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She Wore It Well

By: ManosHands



OK, I can finally admit it.... I'm a voyeur. I get off on watching. Perversion? Well maybe, but I prefer the French term. Much more classy!

I am an exhibitionist as well. I think that the two go hand in hand. (Pun intended). More on that at a later date; this story is about watching.

There is a clothing optional beach not far from me. It is a perfect day trip. I frequently pack up a small cooler, beach umbrella and chair and head out. The unique feature of this beach is that it is state owned and operated. As such it falls under state laws instead of federal laws, which would probably not allow the nudity. Also interesting is that there are lifeguards, clothed, and a small concession stand run by younger girls. Nice summer job, no? "I'll have a foot long hot dog." "Thanks, and here's your tip".

Now obviously this is a good place to watch and be watched. As at most clothing optional places there are a wide assortment of body types. Men and women of all ages that have no problem showing what they have. There are lots of bodies carrying around a few extra pounds, but also plenty of bodies in shape. 

I try hard not to stare. That is considered rude, no? Reflective sunglasses are a good accessory.

Occasionally there are people that want to be watched. It's particularly exciting when you realize that the woman you've been sneaking glances at is watching you back. It can become a grownup version of show and tell. Or just show...

One day in particular I arrived at the beach early in the day and scouted out a good location. There is a section that seems to be for gay men as well as a family section. In between the two is a more mixed crowd. I like to be close enough to the water to dip in when things get over heated, but back far enough to get a good view. So after finding a good spot I set up my chair, umbrella and laid out a towel. Then I stripped. I usually go commando on beach days, so there wasn't much to take off. Also, the advantage of going commando is that the friction on my cock keeps me on the verge of a hard on. It's important to make a good showing. Some oil and sunscreen, discreetly applied, and I was ready to sit back and relax.

After a while a single woman walked by. I was hoping she would set up her camp close by. The beach was slowly beginning to fill up. There were two couples to one side and another couple on the other, but there was still an open section of the beach right in front of me. While the beach is popular, it never gets as crowded as other local beaches; everybody carves out their own space, and is respectful of each other's space. Single women at the beach were not totally uncommon, but more often they would be with either a guy or a group of friends.

We caught eye contact just long enough to acknowledge each other. I guess I was judged as being safe, as she set down her things not that far away, perhaps 10 feet or so, but right in my field of vision. She was not a knock down model-type of woman, but was very attractive never the less, and she seemed comfortable with that. I'd say that she was probably in her mid 20's, with medium length auburn hair tied back under a baseball cap. I like that look -- so far so good. She was dressed in a T and cutoffs, very casual and she wore it well.

For me, one of the most erotic parts of the clothing optional experience is watching the arrivals strip. And since it is optional, some keep their bathing suits on, some just go topless and others go full Monty.

Another silent prayer as she took of her t shirt and cutoffs. She had a modest bikini on and, again, she wore it well. I would have been ok if she stopped there but she didn't. She folded her clothes and stowed them in her beach bag, and seemed to scope out the beach as she stretched. There was another moment of brief eye contact and then she initiated the conversation. Good thing because I probably wouldn't have. Casually talking about the weather and the traffic on the way down, she untied her top. Her breasts were a great fit for her body -- not too small and not too big. I could tell that she tanned topless; they were the same light golden color as the rest of her. With just a slight hesitation she undid her bottoms as well. I caught a quick flash of her neatly trimmed landing strip before she turned around. It was the same reddish color as her hair; so 'the carpet matches the curtains'. I'm a red head as well. Perfect match!

Her ass was very shapely and now I knew that she tanned in the nude. Not the faintest hint of a tan line.

After that quick show she sat down on the towel and began to apply sunscreen. I should have spoken up and offered, but I was pretty much speechless as that point. But after watching the second act of this performance I finally had the nerve to mention that she missed a spot on her back. I've tried that line with others at the beach, but without any success. Mostly I got that 'look' back in return, or at the least a thank you while she would reach further back to get the missed spot. Again I was glad that I had been judged to be safe, as she asked if I would help her. As calmly as I could I applied the lotion to the small of her back. Nothing really sexual -- I was trying hard to think about anything but sex. Even so, there is something sensual in the act of touching. She flinched just a bit when my hands made contact. I did the job quickly, almost clinical in my manner. She thanked me and laid down on her front, with her head toward the shore. I sat back in my chair and pretended to be absorbed in a book. End of any conversation now. Just tanning and relaxing. But looking back at it now, I think that was when I realized that this might be a whole different type of day at the shore.

After a while she sat up and asked me if I knew when the concession stand opened. I didn't really know but it was still early in the day. I told her they would probably open up before noon and offered her something to drink. I had a couple of cold water bottles, some beer, and some snacks in the cooler. She accepted a bottle of water, said she'd return the favor when the stand opened, thanked me and laid down on her back.

As in real estate, location is everything! She hadn't invaded my space, nor I hers, but she was right there directly in front of me. I had a great view of that pretty pussy and now noticed that she had a small ring right below her hair line. I wasn't familiar with piercings down there; my guess was that it was a labia ring. (Reminder to self -- Google it when I get home). Whatever it was, it was very sexy. I remember thinking that you can never judge a book by its cover. From her outward appearance I wouldn't have guessed that she'd be pierced, or even that she was that attractive. Some women are more attractive dressed. She was an exception to this. She wore it well.

As you are probably aware, overt sexual behavior is frowned upon at public CO beaches. There were, after all, families not far down the beach. Also, this particular beach had an area that was not clothing optional. I've always thought that was very strange, as there were not barriers between the two, just a sign. So you could be on the 'dressed' side of the sign and be within arm's reach of the 'naked' side. And this particular spit of land had plenty of other beach sites. This was the only one that was CO. Why would someone come to the CO beach and sit on the non-CO side? To each his own I guess.

That said, my new exhibitionist knew exactly what she was doing. She didn't have her legs spread wide -- no, she was much more subtle than that. Her legs were just separated enough to get some sun on her inner thighs and for me to get a view. I noticed that she had a slight grin on her face. I was thinking that she was enjoying this.

I was too, and it was beginning to show. I didn't have a full erection, but I was definitely getting there. So I stood up and headed for the water to cool down. I had to walk pretty close to her, as the beach was starting to fill up by now. I tried not to stare down at her as I passed, but I did sneak a quick glance. I saw that she had opened her eyes and was watching me. She was still smiling. I always do a touch up shave on beach days, followed by a light oiling. With that, as well as my half woody, I was pretty sure that she would enjoy the view. And from her angle I knew she had quite a view.

The cool water was just the remedy for my hardening cock. But not cold enough for 'shrinkage' thank you very much! As I usually did I waded out past the surf and swam parallel to the shore for a while. Not heavy exercising, but it helped me to relax. After a bit I stopped and before I turned back around I checked out the shoreline. It's always nice to be able to see the big picture. Looking back to where I started, I thought I saw my exhibitionist standing at the shoreline. Perhaps she was looking for me. No, most likely not. Things like that didn't happen to me. Most likely she was just there to be watched.

