“I don’t understand!” I said “Is it like… a nudist beach?”
“No!” Sabrina laughed “It’s legal to be nude here anywhere near the water”.
“So…” I was still not sure this was a good idea “… it’s NOT a nudist beach, then?”
“Heaven´s sake, Lara! It’s a regular beach. You can be naked. No one will arrest you. How hard is it to understand?”
She sounded exhausted. But for the life of me, I don’t know why! Why would I go to a regular beach and be naked? Excuse me, if I do find that very hard to understand.
“Sabrina, will other people be naked there, or will it just be the two of us?”
“It’s deserted, love. We’ll likely be the ONLY two people there at all”.
“Ok, but if there is more people, they would be…”
At this point she gave up and dragged me out of the house.
For two weeks, we traveled around Spain being nothing other than proper christian young women. We saw museums, went on hikes, talked to locals, did some shopping, ate wonderful food. It felt like a proper send off to our college years and a welcome into the adult life.
And then we arrived at Mallorca.
The beautiful island south of Spain is (as islands usually have a tendency to be) surrounded by incredible beaches on all sides. I’d call it a Paradise, but there must be something in the water here… because since we arrived, Sabrina (my best friend since we were toddlers, and a modest woman all her life) seems to be much less into the Christ and much more into the Sin. I swear it: if Mallorca was the Garden of Eden, Sabrina would be eating that apple on all three courses plus dessert.
So dragged out the door I go and to one of the most empty beaches around the island.
I’m unsure about this whole ordeal, to say the least.
Unsure about this rumour Sabrina heard on it being legal to just be naked anywhere near water.
Unsure that we will actually find a deserted beach in Spain during the summer.
Unsure that (even if we do find it!) it would be a good ideia to strip naked under the sun just because.
Sabrina, on the other hand, is oozing confidence.
But we did want this trip to be an adventure, and there is no adventure if you don’t… well… venture.
I’m not sure if I’m pretty.
But I am very sure I am not that comfortable with my body.
We get to the beach and while it is deserted (thank the Lord) I still have a hard time undressing. I’m mean… shirt and skirt get off just fine. But the bikini I had underneath takes me a few minutes to muster the courage to undress.
Sabrina is my polar oposite. She didn’t even have a bikini underneath. She came here to be nude and nude she is.
She is my cousin and I am sure we have seen each other naked before, though for the life of me I can’t remember a single instance right now. But it must have happened! Surely! When we were small children at least.
Sabrina is beautiful.
She has very luscious curves that should be very common in latinas, but not on petite white girls from California. I try not to stare cause who wants to be a creep in a nude beach, right? But she has really heavy breasts and tiny pink nipples that make me feel inadequate. My boobs are much smaller than hers and my nipples are quite large. I feel like hiding them with my arms and hands. Hell, I feel like hiding them back in the bikini.
Sabrina also made sure to wax through and through. Besides her head and eyebrows, the woman does not have a single hair on her body to tell the tale of what happened to the others. Her vagina specially! The thing has been waxed like she planned this trip and prepared for it.
And who knows? Maybe she did.
I didn’t. So I still have my unruly dark mound down there. Thanks to genetic, I don’t have a lot of hair in those areas, or the bush would make me blush and shy away even harder. But it’s bad enough as it is.
So we lay there, on the towels we placed on the sand, and try to pretend we aren’t completely absolutely undeniably naked right next to each other and in public. Or at least, that’s what I’M doing. I have no idea about Sabrina.
She put her AirPods on and seems to be jamming to some Black Bear songs.
I could use a distraction, but I’m a little scared a stranger might catch us and if I don’t hear them coming, how will I be able to hide myself?
That is an excellent question, by the way, (or an excellent fear) because it proves to be true within fifteen minutes.
Sabrina almost seems like she could doze off laying under the sun.
Me? I’m a pile of nerves just waiting for her to wake up so we can mark check on this adventure as ventured so I can go back home and back into my clothes without feeling like a coward.
But I was telling you about the fifteen minutes, the fear that proved to be true and the stranger.
I didn’t notice him at first, which seems outrageous considering I wasn’t even distracting myself with the sole purpose of paying attention. He came walking against the wind, to the left of us, where there were some rocks that kept his approach hidden.
When I finally noticed him, he was about twenty feet away.
He was older than me and Sabrina, in our twenties. Much older. Like late thirties or maybe early forties. He had sunburnt skin and a dad bod I would be capable of complimenting if I was fully clothes and seeing him from a safe distance. But being up close and butt naked make you notice different things, like that fact that he was fully fucking dressed.
FULLY fucking dressed.
