myself sending a message. I quickly received a response, and after some e-mail back and forth we moved our conversation to another online app. Frankly, we hit it off straight away – he was intelligent, polite and funny, and as a guy in his late-40s his penchant for younger girls matched my interest in older men. We talked extensively and eventually made arrangements to meet on the next sunny day to head to the beach he knew of, only to find the day we were hoping for good weather turned out to be rather less sunny that hoped – thankfully, the next day turned out to be good weather, so the plan was on.

Under the auspices of visiting a friend, I woke up early, showered and changed – into a simple flowery summer dress, under which I wore my ageing but acceptable two-piece bikini. Grabbing a small bag I headed out of the door, drove to the station, and after a short wait climbed aboard the train for a couple of hours, with a change somewhere in the middle, until I reached my destination.

At the station I quickly spotted my new friend and the rather garish car he was borrowing for the day (he was more of a biker normally, so needed a car for transport) – as per his pictures, he was a about average height, stocky, sporting a brown beard offset by his shaved head and wearing shades alongside a simple loose shirt and some shorts and sandals. He waved to me upon seeing me, and I headed over to chat a little before he asked if I still wanted to hit the beach before inviting me to hop in the car.

The drive to the mainstay of the beach didn’t take long, but he warned there was a longish walk down the shore ahead. While he remained fully clothed, I decided to dispense with my dress here, leaving it in his car so I could enjoy the sun in just my bikini and flat shoes (which he suggested I keep on for now as there were some rocky sections to our walk). In contrast, he had a reasonably large bag which he pulled from the boot to bring with us, which he produced after a smattering of compliments about my body in my direction which I lapped up.

As he’d suggested, the walk to the nudist part of the beach was long – it took us well over half an hour, during which time we talked a lot but also endured some moments of awkward silence where conversation tailed off, while my own thoughts would occasionally jolt forward into racing about the fact that I’d soon be getting completely naked in public. When we finally got to the right area (he’d been a few times before so knew the way), I was both disappointed and relived to find nobody about – he asked if I wanted to stick with my bikini for now until I got comfortable, and I agreed, taking off just my shoes to enjoy the sand between my toes while he dispensed with sandals and shirt, taking them all and showing them into the bag he was carrying.

We walked a little further – my heart racing, my head shouting at me to get on with it, until I eventually gave in and stopped him. “I think I’m ready” I told him, and without hesitation untied my bikini top and let it fall forward into my hands. I handed it to him while he complimented my breasts, and while he added the bikini top to his bag I hooked my hands into the waistband of my bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down my legs before stepping out of them. He was grinning by the time I handed them to him, drinking in my body with his eyes while showering me with more compliments as he put the bottom half of my bikini away.

“My turn now” he said, handing me the bag and quickly dispensing with his shorts – with nothing underneath, his slightly hardening cock sprang into view, framed by a cock ring that he’d told me in advance he was planning to wear, which piqued my curiosity as a first for me. Now there was an awkward pause as to how to respond now we were both here naked on the beach, before he invited me to keep walking and check out the rest of the area.

I was still nervous but exhilarated as we walked on, and when we finally came across some other people I had to remind myself not to instinctively cover my body up with my hands and “act natural”. After meeting one middle-aged looking couple who warmly greeted us with a good morning, we then happened upon a gay couple who brazenly propositioned my friend only to be turned down politely but sternly by him in a way which made me giggle uncontrollably for a while once we got out of earshot. Overall, we must only have seen a dozen or so people as we walked – a number of couples, but also a few single men who were more brazen in looking my naked body up or down, giving me a thrill as I imagined what they might be thinking of as they checked me out.

Eventually we found ourselves alone again, and I couldn’t help but notice the guy was semi-erect again as he stole glances at me. Just as I was taking this in, he pointed, asking “Want to go over there? It has some really secluded spots out of sight”. I knew what that meant, and couldn’t help but sound hasty in my eager “Okay!” response. We walked some more, in the direction he’d indicated, clambering over a small sand dune only to find more beyond, effectively hiding the area from view unless someone else had the same idea we did.

After walking a little further, he stopped and set down his bag from his shoulder, rummaging around and producing a very large blanket which he carefully laid upon the sand. Smoothing it out as best he could, he invited me to come and lay down – sitting on the towel and making myself comfortable, he soon sat himself down next to me, and in no time at all his tongue was pressing between my lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. I kissed back, feeling his hand on me, swiftly tracing down my body and parting my legs. His fingers soon found my wetness, exploring my lips before rubbing my clit as I moaned into his mouth. He alternated between pleasuring my clit and slipping one or two fingers inside me for a while, before breaking our kiss and scooting straight down to get his head between my legs as he whispered an apology: “Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do this all week”. Spreading my legs wider, I giggled as his beard tickled my thighs for a while, before I got used to it and instead focused on the careful, methodical licking and sucking of my clit he’d embarked upon.