By the time I swam back to where I started she was back at her space. She was sitting up facing the shore so she had a straight on view of me as I headed towards my towel. Her eyes were well below my waist, although she did look up and make eye contact briefly before they traveled south again. I remember thinking 'Take a picture, it will last longer'.

I don't use my towel after I swim. I let the sun dry me before I sit down. So I was just standing there soaking up the sun. She had laid back down on her front facing the shore again, so I could enjoy the view without her knowing. But I was pretty sure she knew exactly what I was doing. Her ass was very nice, and I could just glimpse a bit of something between her legs. A nice view, but I had to start thinking about baseball statistics or something or else I was going to have to spend the whole day waist deep in the ocean. I did however take a mental snapshot that I was sure I would use later, back home.

When I was mostly dry I started to reapply sunscreen. She noticed that, and said that I missed a spot, just like I had said to her. I asked her if she'd help and she said of course, turnabout is fair play. The little amount of conversation that we'd had up to this point was now turning into innuendo.

She applied sunscreen to the part of my back that I couldn't reach. I was thinking that there are some other areas that I had missed, but didn't say anything. Her hands did wander just a bit farther than necessary, just to the top of my ass, but only briefly. She then gave me a little slap on the butt and proclaimed that she was done. As I thanked her I applied more lotion to my cock and balls. After all, those parts were not all that use to the sun and one must protect the family jewels. She watched me as I did this, not even trying to be discrete. 

After I sat back down, I offered her some snacks from my cooler. She took me up on some cheese and crackers. I offered her a drink but she noticed that the concession stand was opened. She headed over, saying that this one is on me. 

I watched her as she walked across the beach. I don't know if it is a natural talent or has to be practiced, but she had that type of walk that is so sexy. I noticed that I wasn't the only one watching, but was thankful at that moment that she had settled in my area of the beach.

I was still looking her way as she came back with two beers. Turnabout is fair play, her words, so I decided not to try and be discrete any longer. I kept my eyes well below her waist, and as she had done before, met her eyes briefly before heading back south. She was smiling that same great smile. I knew she was enjoying being watched as much as I enjoyed watching. Naked except for her baseball cap, hair tied back, sunglasses and a cold beer in each hand. She wore it well.

She joined me on my towel as we shared our little snacks. We really didn't converse that much. Small talk about the weather, about how peaceful it was, about how relaxing it can be without clothes. We both agreed that we are probably closet nudists. We got to the point where we were making comments about some of the other nudies, both male and female. 

She thanked me for the snacks and went back to her towel. I settled back into reading my book, she seemed to be taking a nap. After a while she rolled over and again I got that great view. I think this time it was accidental, as she truly seemed to be asleep. Note to self: take another mental snapshot for my memory bank.

Eventually she woke and went for a swim. I waited a bit and joined her. We picked up the conversation while wading in the surf. No touchy feely going on; the only physical contact was when we had helped each other with the sunscreen. 

Back at the towels we settled down to ourselves. I was not making any progress with my book; it might have been upside down for all I knew. I decided to take a nap, so I laid down on my back with my feet facing her. I figured she had done the same earlier. Turnabout , fair play ...

I didn't really expect to fall asleep; I seldom do at the beach. But I did. I don't know how long I was out but I must have been dreaming because when I woke up and had a full sized erection. I'm not the biggest of men. I'm not going to say it was 10 inches, but it was impressive. And I guess it was not all that surprising that it happened. I had been at half-mast on and off all morning.

When I realized what had happened I quickly rolled over to my front. With it being overt sexual behavior and all that, I don't know what would have happened if the lifeguards had walked by. They probably would have judged it as accidental and would either say nothing or wake me up and request that I cover up. 

After rolling over I glanced at my new friend. She was staring, and actually giggled a bit when she realized the show I had given her was unintentional and that I was a bit embarrassed. But by then I knew that I liked being watched by her and I would gladly show her whatever she wanted. Just say the word....

Another quick dip in the water (to back off the erection), another cold beer and I went back to my book. While I was 'reading', I checked out all of the other sights that were around me. The two couples were playing a card game. The single couple had left at some point. Some new people had come onto the beach, but overall the day was winding up and the beach was clearing a bit.

I turned my attention back to my best neighbor. She was staring right at me now. As I returned her stare, thinking two can play at this game, she moved a hand to her breast. She cupped it briefly, passed her thumb over the nipple, and then slid her hand down her belly stopping right at her landing strip. I obviously broke eye contact as I couldn't miss this show! She gently held the labia ring and gave it a little twist. I noticed that she had closed her eyes and was breathing heavy. She might have had a little orgasm, I don't know, but I was right there watching. And, turnabout again, I reached down to my once again erect cock and gave it a couple of small tugs. I was leaking some pre-cum, and I'm pretty sure she could see it from where she was. Smiling again, she turned around to face the ocean. 

With that I resigned myself that our little game of show and tell was over. I couldn't complain. It was one of the most erotic experiences that I've ever had, and definitely the best one played out in public. Of course I had harbored a couple of thoughts that we would go further, but apparently that was not going to happen.

So I started packing up my gear. When she noticed that she turned to me and thanked me for the afternoon. I told her it was my pleasure and winked at her. She smiled back. She wore that smile so well.

I stayed naked until I reached the Warning: Clothing Optional Beyond This Point sign. At the entrance to the beach there were restrooms and another concession stand. I took a quick shower in the men's room to wash off the salt water, sand and sunscreen, and headed back to the parking lot. The path to the lot goes thru a wooded section and it was there that I heard her call after me to wait up. She was packed up and leaving as well.

I once again thanked her for the afternoon. She looked a bit troubled. I thought maybe she had some misgivings about our game and asked her about it. She said, no, I really enjoyed it, couldn't you tell? I smiled and agreed. But as we continued to walk towards the lot I still thought that something was on her mind. After what we had done, why would she be embarrassed to tell me?

We reached my car first. As I was packing up the trunk she turned to me and said that she felt a little bit bad about not getting me off. I assured her that she would, later that evening when I replayed the day. She laughed and said she'd be doing the same thing. Then, after a day of looking and watching, she did something even more unexpected. She leaned into me and gave me very nice kiss. As we hugged she reached down to my crotch and started to get me hard thru the shorts. She had probably watched me getting dressed so she knew I was in commando mode. I was speechless, but (turnabout), reached down and fondled her ass.

Breaking off the kiss she opened the back door of my car and pushed me in. She said that she had a little parting gift for me. 

I was speechless. 

She opened up my shorts and began to stroke me. Then, smiling up at me, she bent over and started licking my dick. I'd like to say that I lasted a good long time, but within seconds my dick was fully erect and pressure was building in my balls. I had been so turned on most of the afternoon that it didn't take much to make me cum. I warned her that I was going to blow and she took her mouth off and started to masturbate me. I came harder than I had in a long time. Some of it hit her face and some onto her T shirt. She wore it well.

Breaking the tension, she released me, gave me a smile and wiped her face with her T shirt. I tried to apologize about her shirt but she said it would be her souvenir of the day. I wanted to return the favor, but she said no, not today. The party was over.