I’m gonna kill Sabrina.
This man has a shirt on. Shorts. Socks and running shoes. In fact that seems to be the nature of his presence there. Poor gentleman was running in the early hours of the morning and he most definitely did not expect to come across two naked twenty year olds. How do I know this? Because of the way he stopped dead in his tracks, took his sunglasses off to make sure he was seeing right and smiled.
The only thing I wanted to do more than kill Sabrina was die.
She was still oblivious, of course. The sweet innocent little devil that she is.
Laying there with her eyes closed and her AirPods on, unaware of the fully dressed man staring at our naked bodies like someone just announced it was dinner time.
I froze.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know what to say.
With any luck, he would put his sunglasses back on and go about his day like nothing ever happened. I’d be embarrassed, he’d have a funny story to tell his friends over beer, and that would be that.
Luck, however, is something I do not seem to have.
He puts his sunglasses back on and I almost feel like it’ll be ok, until he drops on his knee to… “tie his shoes”.
Thing is: his shoes were already tied! They were perfectly tied. He is literally untying them just to tie them back. He is doing it slowly and poorly, I would think, since he is not even looking at his laces while he ties them.
Instead, he is looking at me.
Side eyed, with a smirk. Checking my body shamelessly. Taking advantage of the fact that I’m frozen. And that’s not even the worst part! Considering where he is, if I spread my legs apart one single inch, he will see my pussy better than any other person in the planet ever has, since I am very much a virgin.
I had one guy see me naked in college. And that was it.
That’s the whole of my sexual experience.
My college almost boyfriend, and the stranger in the almost nude beach.
Way to go, Lara!
Twenty years and an impressive sex resume, if I do say so myself.
He finishes tying his shoes as has no more reason to linger. And yet, he does. He lets go of his laces and turns to me, one knee still in the sand. Neither one of us moves. Me, cause frozen by surprise and fear. He, cause waiting to see what I’ll do next.
He’s much closer now.
Close enough that, by the angle of his head, I know he is staring at me and not at Sabrina.
He’s checking out my average sized tits and my round pink nipples, the pale smooth skin on my stomach all the way down to my pube covered pussy. He sits on his ankcles and I notice the hard bulge on his shorts. He slides his hand over it, absent minded, like he just wants to draw my attention to it.
I gasp a little and he loves it.
His smirk snaps me back into reality and I go for my bag, dropped on the sand beside me, where my clothes are. I start fishing them out to cover myself but his deep little moan draws my eyes.
He doesn’t say a word. Not a single word. But his forehead is wrinkled and he is making a face as if to say “C’mon now, please don’t cover yourself. What’s the fun in that?”.
I don’t know why I stop, but I do.
His stare.
His smirk.
His desire.
This older man, fully dressed, staring down at my naked vulnerable body like he’d like to own it. His whole atitude making it clear he won’t leave until he sees and enjoys everything he wants to. I feel like I’m for sale. Like I’m some hot car he is considering, but won’t buy unless he’s inspected every inch of it. I clench my thighs when this burning feeling takes over me. My nipples go hard and his grin lets me know he noticed it. He noticed it all.
He’s silently watching me.
And I like it.
He tilts his head and the angle makes it obvious he is thoroughly analysing my pussy.
I should get dressed.
I should leave.
Instead, I slide my thighs open just a teeny tiny bit. Barely enough for him to see my pussy lips.
My minor display of interest pleases him greatly. He lets out a groan of satisfaction and grabs his bulge over his shorts, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
He looks like the kind of guy with experience. The kind of guy who can fuck a woman and break her heart. Or maybe the kind of guy who is married and bored, touching himself for a twenty year old as an escape from his dead bedroom. Or a single father of two who needs a little excitement in his quiet morning run.
Old enough to be my dad.
Horny enough to not give a fuck.
He drags himself, still on his knees, up closer and shoves his hand down his shorts. His cock is well kept in his pants except for the fat red looking tip, like a thick head peaking out of his shorts, leaking fat drops of pre-cum all over his fingers.
I lick my lips and that makes him moan.
I like that too.
I like that I can make him moan.
The movement of his hand is hypnotic. Fucking his clenched fist like it’s my inexperienced pussy. It’s getting hard to breathe.
His sunglasses slide down his nose and I can see his dark eyes over the edge checking me out… but then he looks away.
He looks at Sabrina scratching her tits, still half asleep. She takes a second too long scratching one of her tiny looking perfect nipples and his body convulses a little, taken by growing pleasure.
This part, I don’t like.
I don’t like losing his attention, specially to her!
I spread my legs open a little bit more.
“Oh” he mutters. Pleased with the effect his lost of interest had on me.
