“Fuck, girl, that was amazing. Fucking amazing.” He didn’t need to say it, I knew. I was still thrumming like a tuning fork. I turned round to face him, creamed up in my pussy, little puddles of creamy cum on the terracotta tiles between us, kissing tenderly like the fondest of lovers.
“Let’s go,” I said. And pulling on our clothes, we got on our bikes and headed for the beach, buzzing.
It was late afternoon when Christian found us at our usual spot on the beach.
“Hey.”
“Hey. You hungry?”
“No, I ate, thanks. Got some water?” I passed him the flask.
“I found Mum and Dad. You won’t believe where they were!”
“Where?”
“The beach around Potomakia! Totally nude, and drinking with other couples.”
“Did you say hello?”
“Are you mad?! I was riding along the coast and saw their car parked near a church on the south of the island and there they were among a group of nude people.”
“in the church?”, asked Shah?
“Down the beach a way,” Chris went on.
“Did they see you?”, I asked.
“No, I don’t think so. I heard Dad laughing first, and then I spotted him and Mum with their back to me, facing some others….it looked like they were all good friends.”
“Were you nude too?,” asked Shah.
Chris’s blush was visible even through my sunglasses and his tan. “No.”
“Jeez, seeing your parents naked isn’t the easiest thing in the world,” Shah said.
“Not if they don’t want you to,” I said. “Chris, don’t worry, did you stay long?”
“What’s the etiquette on erections in these situations?”, asked Shah, ever the curious one.
“I didn’t want to get caught and I think if I stayed there I’d have to get nude too.”, said my little voyeur sweetums.
“Your Mum’s freckles must really be developing…,” Shah said.
I slapped him with a laugh. “Shall we join them tomorrow?”. I just put it out there.
“I don’t mind, but if they’d wanted us there, they’d have told us wouldn’t they?”, said Shah.
“Yeah, I guess.”. I had a quick flash in my mind’s eye of me hugging Dad while we were both naked. His cock against my thigh, and if engorged, even higher. “Yeah, I guess. Let the grown-ups do their thing, and we can do ours.”
Shah nodded his head, and smiled the smile of those who are guaranteed naughtiness irrespective.
“You can always stay with us, Chris, y’know. Just do what you want.”
“I can get you some binoculars, if you like,”Shah told him.
“Bugger off.” Another sweet blush from my kid brother. “Na, I’m going to look around some more of the island before we have to go back.” Which was just four days from now.
“You’ll find more girls and more girls will find you if you stay in one place, y’know”, said Shah.
After a lifetime of experience, I can confirm that’s true. At the time, though Chris had his doubts. Anyway, his hormonal rushes were too fervent to allow him to stay still like us older ones who were escaping the grind of big-city work, earning our living on our feet in restaurants for our one sunshine holiday of the year.
“Your Mum and Dad, nudists, who would have thought?”
“…Yeah,” I said. “I think it’s just about being free more than being kinky for them.” Though I was wondering what Dad’s cock was like. I’d seen it and even felt it when snuggling up to them at night when I was a little girl and their attention was on Jeremy who slept in the room with them when he was a baby, but that was when even a sausage was more than I could eat in one go. I wondered how it would look with me as a grown-up. He was wearing loose shorts and trousers this holiday, so even when I sneaked a peek I couldn’t tell.
Some of the men on the beach though were thoroughly European, And their thongs and tight trunks pretty much let all of us know what they were packing. After a week of them I was starting to feel unknown cocks were boring. Give me a cock attached to a man I liked, let alone loved, and I was a happy girl. It was like all the breasts and backsides in front of us, including mine, some were pretty, sure, but if they belonged to the boring or bitchy as they appeared from they way they interacted with those around them, I just didn’t want to know.
I was rambling though, in a bit of a spin, I was a little put out that my Mum couldn’t have told me what they were up to. I could have handled them on a nude beach. I wasn’t a kid, was I?
When we got home, Mum and Dad were already there. Showering together from the sounds of it. Shah’s cum, now dry and buttery, was still on the floor by the doorway. I sponged it up.
When they came out of the bathroom, a little sheepishly, Mum came over and ruffled my hair as I sat on the sofa. “How was your day, darling? We’re going out for dinner with some friends again, do you have enough to go out with?”
“We were thinking of eating in and then going dancing,” I said.
“Oh yes, where?”, asked Mum.
“Somewhere new, somewhere I haven’t been. What about you?”
“No, I don’t think we’re dancing tonight,” said Mum. And she leaned over to give me a kiss, her towel held close to her chest. She smelt fresh, of soap, sun, and happiness.
“Let’s try a different beach today,” I said, as Shah and I mounted up the next morning, Chris having just scootered off.
“Sure….that Pomotakian one?”
“Potomakia…sure.”
“What if we see your Mum and Dad?”
“What if we do?”
We didn’t. They might have been there yesterday; they weren’t there today. The strip of beach had lovely sand though and not everyone was nude. More textiles near the church, it became nuder and nuder the further you went.
When it was all nude. Shah and I stopped. Laid out our towels. Put up our umbrella. Took off our bottoms and lotioned each other up. I kept an eye out for Mum and Dad, even in the dunes — was there any nookie going on there?
Being naked was no big deal. I wondered why more people didn’t do it. The only real downside I could see was that you always had to go out further than the textiles to get to the nude side.
No sign of Chris all day, but it was a good one nevertheless. There was something deliciously freeing about walking around naked in public among other nude people, being naked in the water, and the feeling you had as walked out of the surf onto the sand, was exquisite. Definitely an advantage not to sit around in wet cozzies no matter how quick they dried in the Greek sun. We seemed to be the only English speakers on that beach though, and Shah and I kept ourselves to ourselves. Although our hands did often wander on to each other.
No Mum and Dad that night either, not in the house, not in the town, not even in the middle of the night. Chris feeling like a third wheel instead of his usual fifth, but having a good time overall. Some girls were flirting with him and that made him feel good.
I woke up early the next morning desperately needing to poo. And raced to the bathroom. It was locked. I banged on the door. If I couldn’t have got in I’d just have to go on the patio. I was that desperate. “Who is it?”, I heard Mum say. “It’s me, Mum. I’ve got to poo.” “Oh darling, I’m in the shower, give me a minute…”
Mum opened the door, I rushed in, lifted up my towel and sat down on the loo and let go. Even though Mum was still in the room. And naked. She’d been shaving her legs.