I mentioned that we had never even exchanged names. We laughed about it but she said that she thought it made it even more exciting. But before we went our separate ways we did get names and email addresses. 

This was the start of a hot online affair. Thru Skype we exchanged many more intimate moments. We made plans to meet again at the beach and perhaps play our game of show and tell again. It hasn't worked out as of yet, but it will. And when it does, I'll let you know.

She Wore It Well - A Reprise



My friend Lit ID manoshands may recognise this; I hope all will enjoy it.



It was not quite as revealing a leg crossing as the infamous one by Sharon Stone, but I was as equally bare under the ridiculously short, blue denim skirt as she had been in the film Basic Instinct. I was not, however, being questioned by the police as she was, but I had crossed and uncrossed my legs for the same reason the sexual goddess had – I like people looking at me. Yes I am an exhibitionist.

I was on the London Underground, the Piccadilly line actually, on my way to Heathrow to board a plane to New York. DD my     forty-five year old, long-term, married lover was on a short lecture tour in Washington, New York and Boston. He is a lecturer in English at London University, but had been at Bristol, which was where I had seduced him when I was a student there, some four years ago. His wife, the titless bitch as we call her, naturally did not want to go with him and he had managed to fiddle me the business class ticket she would have used. I was on my way.

If the train ride to Heathrow was exciting me, I was already beginning to feel blown away by the prospect of the thrills that I would get from seven hours in Virgin Upper class.

I live to the east of London and Heathrow is due west so the tube ride is over an hour. In rush hour it can be hell with the sick perverts pressing their bellies up against your bum and touching your leg with their hands, accidentally of course. Out of rush hour as this was, it can be quite pleasant. The carriages are cool and not too far out of central London it runs overground. The seating is along the sides of the carriages with probably a dozen or so seats either side. When I am able to, I take a seat in the middle so that all twelve occupants of the other side will be looking at me. Today, as we whizzed through west London into the depressing Middlesex suburbs stopping every five minutes or so I had a changing audience as passengers got on and alighted, although one couple, probably in their forties sat opposite me all the way. She showed no interest in my legs and he pretended not to, but I caught him looking several times.

I was wearing a white blouse that had buttons all the way up the front. The top three and the bottom two were undone meaning that only the middle two, the ones between my boobs were done up. I was not wearing a bra, but with my little 33 b cup tits that was no big deal. They do not wobble and jiggle too much, just enough to show interested parties that I probably am braless. The skirt was tiny. It was a fashionably tatty with a frayed hem and a brass, very on show zip that came down my tummy for a few inches. There was also a brass button at the top of the zip. The hem was only six inches or so down from my pubes at the front and my bum at the back. Obviously, any sort of bending over was out of the question, that is unless I was confident of my audience. 

My nicely tanned legs were bare and I was wearing mid-height strappy heels. Although I say it myself, my legs are pretty good and do, as my grandma might have said 'go right up to my bum.'

I had several real oglers. I liked that. Two were guys in their late twenties or early thirties who leered at me at the same time from either end of the row of seats. Even though I liked their interest, they were a bit too young to give me the buzz I enjoy and it was difficult 'entertaining' both of them due to their seating positions. After a while, they left and a guy, probably in his late forties got on. He went to turn left as he got into the carriage, but then seeing my legs he turned right and sat opposite me. He stared at my knees and seemed to slip down a little in his seat, probably trying to see up my skirt. I wanted him to look up there, but in the still quite crowded train I couldn't be too overt with that. However, I did give him a bit of a show by stretching my legs out, then pulling my feet back, sitting up a bit and shrugging the skirt down and then the old favourite the Sharon leg cross. As I did that, our eyes met. He smiled, but I did not acknowledge him. Shortly after he got up and just before walking to the door he bent over and whispered.

"Thanks, that was lovely."

Pulling my case on wheels I got through the check in formalities quickly and easily and was soon in the relative luxury of the Virgin Upper Class lounge. It was occupied mainly by business men although there were a couple of other women I was by far the youngest. As usually happens when men go away on business they become predators and are after whatever they can get by way of women. To have a scantily clad, blue eyed, blonde haired bimbo with bare legs up to her armpits must have been marvellous for them. I didn't need to put on a show for whenever I moved to get a drink or a newspaper and wherever I was, there were at least a dozen pairs of eyes on me. Wonderful. At one stage when there was only a couple of guys around I was tempted to bend over to get something from my case. I know that would have given them good look at my bare bum, but I chickened out.

The flight was great. The upper class cabin was not even half-full, but they were all men, yet another ready and waiting audience. But it was not them that made the trip great, it was the cabin crew. The head honcho was a great looking guy who was as gay as they come and really very cheeky. He made comments on my legs before we had even taken off and ogled my tits down my blouse as he served me champagne. After lunch, we chatted quite a bit and one of the female cabin crew, Megan, joined in. 

She was a very pretty, dark haired girl, probably in her early thirties. With the cabin lights dimmed for the film I stood up next to her, near the toilets. I watched as she did a few service tours round the cabin. I am sure that the Virgin red skirt she was wearing was not regulation. It seemed shorter than some of the others so when I went on a walkabout in economy I checked out the other girls. Some had hems just on the knee and a few had them four inches or so above the knee like Megan's.  Although the length, or lack of it on Megan's skirt was impressive that was not the dominating feature for me. She had fabulous legs that went even more right up to her armpits than mine, but they also were not what had taken my fancy. It was not even the outline of thighs under the thin skirt that was getting to me. It was her bum. If her skirt was not regulation length then the tightness of the fucking thing across her ass was totally unregulated; it was like a second skin and I knew immediately that she was either, wearing the flimsiest of thongs or she was, like me commando. I could hardly take my eyes off her as I confirmed to myself once again that I was not only an exhibitionist, but also a voyeur. I made a mental to ask someone about that.

I read a novel once by the late ex model Pat Booth who sadly died of cancer at a relatively early age. It was called Big Apple I think. 

As I stood near to the loo and watched Megan serving the leching customers so my mind went to a scene in that novel. As it did, I visualised me saying to her.

"You go into the rest room, I will be there soon."

In the novel the girl that suggests that to the stewardess makes her wait longer than she should to build the tension in the other girl. Then just as the stew, Megan, was beginning to think the younger woman, me, was not going through with it there's a knock on the door. She opens the door and the younger woman, me, slips inside. Immediately they kiss and my, the younger woman's hands go straight to Megan's, the stewardesses, bum. They fondle, stroke and caress as the two women, Megan and me kiss. I pull her skirt up to past mid-thigh. She stops me, but I insist and ease it all the way up. I move backwards and look down. She's wearing lacy top hold ups and as I had thought nothing else. And to top it all she has shaved it. I get Megan up onto the ledge beside the sink, pull her legs open and kneeling on the lid on the toilet I bend forward and suck her. It didn't take long to make her cum.

*

DD was not due to arrive in New York until later that evening. 'Around ten and be ready for me' he had instructed me the night before I left for New York.

I had purposefully chosen a flight that went into Newark for I had a cunning plan.