His voice is deep and disconcerting. I sit up a little so I can keep my legs spread like this and have his attention back to myself. He loses himself in it: admiring my partially open little cunt, pussy lips glistening.
I’ve never seen a man jerk off.
Maybe on some video once, but never ever live. I can’t look away. The power of his fist, the desire of his cock, the fat red tip wet with a pre-cum that I kinda wanted in my tongue just to know what it tastes like.
I know nothing about him.
He could be married.
He could have a daughter my age.
Why does that turn me on?
“A little more, hm?” He whispers, almost drooling over my naked body as if I was part of his meal.
I look at Sabrina, unfazed. Eyes closed. AirPods still blasting.
She will wake up, though. There is no way she will remain this oblivious for long.
“I… I don’t think I…” I mutter.
“Yes, you can” he sounds in control “You give daddy a little more, right now”.
I hesitate.
I’m scared.
Scared of Sabrina waking up, scared of someone else catching us.
I can’t.
I look at him and he sees the answer in my eyes.
He shrugs like he is disappointed in me and stares back at her half asleep body.
“Her tits are better anyway”.
I spread my legs open so violently it’s a miracle I don’t wake her myself.
He smiles, pleased: maybe with me, but probably with himself.
Don’t look at her. Look at me.
I want him to do this looking at me because I know Sabrina has experienced this plenty of times while I really haven’t.
I wanna know what it feels like to have a man cum to you.
My pussy is wide open now. He can see everything from my clit to my asshole, including the little tight throbbing hole in the middle, where he would love to sink his cock into.
He licks his lips trying to stop saliva from drooling all over, fucking his fist so hard he could rip it out.
Sabrina scratches herself a bit more like the sand is hurting her skin.
“Hey, do you wanna…” she begins saying.
She removes one of the AirPods and I have only just enough time to close my legs before I hear her scream.
“WHAT THE FUCK! FUCKING PERVERT!” She yells with an excruciating high pitched voice. She trips trying to get up and falls for a second on all fours. He groans, turning his cock towards her, like he is contemplating fucking her ass right there while she tries to run.
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even hesitate.
Her revolt seems to amuse him more than her silence did. As if he’d love nothing more than to fuck her sassy little ass to teach her a lesson.
His cock still in his hand receiving a beating of a lifetime when Sabri picks up her things and makes a run for it, yelling at me to follow.
“Right behind you” I stutter, but I linger praying to God (if God is at all present in any of this) for him to finish quickly enough so I can watch.
After all this, I don’t wanna miss the ending.
I get up slowly, landing on all fours to pick my things from the sand. Kneeling where he is, he can absolutely see my ass, my pink slit and the pussy juice running down my thighs all thick and wet. Is he thrusting towards me like he did her? Picturing himself fucking my ass while I also try to get away?
“You stay right there” he commands me.
I keep my knees and hands on the sand, listening to the savage sounds of the stranger behind me using my body to fuck himself. Sabri is long gone. She will notice I’m not behind her soon enough.
“Please hurry” I beg of him.
“You be quiet” he growls, like an animal with its prey on its teeth “You be very fucking quiet”.
I am so wet.
My insides burn like his words are ligthing me on fire, like I’m being finger fucked by his voice.
I know I have pussy juice soaking me, leaking and dripping and drooling from my pusy lips right there in front of his nose.
He could reach out and grab me. Lick me. Smell me.
But he doesn’t.
He just tells me to be fucking quiet.
“Yes, daddy” I whisper so quietly, I’m not sure he heard me.
But maybe he did, because he moans loudly and climax hard. His cum falling thick on the sand between my knees.
I turn around, distraught, trying to see it happen, but it was fast and I missed it. I touch his cum trying to make the experience last longer, but the sand already swallowed every drop of it, and there is nothing left but a damp mark on the ground.
He gets up, making sure every part of himself is properly tucked in.
He gives me a wink before sliding his sunglasses back in place and gets back to his run. No goodbye, no compliment, no attempt to finger me. Nothing.
I get dressed fast and run back home to Sabrina. My thighs are so wet they slide as I run. My hard nipples hurt against my shirt and I am so desperately horny I think even the friction on my own legs as I run might be enough to push me over the edge.
I get back to the house and go straight to my room. I’m bursting with lust and I don’t even bother removing my top. Hell, I barely remove my bottom… I just shove my hand under there, spreading my fingers through my pubes so I can flick my clit like I’m performing an exorcism.
I bite my pillows so Sabrina won’t hear me cum.
I don’t need her judgement.
What I need, what I really need, is to maybe run into that stranger again.