A New Life by BenLong

Stephanie sucked her lower lip between her teeth with a grin, her eyes sparkling, a sure sign that she was going to say yes. “Sure! Why not? We’ve never been to a nude beach, but we always said we would if the opportunity presented itself.”

“You’re sure?” Alice said and received an affirming nod from both of us. “Oh good! it’s always fun to have friends along. We’re going to go find a sandwich shop before we go, and then we’re going to find the Beach. We still go to the Big Beach parking area, but a lot of people don’t know about Little Beach at all.”

The parking area wasn’t large, but Big Beach was huge compared to every beach we’d seen until then. It seemed that very few people were on Big Beach, or perhaps they were just so spread out it appeared that very few were there. It was easily the widest beach between the shoreline and tree line that we’d come across yet. We were momentarily distracted by some sort of concrete structure, which we checked out, and presumed was a leftover defensive bunker emplacement from World War II, before Ted led us toward the near end of the beach where it abutted a smallish cliff. A thin trail led up and over the cliff and then, once over the top, the rock and wooded area sloped back down to yet another beach. This one, perhaps just two hundred yards long, was quite obvious in comparison to the beach we’d just left as to why it was called “Little Beach.” Several shade umbrellas and beach blankets were scattered along the beach. Two women were walking and talking, with their feet in the water, towards our end of the beach — the water being the only thing that hid any part of their naked bodies.

I didn’t see anyone alone; every blanket had multiple people, and everyone we could see was naked. There were a few couples, one e-z-up had three couples partly hiding from the intense sun in its shade. Another e-z-up shade even further had four adults and three children playing in the water, with the adults taking turns playing with and playing lifeguard for, the children.

We found a spot about equidistant from other blankets and spread our blankets out. With our new friends right there Stephanie and I were both a bit bashful about just stripping our clothes off. I think I would have found it less troublesome if we had been by ourselves, but Ted and Alice didn’t have the same qualms. No sooner had we spread the blanket than Ted peeled his shirt, shoes, and pants and headed toward the water – naked.

Stephanie and I were a bit slower on stripping down; before we got that far Alice had also shucked her clothes and headed across the sand towards her husband. “Oh my God, they do this all the time!” Stephanie said to me while peeling her shorts and bikini bottom off. I wasn’t sure why it struck me as odd that Steph had taken her bottoms off first, standing naked from the waist down before she peeled her shirt and bikini top off. “Neither one of them has any tan lines!”

“I noticed,” I answered, having dropped down onto the blanket to untie and remove my shoes. Unlike everyone else, who had worn sandals, I’d put shoes on this morning and was regretting it now. Moments later I too had managed to strip off my clothes, and taking Stephanie’s hand we started across the sand. One step on the sand was enough to accentuate how hot it was, and we immediately started running down the relatively steep slope to the shore.

The beach dropped off to the water quite steeply and continued rapidly so into deeper water. One step into the water and the second step required a shallow dive. 15 feet offshore — and it was deep enough that we couldn’t touch. We didn’t stay that deep for long, however, moving to just 10 feet offshore and I could touch, although Stephanie couldn’t quite. She hung on my shoulder as I bounced on the bottom with every gentle wave.

“You guys don’t have any tan lines,” Stephanie said as we floated near them, “you’ve done this before?”

Alice glanced to Ted; I saw him nod in response — another unspoken communication between spouses that didn’t need translation.

“Yeah, we do.”

“What do you do, search out naked beaches on vacation?”

“Well, not exactly. We, uh… we live in a naturist community. We seldom wear clothes at all. What’s unusual for us isn’t getting naked on vacation, it’s putting clothes on while on vacation. People in the naturist community share where nude beaches and recreation facilities are — we already knew about Little Beach and how to find it before we came to Maui.”

Except that we were all naked, it was just like being at any beach, or any pool where everyone was swimming. There was no overt sexual activity on the beach, it was just that everyone was naked. No overt sexual activity — on the beach — didn’t necessarily translate into no overt sexual activity in the water. Although we were floating and talking and staying cool with Ted and Alice, that Stephanie was using me as a support as she couldn’t quite touch the bottom, meant that she was often touching my bottom. With her leg wrapped around me to hold herself in place, her hand, strayed down my back, a quick squeeze of a butt cheek and her hand rose again to my back. A leg swept up across my front, stopping and rubbing momentarily when it found my cock. Luckily, I was able to refrain from sprouting a complete erection, but I also knew what Stephanie had in mind.

“I’m going up for a bit,” I needlessly announced as I pulled away from Stephanie and moved toward shore. She said she was coming too, and followed as we left Alice and Ted floating — Alice holding on to Ted similarly to how Steph had been holding on to me.

“They both shave down there,” Steph whispered to me with a giggle as we moved out of earshot.

“I noticed.” Alice’s blond hair probably would have been virtually undetectable if she had any, but there definitely hadn’t been any. Her plump labia would have created an excellent camel toe in a bikini, unlike my wife whose thin labia always disappeared except when she had some thin sexy bikini underwear, usually see-through, that were designed to show them off to me. Ted’s hairless pubic area just seemed to draw attention to him. He wasn’t erect; when I thought about it, he’d actually been completely flaccid, but not “cold” shrunk, but still — his cock hanging away from his body seemed like it was bigger than mine. “Did you notice he’s not circumcised?”

“I’ve always wanted to try an uncircumcised dick,” she responded, “Do you suppose Alice would loan him to me for the evening?” She giggled and teased.

“Somehow I don’t think so. How long have we been with them now? Three days? I haven’t once gotten the feeling that they are players. But if you got to play with him, I’d get to play with her.”

“Oh you’d like that. She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. She is.” I sat down on the towel facing the water, and almost immediately Ted and Alice began climbing out of the water. I watched as they walked the steep shoreline, stripping water off their bodies as they approached us. I so wanted to just ogle Alice, her gorgeous breasts and body, but instead let my eyes travel down the beach at others first so I wasn’t staring.

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