I got through immigration and customs remarkably quickly, which is another reason for avoiding JFK. I collected my Avis car and punched Middleton Township NJ into the satnav that I had ordered, for like most women and I imagine all blondes I cannot read maps. I was quickly and excitingly on my way to Gunnison Beach. I had read about this on the net. Although New Jersey does not permit nudity on its State beaches, as Gunnison, an ex fort to guard New York harbour, god knows from who, is federal land clothes are, as the notices state optional.

Other than in my garden and once in Spain in a deserted area I have not been able to be totally naked, amongst other people who will look at me. When DD had invited me to New York I saw that was my chance. I stopped at the first supermarket I came to outsider Newark and bought a beach bag, some bottled water, a sandwich and a large bathing towel. I went to the rest room and slipped into a white bikini the panties of which had a tie on either side. I had chosen that as it is far easier to remove than shoving them down your legs and off your feet. I asked the check out lady the way to Gunnison Beach and she gave me a stern look.

"You sure you want Gunnison honey?"

"Yes ma'am I am" I replied feeling a little embarrassed at the way she looked at me. Despite her evident disdain for the place, she gave me the necessary directions and twenty minutes or so later I pulled into the car park.

I was nervous as I walked past the sign that explains that 'nudity may be encountered past this point.' That made my heart beat faster. That was not just at the prospect of flashing myself to other people, but also at the thought of what I would see. Again I mulled over the exhibitionist/voyeur conflict. I wondered whether the motivations, or whatever they were, that made me want to expose myself sexually to others were the same as those that made me interested in seeing others. I giggled as I walked past the sign as I thought to myself that both exhibitionism and voyeurism were really quite bisexual, well to me they were, as I was as interested in seeing and being seen by women as I was by men.

As I wandered onto the quite crowded beach, I felt like Dracula would have done in a blood bank. There were nude bodies everywhere, walking, sitting, lying, playing ball and throwing frisbees. Being mid-afternoon it was hot and there were lots of people standing, lying, sitting and swimming in the sea. Many were in pairs, some in groups, but most seemed to be loners like me. As I walked slowly across the beach as surreptitiously as possible ogling the crowd my mind began so swim with pleasure. I saw the firmness of men's bums as they moved their cocks swinging and looking so tempting. I noticed one or two that looked semi-hard and wondered just how far things went on this amazing beach. As much as I enjoyed the male visions, the female ones came very close. Swinging breasts, sagging breasts, pert breasts, big and small breasts were everywhere. I saw more nipples in that few minutes walk than I had probably seen in my life to date and some were interestingly hardened. Was it my imagination, or hope maybe, that the hardness of nipples correlated locationwise with the firming up of some dicks?

I could feel hundreds of eyes on me as I passed by the sun bathers. It was almost as if they were sizing me up and wondering what was under my blouse and silly, little skirt. It was almost as if I was being ogled at by a multitude of voyeurs. The thought of undressing to full nakedness in front of such an avid and knowledgeable audience thrilled me so much I could have made myself cum so easily right there and then.

The busiest area was near the café so I avoided that and strolled looking as confident as I could, although my entire body was seeming to be shaking with nerves. I saw a gap. It was in the middle two couples on one side, another couple a few metres away and a single guy making up an exciting triangle of nakedness. It seemed perfect for what I wanted; people to flash to, but not get too involved with, after all I would be with my lover in a few hours.

I went to the middle of that triangle and stopped. I looked at the three couples and received nods and smiles and nice leers from the men and one of the women, a fiftyish blonde with big, saggy tits, but gorgeous legs. I looked at the single guy last and we both nodded, he smiled, but I did not, I was too nervous, both at simply being there and what I was about to do.

Lying my towel down about eight feet or so from the couples and the single guy with whom I again made eye contact, I put my bag on the towel. Standing and looking around I posed for a moment or two soaking in the sensations of having so many people generally and the single guy particularly looking at me. It was an awesome feeling.

With fumbling fingers, I opened the buttons on the blouse and slowly removed it. I folded it and, bending at the waist knowing full well that would afford some watchers a clear view up my skirt, momentarily wishing that I had done that when I had the chance in the business class lounge at Heathrow for then I was naked under it. Straightening up again I undid the brass button on the skirt and eased the zip down. Opening up the front of it and holding onto the waistband I pushed it down my legs and stepped out of it. Another ninety degree bend at the waist and the skirt joined my top in my recently acquired beach bag. Looking around and at first totally ignoring you, I was pleased to see so many people looking at me in the brief, white bikini, which intentionally did not hide much of my body that was tingling with anticipation.

Suddenly I looked at the single guy and held his gaze. I was pleased to see it was roaming up and down my body.

"Lovely weather" I said.

"Yes beautiful" he agreed.

We talked about the traffic, but I did not mention that I had just flown in from the UK. He seemed a nice enough guy to share a nude beach with I said to myself almost giggling. I guessed that he was probably a little older than DD's forty-four, but no more than fifty. He had gingerish, greying, quite long hair and grey 'stylish stubble' on his face and round his lips; he looked cool, a bit of a hippy I thought. About six feet and well-built he was reasonably, but not overly muscular and had a good physique with little or no excess flab that I could see and he was well hung.

"I'm here on a short vacation" I said, reaching behind my back.

"Staying in New York?" He asked as I, as casually as I could undid my bra and slid it off.

I caught his eye as he looked at my breasts. He gave a slight nod as if to say 'nice' and watched, seemingly transfixed as I undid the ties on either side of the panties. Opening my legs a little way I pulled the bikini panties through them and off and dropped them in the bag. Now naked in front of so many people I felt light-headed as I looked around. I was rather surprised at first that not too many people seemed that concerned at what I felt was my superflash, but then of course there was bareness and flashing everywhere. Despite that, I felt fantastic as I sat down on my towel on started to apply my sun cream.

"You have missed a bit" he suddenly said making me jump.

"Have I?"

"Yes on your back."

"Oh that's fortunate that it wasn't somewhere er, um more sensitive" I said.

He smiled. "I don't know."

We both laughed. "Would you help me then please?" I asked.

"Sure" he said getting up and walking over to me seemingly totally oblivious to his nudity. 

That made me wonder whether he was at the beach as a poser or a looker. However, that did not really matter for as I was beginning to conclude they were intrinsically linked and I, certainly, was there as both.

The feel of his hands on my back gently smoothing the cream into my skin was as sensual an experience as I could remember. I knew that it was a combination of the build-up to it, the location, the audience and our mutual nudity as much as the skill with which he touched me. That said, as he took what seemed ages to apply the screen we were lovers. Ok we were odd lovers making an odd type of love and having an odd type of sex, but nonetheless that stranger became my lover.

Eventually, after we finished our bout of odd lovemaking he returned to his towel and I laid on my front. As he had walked the few feet back his towel my heart started to pound harder when I saw that he was hardening.

I read my kindle for a while as he looked at a book. We had no contact other than some sly glances for a while until he turned on his front and I onto my back. I sat up and drew my knees up and saw that his face was pointing straight at me. I knew instinctively what he was hoping to see for it was precisely what I wanted to show to him and any other interested party. Strangely, despite the number of people on the beach, it was as if he and I were moving into our own bubble, making our own type of love completely ignorant of, though appreciating the voyeuristic involvement of the others.