In my already aroused state, my first orgasm came quickly (and for me rather quietly, I couldn’t help restraining myself from moaning too loud in the open air), but rather than stop at that point he contended himself with kissing and stroking my legs and thighs until the sensitivity had died down and went straight back to it. Again, he explored my pussy slowly and methodically, seemingly taking in everything about it as he licked and sucked and occasionally rubbed and fingered. This time my arousal built more slowly, but as my breathing got heavier and more moans escaped my lips it spurred him on to lick and suck my clit harder and faster, flickering his tongue over it until I came again, pressing my hips up towards his face as I did so.

As I recovered from that second orgasm, he pulled himself up onto his haunches, and after stroking his now fully erect (and more impressive looking) penis a few times, he moved over to me, leaning forward and making eye contact to confirm my acceptance of what was coming next. I nodded, and after seeing him reach down with one hand soon felt his cock pressing at my entrance. The tip slipped inside me, and after a few movements in and out I felt him slide fully inside me as we both groaned audibly. Pressing himself against me so I could feel his weight atop me, and he started with infrequent hard and deep thrusts inside me, enjoying my audible gasps into his ear as he did so. Soon he switched from this into a more rhythmic fucking, his cock filling me perfectly as it slid easily in and out of my wetness, slowing down and stopping occasionally so as not to overstimulate himself before resuming again. I wondered if someone might find us, imagining someone coming over the dunes to see my body under this much older man while his cock pushed in and out of me so readily. Holding my legs up to entice him deeper into me, I was more and more turned on and couldn’t help moaning at this point as I was lost in a sea of sex and fantasies.

I was snapped out of this moment when he stopped, pulling out and asking me to turn over. I was ready to flip onto all fours but he asked me to lay down flat, before pushing between my legs. After a bit of repositioning and lifting up my ass, he was inside me again, leaning over and pressing his body against mine again as he resumed fucking me. This position was hitting all of the right spots for both of us, pushing him deep into me and keeping my pussy tight around his cock, and I was soon moaning loudly into the blanket as he fucked me harder. Unfortunately his stimulation outstripped mine, and as I started to feel an orgasm on its way I also felt him speed up before groaning as he throbbed and twitched while he came inside me.

Pulling out breathlessly, he apologised for not double-checking about where he should cum, before returning to his bag to proffer tissues and wet wipes to clean myself up as I rolled over. We sat on the blanket to recover for a while, the breeze feeling odd against my still wet pussy as I sat, and then stood, talking. After a while we both got up, and I helped fold up the blanket and put it back into his bag. After some debate, we also decided to put clothes back on, so I returned to wearing my bikini and he put his shorts on again. So began the long walk back to the car across the beach, interrupted by a sudden expletive from him out of nowhere. “Shit! I brought a little toy along for you but forgot to ask if you wanted to use it!” I told him not to worry, and he retorted that maybe we could still find a way to use it before I head home… an idea that came to fruition as we returned to the car and I slipped on my dress while he put his shirt on.

What should have been a relatively simple trip to the station ended with a detour – down single-track lanes and farm roads into a deserted layby. Parking up, he hopped out of the car and jogged to the boot, opening it up and rummaging through the big back before return with his fist closed. Opening it up, he revealed a small silver bullet vibrator which he handed to me. I suggested I should get into the back, duly scrambling from passenger seat to sprawl over the back seat while I pulled my bikini bottoms down and off for the second time that day.

Turning on the vibrator (with some assistance, as I couldn’t figure it out), I hiked up my dress, put one leg up on the back seat to spread my legs and touched the toy to my pussy. It took a little while to get used to the powerful vibrations from the little toy and find a comfortable way to use it, but eventually got it right and began to sigh with satisfaction as it stimulated my clit. As I built quite quickly towards another orgasm, he joined me on the back seat, sitting across from me and watching intently. After just watching for a while, he moved to pull his cock from his shorts and began stroking his growing erection while taking in the view. We both masturbated for a fair few minutes until I jerked and moaned loudly as I came in the back of his car with the vibrator pressed firmly to my clit.

As I came down from my orgasm he asked if I wanted to help him out – in retrospect he maybe wanted me to take him into my mouth, but without thinking I instead moved over and straddled him on the back seat, taking his erection in my hand and guiding it into me as he groaned from entering me. Once he’d sank fully into me, I soon began to ride him in the cramped car, his hands pushing under my dress to squeeze and massage my ass cheeks, before instead choosing to move to pull down the straps of the dress and untie my bikini. Leaning forward, I encouraged him to suck and bit on my nipples as his hands returned to kneading my ass as I bounced relentlessly on him, feeling sweaty and sticky in the hot car and wishing we’d opened the windows in spite of the noise.

Given the intensity of our fucking, it wasn’t long before he warned me that he was going to cum – I continued to bounce my hips up and down on his dick until I felt the familiar throbbing as he came inside me again with loud groans. After a brief period of recovery, it was time to find the tissues and wet wipes for another round of cleaning up, this time including the back seat of the car thanks to the cum that ran out of me. I also tried to make myself look presentable again, straightening out my dress as I readjusted it after putting my bikini back on. Eventually we were back on the road and then back at the station, saying goodbyes while he made it clear he was really keen to meet again. Maybe, I said, my mind still running through a morning of walking naked on a beach and being fucked there.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6t2omd/a_trip_to_the_nudist_beach_fm