Rita, you knew this was going to happen. You and Tony watched the amateur videos, you know there are guys who are just going to flock over and start playing with their puds like they are doing you a favor. You want to tease, to have them around. They can’t all be young, hard-bodied studs.
“Well, one or two would be nice,” I said out-loud to myself, making my new neighbor look up at me, interest in his look. Oh! — I had a sneaking suspicion what he thought or hoped I meant. I should have considered some sort of adult resort, one with thirty and forty somethings; maybe the guys would look better? I knelt on my towel and leaned to grab the sunscreen still unsure how I was going to proceed.
The end of the towel behind me, nearer the water, blew up just then. Flustered, I reached into my bag, grabbed my sandals and swung around to weigh down the corners of my towel with them. I realized a second too late what this move did, and the view I was presenting to all the people sunbathing nude behind me.
“Well, girl, you wanted to be completely nude and show your bush, this is a hell of a way to start!!” the voice in my head snickered. If you’re going to jump into a cold pool, you just do it, and so I stretched out, my bottom in the air, and smoothed my towel back in place. Feeling the midafternoon sun on my most intimate part was exhilarating. I almost giggled.
Sitting back on my haunches, I squirted a glob of lotion into my hand, rolled off my lower legs to sit on the towel and, completely ignoring the older guy fifteen feet away, I took my time to cover the delicate skin and every fold of my pussy with sunscreen as I sat splay-legged with my knees bent. In for a penny, in for a pound. Peeking, but showing no reaction, I saw that he was on his side facing toward me and touching himself. I had hoped I’d feel more; perhaps I just didn’t find him attractive?
Glancing up and down the beach, I could see walkers coming from both directions. Heart thumping loudly, or so it seemed, I rolled up my bag into a sort of pillow, lay back, and moved my hat over my face. I could make out the edge of the water as I looked down my naked body, which was good as I had no one with me to tell me if anyone stopped to look. Ohmigod, I wanted to do this! I cannot describe the euphoria I felt being completely nude on a public beach for the first time.
As I concentrated on my breathing to calm myself, the sea breeze tantalized my skin bringing every cell alive and focused. Every gust, every grain of sand blown on or over me, was savored for the sparks ignited, tingling my senses and concentrated in my core. I’d been out without panties any number of times, but not like this. It was dizzying, making me light-headed and giddy as the warmth of the sun and the breeze combined to set alight an inferno undulating in, over, and throughout my core. I could feel the blood flow swelling me, and knew my nipples stood our straight like flags whipped by a gale force wind. I trembled with eagerness, I wanted to be seen, to show anyone and everyone. I smiled under my hat imagining a large, flashing, neon arrow pointing to me — I wanted scream “Look!”
I heard the whisper, my senses all turned past ‘maximum’ on their sensitivity dials, saw the feet on the beach. “Fuck, I wish her legs were open…”
“I know, man, but she’s gorgeous,” and then the feet moved on.
Shocked, I think I held my breath as I watched the feet go out of my visual range. I glanced down my body to see, beyond the patch of black hair drenched in full sun, that my toes were touching. My entire leg was clamped tight to its neighbor. Reaching out with my senses, I realized I was stiff, not relaxed at all, a pretty, plastic mannequin on a towel.
I inhaled forever, and then let out just as long a breath sending my thoughts from my belly outward as I did in meditation, relaxing each part of me as the thought wave flowed out. That felt so much better, I’d even had my butt clenched! Several more breaths, calming and cleansing, brought more relief. It was nerves, excitement, anticipation.
I stretched, then moved my legs apart, bending my left knee up and out, opening myself more. My arms moved themselves and I appeared asleep. The breeze licked me; would my voyeurs know that was my own dew or think it sweat? I didn’t care, but I cared so much! I craved the exhilaration, the wickedness, the abandonment of expectations. Should I ‘scratch’ some imaginary itch and pull my angels wings open a bit? Later, I thought, let them see you like this for now. The smile under my hat was one of delight and satisfaction.
Another set of feet. They stopped. A sigh and they moved on. Thank you, I thought. I can’t wait to share this with Tony!
Tony! Was he still around? He knew I wanted to try this, we’d talked about it a few times — and again on the phone last night. He’d been able to see Thom and me, so he had to have seen me head down the beach. Suddenly I craved his presence, to see me here, in public, completely nude, mischievous in a way that thrilled us both.. And not just nude, but I had my legs open, not obscenely, but enough that I was certain my labia could easily be seen. I wanted him to see me doing this, enjoying myself, to rise with pride -I still had the effect on him, thank god — as others looked at me. We did this for each other, it excited and fulfilled us in some inexplicable way.
“Oh my god, did you see that woman?” Two more sets of feet. If he didn’t, my dear, thank you for pointing me out because he was certainly looking now. One set stopped. “George!” came the perturbed whisper and the second set of feet fumbled moving away, being dragged. I had to stifle a laugh.
Another set stopped in front of me a few minutes later, coming from my left. They stopped right in front of me, and I saw him squat no more than inches beyond my right foot, knees open, and his cock and balls dangling before me. After thirty seconds — did I hold my breath?- his cock was no longer flaccid. ‘That’s brazen,’ was my first thought while simultaneously happy for his complimentary sign. I fought to keep my breath even. He set down a bag next to him, then dug out a phone, and extended his arm to get an even more intimate view of my treasure, snapping several shots one-handed. I was definitely getting wetter; in my hyper-attuned state I felt a droplet run down my perineum.
“Stunning,” he breathed, slipped the phone back in his pack and rose. I could imagine his cock preceding him, swinging to and fro, as he walked off. Did he know, or had he simply guessed that I was awake?
Over the next fifteen minutes, I watched several more sets of feet pass by. None stopped, but by the pace I guessed each was at least glancing at the sand area, covered here and there with nude bodies. The two couples I had seen on arrival were young, both members of each good-looking. Of the single guys who were there, most I would guess to be in their forties and fifties, and by their tans, long time naturists. Average guys, mostly, though two were rather overweight.