Looking right into the stranger's eyes, then turning away and looking at two guys holding hands. I slightly opened my legs. Not wide or gaping, but enough to show him what we both wanted him to see, my pussy. I felt a stab of acute arousal when I glanced back at him and saw the intent look on his face as he very obviously stared at me. 'He's staring at my cunt' filled my mind, the c word seeming so appropriate for the moment.

I felt a grin forming on my face as I watched him stand up. Although he by no means had a full erection he was certainly hardening and had taken the wise course of making for the water. I watched him swim out a way then turn parallel to the beach and swim away from me. I was tempted to swim myself, but as that would mean reapplying the sun cream, I could not be bothered. Naked, I walked through the throng of people accepting their stares and enjoying mine as I viewed the sights. I was back on my towel when I saw him making his way back to his. I saw a few women and men glancing at him and clearly admiring his body and man's tackle and that, for some daft reason made me feel jealous; 'he was mine to have visual sex with' I was thinking.

He walked straight towards me his nicely shaped cock almost swinging from side to side, if that was possible, in a 'look at me way.' As he passed the couples, groups and individuals most along with me did just that. It really was quite a blast being able to unashamedly and with no guilt or worries look at guys' cocks and bodies.

As he got closer to me, his gaze met mine a few times as I alternated mine between his face and his 'big swinging dick' as I thought of it. He stood by his towel ostensibly, I guessed to let the sun dry him, but deep down I knew he was doing it for the same reason I had when I undressed earlier, to be seen. I could only envy the feelings he was experiencing as people from as close as me to many yards away took in the scene.

Presumably, now dry, he sat and applied more sun cream. I couldn't help saying as he finished.

"You have missed a bit" and offered to return his earlier favour. 

Standing up, I applied it from the middle of his back downwards. His body felt good to my fingers. However, I had to restrain myself from turning the application into a caress and from slipping my hands round to his more interesting front. I had to restrict myself to slipping a finger a slight way into the crease of his bum and then giving that a playful smack.




She Wore It Well - A Reprise



He took the cream back from me and again in a most confident way with not the slightest hint of embarrassment he applied the cream to exactly the two places I had wanted to cover, his cock and balls. Standing just a foot or two from a man who is rubbing those intimate places ranks well up amongst the most erotic sights I have ever seen. 

We both had our own territory, our towels and he invited me onto his to share some cheese and crackers. That created another situation that was both odd and so very, very intimate. Moving into his territory and onto his towel suggested something, but I couldn't say what. However, it also ranked well up there on my all time list of erotic happenings.

I was getting a little worried at my resistance. I had no idea how far people went on beaches like this, but looking around I couldn't see any out and out sexual activities and certainly I could not see anyone actually fucking. 

"I'm going to the café, like a beer?" I asked getting up.

As I shimmied across the beach in my glorious nudity I was realising to myself that at that moment if he had grabbed me and rolled on top of me I would, without a shadow of a doubt, let him fuck me. And that would be another first for I have not had sex with a man whose name I do not know!

I sat on his towel as we drank the beers and ate the snacks. Coincidentally maybe, but more likely purposefully we adopted similar positions. Sitting upright, our knees drawn up and our legs slightly parted we did not say much, but again we enjoyed our own version of making love by fucking each other with our eyes. My nipples, I noticed were now rock hard, but that did not worry me as I had seen that on loads of women. The dampness between my legs was a bit of a worry though and I did wonder how he would cope as my eyes enjoyed seeing his dick thicken and grow. We did not, though, do anything overtly sexual and even as our bodies responded to the other, we continued with our silent, non-physical lovemaking.

We chatted now in a more relaxed way. We talked about some of the sights on the beach, the good the bad and the ugly and agreed that we were closet nudists, but were not brave enough to say that we were exhibitionist and/or voyeurs. Admitting to being a nudist was as far as either was prepared to go.

We continued chatting as we had a swim and waded in the shallow turf before walking back side by side to our towels. I knew we were being stared at, but now for a different reason. As we say in the UK I had been pulled or as others might term it, picked up. However, that did not go as far as moving onto his towel as much as I would have liked that. He laid on that on his back and went to sleep. I put my sun glasses on and returned to my Kindle. It was probably no more than twenty minutes when I had been making coy glances at his body that I had yet another almightily erotic experience. I watched fascinated as in his sleep his cock, firstly twitched a few times and then amazingly began to grow until it was fully erect. Momentarily, I envisaged kneeling beside him lifting it gently in my hands and sucking him until he shot his load. I was wondering if I could do that without waking him when he stirred. He woke and acted quickly by turning onto his front as and, at the same time looking at me. It was obvious that I had been looking and I did not try to hide it, but smiled encouragingly at him. I nearly said thanks for the show, but resisted that.

Somehow, he made it into the water without too many people noticing, but I did see the two gays off to our left sit up and take notice. 

When he returned we again stared at each other. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was nearly six and time to go. I didn't want to. I wanted to continue playing and showing. There were less people round us now and we again took up our knees raised, legs open positions as we visually started to make love. I ran my fingertips over my bullet hard nipples. He slid his across his flat stomach. I tentatively cupped my breast loving both the feel of that and his eyes on me. He ran his fingers down into his pubes and I did the same. I touched my wetness and he cupped his balls. I wanted more and was sure he did too, but that was not possible. That did not and could not happen with the type of sex we were enjoying.

Wordlessly we got up and gathered our things together. We walked side by side, naked back to the sign beside which there were shared showers and changing rooms. We showered in separate cubicles with me half expecting and hoping that he would come into my cubicle and fuck me, but of course he didn't. Our eyes hardly left the other as we dried ourselves and got dressed. I was sure that he noted I did not put any underwear on under the white blouse and short skirt.

We walked out to the car park. We got to his first and we stopped. We looked at each other. 

"Hi I'm Tom" he said holding his hand out.

"Hello I am Sammi" I said shaking it.

"Pleased to meet you."

"Me too."

"Hope to see you here again."

"And I hope to see you and be seen here again" I said turning and walking away without a backward look.



*

DD arrived at the Marriott Marquis on Times Square at just after ten. 

After dropping the Avis car off a couple of blocks away, I had checked in around eight. The short walk and the ride up in the elevator to the upstairs lobby had given me a few kicks for I was still naked under the thin blouse and short skirt. Our room was on the thirty-second floor and we had a great view up Broadway.

I bathed, messed around with my hair and, knowing that I had him all night and we would not have to worry about a 'titless bitch smell examination' I put some make up and perfume on. Other than that and the long, black, lacy-topped hold ups I wore nothing else as I waited for him sipping a glass of Chardonnay.

I dimmed most of the lights, but left the table lamp in the window on full. He rang from the lobby.

"I'm here, I will right up " he said.

"I will be waiting" I replied.

"Going to excite me?" He asked.

"You bet" I replied.

