This happened about a year ago. J and I went to our little unofficial nude beach. It’s never too crowded but always has your usual few nude men and rarely, a few women or groups. It’s also a nice scenic location and you have tourists and the general public who don’t know it’s an unofficial nude beach come by.
We don’t go down to the beach often, rather, sit to the left of the beach on some large flat rocks. We can see the breach (and those on it) and they can see us. J usually doesn’t get fully naked, I usually do.
This particular occasion was no different. There were a few nude men on the beach roaming around. I lay on my stomach and J started massaging some lotion on my back and focusing on my glutes. I work out and squat a few times a week so I have a pretty big butt. I also absolutely love massages and especially enjoy my ass massaged as it always (and I mean always) gets me wet). After a few minutes of J massaging my butt, I took out my phone and started reading some of the exhibitionist stories that he had sent me over the week (which I hadn’t go to). Being a huge exhibitionist myself, I love reading stories of other exhibitionist women, some tamer than what I get up to whilst some more daring. I imagine myself in their shoes and always get worked up.