I went to the floor to ceiling window and looked out. I could see people in buildings opposite on Broadway, I assumed one was a hotel but some were clearly offices with the lights still on and a few people about. I could not tell if they were looking at the Marriott and if they were, whether they would be able to see me, but their mere presence gave me a tremendous buzz.

I heard the door open, which surprised me as I did not think that he would have key card. I didn't turn, but continued looking out the window. He came up behind me, put his arms round me, cupped my breasts and kissed my neck.

"Hi Sammi"

"Good to feel you DD" I whispered as I pushed back against his hard on.

"And you" he replied as I turned. "Mmm you look good" he went on looking up and down my near naked body.

I kissed him on the lips for a while then broke it and said. "Stand still and do nothing."

I slid his dark blue, linen jacket off and undid the buttons on his shirt. I pushed that off as well. I quickly had his belt and zip undone and I pushed his trousers down. He stepped out of them. Fortunately, he was not wearing socks and he slid his loafers off. We kissed again, this time my arms going round his neck and his hands gripping and squeezing the cheeks of my bottom. I moved away and got my hand inside his CK Y fronts and pulled his familiar, fully swollen cock out. Somehow, his CKs slid down and we stood in the window naked and embracing.

"Reckon anyone can see?" He asked.

"I couldn't give a fuck if they can, could you?"

"You know full well I don't give a damn" he replied as I turned and leaned forward against the window with my straightened arms supporting me. 

I thrust my bum out and opened my legs. DD moulded his body round mine, his cock nestling in the crease of my bottom, one hand squeezing my tits and nipples the other finding and rubbing my clit. He took his hand from my tits and held his cock. He pressed it against my lips.

"Ready Sam?"

"Yes, fuck me here where anyone can see us" I sighed.



She Wore It Well - Another Day



She was about to cum. I recognized that look. Her eyes were wide open but not seeing, her mouth was wide open but soundless. And of course her legs were wide open, with one hand rubbing away at her clit.

I was right there too. My cock was about to burst. Another pump or two and I was going to blow my load.

I'm not sure who came first but it was close. Either her orgasmic moans pushed me over the line or my load shooting out pushed her over.

Some moments of silence while we caught our breath. 

"Hey you!" she said "Better than ever!" 

"Sure was babe" I replied "Got time for another?"

She laughed, and then I joined her, as we both knew that we had neither the time nor energy for a repeat performance.

"Are we still on for the beach on Saturday?"

"Of course! I should be there by 10:00."

"Great. You'll recognize my umbrella?"

"Yep -- I'll find you. Don't start without me."

"Ah, you're no fun!"

"So, same time tomorrow night?" 

"Sounds good. Same Bat-time same Bat-channel."

"Great! See you then."

We logged off. Skype is an excellent application for long distance sex.

She was Vicki. We met at the clothing optional beach earlier that summer. That meeting was basically a lesson in exhibitionism. We were strangers but made a game out of showing ourselves. Since then we had connected online and frequently had 'Skype-sex' with each other. We had grand plans to meet up again at the beach, but we could never get the timing right. Finally we got it together and had made plans for Labor Day weekend, the last hurrah of summer. It was bound to be interesting as, beside a quick blow job at the end of that beach day, we haven't had any physical contact. We have watched each other masturbate numerous times, so I knew every hair on Vicki's pussy by sight and could recognize the sound of her orgasms. By the end of this weekend I hoped to know her using my other senses; by touch, by smell and by taste.

Even though I knew much more about Vicki since our first encounter, I realized that there were a lot of things about her that were still a mystery. I was sure that she was an exhibitionist, as well as a voyeur, but was our mutual show on the beach the first time for her? Was it only because she was swept up into the thrill of it that she did it? I know that it was a mutual experience; I couldn't tell you who starting showing first. And I do know that the wonderful blow job that she gave me in the parking lot was unsolicited. And even though we had watched each other on Skype, would Vicki be up for the same game as last time? Would she be up for anything more?

That day at the beach was a first for me. I'd fantasized about something like that happening but had never really expected it to come true. I think we both just needed that extra push to take our exhibitionism to the next level; we pushed each other.

So on Saturday morning I packed up my cooler and loaded it into the car along with my umbrella, some towels, and a folding chair. I had sunscreen and a book in my backpack. Since the last visit I had bought a windscreen, something new for me. It set up easily with stakes into the sand and not only offered some protection from the wind, but also a bit of privacy. There were a lot of beach goers that used these, I never had. The one that I had bought was only a couple of feet high. Anybody walking by could easily glance down into it, but as long as you were lying down you did have some privacy. Of course I didn't need a bathing suit, and as usual I went commando under my shorts. I had about a two hour drive, so I got an early start. Being a holiday weekend I was pretty sure that the beach was going to be more crowded than usual. 

On the way down to the shore I couldn't stop thinking about what the day would bring; thinking with my mind and with my dick. I drove most of the way with a semi, and I'd be lying if I told you that I never touched myself on the drive.

Surprisingly there was not that much traffic and I got to the beach in record time. There were some cars in the lot but not that many. As I walked onto the beach I scoped out possible areas to set up. I found an area that was pretty open, around the same spot as the previous visit, so I set up the umbrella, my chair and laid out a couple of towels. I set up the windscreen in a semi-circle around the umbrella and towels, with the opening facing the shore. I then stripped down, put my clothes into my backpack and settled into the chair, watching and waiting, and wondering what the day would be like.

Looking around I saw a couple that looked somewhat familiar. I think that they had been 'neighbors' from the last visit. They were middle aged and in pretty good shape. And, based on their tan lines, or lack thereof, they were regular visitors. We caught eye contact. I acknowledged them and the man remarked that it looks like it's going to be a great day. I smiled and said I think it will be. The woman smiled back and winked. I wondered if they recognized me from that previous time and if so, had they seen Vicki and I playing our showing game. I was so caught up watching and showing with Vicki that I hadn't really been aware of what others could have seen. Either way, what's done is done. The introduced themselves as Bill and Janet, and we shared some pleasant conversation about the weather, local sports, etc., before we all just went back to enjoy a relaxing beach day.

Not that much later, as I was still checking out the sights, I thought I saw Vicki arriving. The beach is very wide from the entrance to the shore, so I couldn't be sure it was her at first. As she walked closer I could see it was her. She was dressed pretty much the same as before, in a T and cutoffs, with her auburn hair tied back under a baseball cap. I knew by now that she was 24, and even though I hadn't been blown away by her beauty the very first time I saw her, over the weeks I had grown to appreciate how very attractive she was. I liked the whole package that was Vicki. She wore it well.

She was scanning the beach looking for me, so I stood up and waved to her. She saw me, waved back and started in my direction. It was then that I realized that she wasn't alone. There was another girl walking with her. A sister or a friend? I didn't know if she had a sister; we have never talked about our families.

Vicki came right up and gave me a hug and a kiss. As we embraced I knew she could feel my dick against her. She whispered into my ear "Mmm... happy to see me?" "Can't you tell?" I whispered back. Then she introduced me to Sandy, her cousin. I gave Vicki a glance that could have been interpreted as "Why didn't you tell me?" Vicki explained the Sandy's family was visiting for the holiday. I tried to hide my disappointment. I know, being on a nude beach with two women isn't the worst thing that could have happened, but it was not the way I had envisioned the day to be.

As I welcomed her to the beach and invited them into my 'camp' I took notice of Sandy. She had similar hair color, but other than that there was no real family resemblance. She was a bit shorter and probably younger than Vicki. She was also more meatier than Vicki, and a real stunner. Her breasts and butt seemed bigger than Vicki, but since she was wearing a big oversized T shirt, it was hard to tell. I assumed that I'd be seeing more of her. I also saw her give me a quick checking over while Vicki was unpacking her stuff. Nothing lewd, but she did sneak a glance. I couldn't tell if she was embarrassed about seeing me naked, but it didn't matter. I wasn't about to let her spoil my day.

Once settled in, Vicki stripped out of her clothes. She had a bikini on, and kept that on while she folded and packed away her cutoffs and T shirt. I'm pretty sure she was doing this for my pleasure, as she caught me staring. She also glanced down at my dick, now starting to get active, and smiled. Staring me down, she removed her bikini. As she packed it away, she bent down in front of me, knowing the view she was providing me. Her labia ring caught the light. Nice....

Sandy also started to disrobe. She wore a more modest two piece suit. And I was right about her body. She had a much bigger set than Vicki, but not so big that they were sloppy, if you know what I mean. And her butt was also much more bubblier (is that a word?). I think I was right about her being embarrassed, as that was as far as she undressed. I can't say I wasn't disappointed, but a lot of the people that come to the beach don't go totally naked. And while it might be incongruous for two of us to be naked and the third not, Sandy was not on my radar and I didn't really care as long as I could play with Vicki.

No sooner had we settled down when Sandy asked where the bathroom was. Now, I usually used the ocean, duh, but there was a restroom back at the entrance. A long walk, but Sandy headed that direction.

Once she was out of range Vicki explained the situation. She knew that Sandy's family was coming to visit, but she had hoped she would be able to slip away for the day. Sandy had figured out where she was going and wanted to go with her. Without explaining a lot more than she wanted to explain, she agreed to let her come. On the drive down she figured that she had better let Sandy know more about the beach, so she explained about it being clothing optional, with 'optional' being emphasized. Sandy had asked her if she was going to get naked and she had said of course, that's the reason that I choose this beach, but just because I am doesn't mean you have to. Sandy said she'd have to play it by ear.

"Did you tell Sandy about me?" I asked Vicki. She said that yes, she was going to meet a friend there. "Anything more?" I asked. "Nope" she replied with a wicked wink. "How well do you know your cousin?" "We used to be closer when we were kids," she said, "but we really haven't kept in touch over the past couple of years, except for the annual visit." "She's grown up pretty nicely, don't you think?" she asked me. I replied "I think she definitely fills out that suit nicely, but I prefer her cousin." "Oh! Bonus points for you being so diplomatic." I asked her "What do those bonus points get me?" "Well, how about some sunscreen for starters?" Of course that was fine with me.

She started applying the sunscreen to her arms and legs. While she watched me watching, she started rubbed some onto her tits and belly. She rubbed some all around, but not into her pussy, making sure all of her tender parts were taken care of. Smiling back at me, she then handed me the tube and turned around. I put some lotion into my hands and started on her shoulders and down her back. I didn't stop when I reached her ass, just lingering there a bit longer than necessary. I also did a quick reach-around to make sure her breasts were completely covered, making extra sure that those nipples weren't going to get burned. I noticed then that our neighbors Bill and Janet were watching us. We weren't really doing anything that could get us kicked off of the beach (yet), but we did have those two extra sets of eyes checking us out. "Game on!" I thought to myself.

Done for the moment with Vicki, I started applying the sunscreen. It was pretty much the same as our previous meeting, with the motto 'Do unto others ...' being the phrase of the day. I applied the lotion to my arms and legs, and, while I watched Vicki watching, to my dick. It was getting hard, but not yet full blown. Smiling, Vicki said that it looks so much better in person than on her computer monitor. "I'll take that as a compliment." I said with a grin, and handed her the tube.

As I had done to her she covered my back and worked her way down to my ass. She also lingered there a bit and did her own version of a reach around. She worked her hand down between my butt cheeks and brushed up against my balls. Not an accidental touch of course but still nothing that would get us kicked off of the beach. I glanced over at Bill and Janet. They were watching. Bill had a newspaper that he was pretending to read, but Janet was much less discrete. Her eyes were locked onto Vicki's hand and my cock. I leaned back into Vicki and whispered that it looks like we have some admirers. She looked over at Janet, smiled, and reached up a bit to give my dick a quick tug.

What I didn't see was that Sandy had returned from her excursion. I'm not sure how much she had seen, but we broke contact and started to get comfortable. "You had better put some of this on." Vicki said to Sandy, and handed her the lotion. After she did her front and as much of her back as she could reach, she asked Vicki if she missed any spots. She said that her back wasn't completely covered, took the lotion from her and tossed it to me. "A man's work is never done." I said, which brought the first giggle from Sandy. I stood up and started to rub some lotion onto her back, working around the bathing suit straps. She stopped me for a moment. "This seems kind silly, doesn't it?" referring to her still being fully 'decent'. I said that yes, it does, but the saying here is 'As bare as you dare'. She giggled again, and then asked me to unhook her bikini. "My pleasure." I said, but although I was interested in seeing more of her, it was Vicki that I really wanted to focus on. I helped Sandy take her top off and finished applying the lotion to her back. I ended with my (now customary) smack on the butt, saying "all done!" 

I thought this was a good moment for the girls to meet our neighbors, so I got their attention and introduced the girls to Bill and Janet. They both got up and walked over to shake hands. I took a better look at Janet's nakedness, and noticed that Vicki and Sandy both quickly checked out Bill as well. This happens all the time at this beach. While it is definitely impolite to stare, it's hard not to notice people's bodies, especially when there are right there in front of you. So I noticed that Janet sported a full bush, not unkempt, and good size tits that had just a bit of a sag to them. Good for her age I thought. And I did notice that Bill had a bigger than average flaccid member, with low hanging balls. I didn't want to think about how that would look when he was up and running.

Pleasantries exchanged, we settled back down behind our windscreen. Due to the location of the opening and where Bill and Janet were set up, we had a partial view of them. And now I could also take a good look at Sandy's tits. While they were definitely full size, they did not sag at all. Her nipples were pink and her breasts were pale white. I spoke up and said you had better take care of those, motioning to those twin peaks, She giggled again (which I was getting use to now), and applied some lotion to them. Again, fun to watch but it was Vicki that I was there to play with.

So I turned my attention to the lovely, naked lady who was lying face down next to me. I admired her shapely legs which went all the way up and made an ass. From my angle I could see just a bit between her legs, a sight I knew I would never tire of. I continued my tour up her back and could just see the sides of her breasts against the towel. Continuing up, I was surprised to see that she had raised her head up and was watching me. Keeping eye contact, she very slowly, spread her legs open a bit. She watched me as my eyes went back down there. I glanced over to Sandy, who was now also lying face down with her face turned away from us, so, looking back into Vicki's eyes, I spread my legs to fully expose my hardening dick. Vicki looked at it, them back into my eyes and, with that wicked smile, licked her lips. So I guess this was the game we were going to play today - see and be seen. I could live with that, but wanted to see if we could take it any further.

I decided to test the ocean water, partially because it was getting hot out and partially to cool myself down. I stood up and headed out towards the shoreline. I had to pass close to Bill and Janet. Bill seemed to still be absorbed in the newspaper, but Janet was watching my every move. I gave a polite nod of the head to her, ducking my eyes down her body just enough for her to know I was checking her out. I think she checked out my semi as well, and I could feel her eyes burning a hole in my ass as I walked past.

The water was cool and refreshing. As is my habit, I went out a bit then turned and swam parallel to the shore. I went down the shoreline a bit until I could see that I was in the gay section of the beach. Not officially marked as such of course, but it was understood that the far end of the beach, closest to the wildlife reserve, was where the guys that liked guys hung out, literally and figuratively. So I turned and headed back. 

As I got closer to where I started I saw that the girls had come out as well. They didn't seem to know where I was, so when I got close enough I ducked under the water. The plan was to give Vicki a quick goose, but I ended up grabbing Sandy's ass instead. I knew it as soon as I did -- it was fuller and she still had her bathing suit bottoms on, I surfaced and tried to apologize, but what could I say? She was giggling, so I just said "Oops! Wrong ass!" and quickly ducked under to give Vicki the same treatment. Sandy was loosening up, which I was glad to see. We all three played in the surf for a while longer until Sandy said she was going back to the site. I was a bit distracted, watching her walking away, and lost track of where Vicki was. Then I felt her hand close around my dick. I had gone completely flaccid in the water, but the warmth of her hand immediately started the reversal. She had swum underwater over to me and when she surfaced she kept her hand on my dick. We were in chest high water, so from the shore nobody could probably tell that anything was going on. Vicki then released me, but leaned back into the water and wrapped her legs around my waist. We weren't talking, just enjoying the motion of the ocean. I supported her body with one hand on her ass, and with the other hand I rubbed my now hard dick against her pussy. I could feel her ring, and gave it a little tug. She gasped, opened her eyes and stared right into me. I continued to rub against her and tug on the ring. She closed her eyes and gave a little shudder. I recognized that look. I waited until she calmed down and said "You're welcome." which brought her back down to earth and made her laugh. She unhooked her legs and told me that she'd figure out a way to repay me. She started to go back to shore and I told her that I had to wait a bit before I got out. She smiled, understanding the situation I was in.

As I was cooling off, I saw that Janet and Bill were standing together on the shore. As Vicki passed them, she stopped to talk to them. I couldn't hear what they were saying but there were smiles all around. By the time I was ready to get out, Bill and Janet had wondered off down the shoreline, hand in hand.

I don't use a towel to dry off. I prefer to air dry. So when I got back to our settlement I just put my sunglasses back on and stood up, checking out the beach. It was getting a bit crowded, but since I had staked out our area in advance, we still had a good amount of privacy. There was another naked couple close to us, but behind us, behind our windscreen, and two couples off to the other side. They were much younger, probably in the middle teens. The guys were naked but the girls still were dressed; one in shorts and a t shirt and the other in a bikini. I imagined that the guys were trying to convince them to get naked. Good luck with that.

Standing there I hadn't really thought about the view I was giving to the girls. They were lying down on their backs so the both could look up at me. Surprisingly Vicki had her eyes closed but Sandy was checking me out. I glanced down at her as well and saw that her suit bottom, when wet, was showing a nice camel toe. I just smiled at her and eventually sat down. I got a beer out of my cooler and offered something to drink to each of them. They accepted... I should have brought more beer. I asked Vicki what she was talking about with Bill and Janet. She replied "They said it looked like I was enjoying myself out there." I smiled and Sandy looked at us. I could tell she didn't know what we were talking about.




She Wore It Well - Another Day



When I was dry I sat in my chair under the umbrella and tried to read some of my book. I say tried because at this beach I was never very successful at getting any reading done. Too many distractions. I saw that Bill and Janet were walking back. I offered them a beer as well. Janet said no thanks, she had some wine, but Bill accepted. I should have brought more beer.

After a while Sandy got up and said she was going to explore the beach. Neither Vicki nor I volunteered to go with her, which seemed fine with her. As soon as she left Vicki rolled over towards me. I decided to get on my towel next to her. We were now out of sight of most of the others on the beach, under the windscreen, but I noticed that Bill and Janet had re arranged their chairs a bit so that they now had a clear view of us. I decided it was time to play.

"Can you give me a hand here?" I whispered to Vicki. She turned and saw that I had the lotion out again. "I need to reapply." "My pleasure!" she replied. I rolled over onto my stomach and she started. As she got to my butt I purposely let out a moan, loud enough that Bill and Janet could hear, and spread my legs. Vicki got up close to me and whispered "Oh, you like that?" I quietly replied "Yes, of course I do, but I'm also thinking of putting on a little show for our neighbors." I saw in her eyes that she understood. She started rubbing lotion onto my ass and reached under to get my balls covered. I spread my legs further, giving Bill and Janet a direct view. Vicki told me to roll over. I did, knowing that I was already hard from her ball playing. She seemed to ignore my hard on while she applied lotion to my chest. When she got to my nipples she gave them each a little twist and my cock lurched up. I snuck a glance to our new friends and saw that they were watching, but trying to be discrete. I also looked to see if anybody else could see me. Only people coming out of the water and heading towards us could see, so for the moment the coast was clear. Vicki then went right for my dick, saying that she owed me this one. I smiled and closed my eyes while she oiled me up and started jacking me off. 

Now, she had given me a blow job once before, and we had masturbated for each other online, but this was really the first time she had handled me. She knew from our online sessions that I can hold off for a good long time, but she didn't want that today. Nor did I. As she jacked me off she started talking softly but loud enough for our neighbors to hear. "Are you going to cum for me now? I want to see you cum. Give me some of that." I've always gotten off when my partner is vocal like that and this time was no exception. It didn't take long, and she seemed to know when I was close. She moved her head down close to my dick and when I started to cum she caught some of my semen in her mouth. She continued to work on me until I was drained. Then, oh my God, she turned directly to Bill and Janet. They were not being discrete at all now. Vicki opened her mouth and spit some of my cum into her hands, then spread her legs and rubbed it on her pussy. Bill and Janet eventually both smiled. Bill gave us a thumbs up, but Janet seemed a bit shell shocked. Vicki got a hand towel from my pack and wiped me off, then finished off the rest of her beer and laid back down. I leaned over her and gave her a long lingering kiss while I rubbed that cum around her pussy. Checking to see that the coast was still clear I inserted a finger in her. This was a first, and it immediately got a moan out of her. I inserted another finger and used my thumb on her clit -- I knew she liked this as it was the way she jacked herself off. It didn't take long before she starting thrashing around a bit. She covered my hand with hers and together we got her off. As she calmed down, I looked over and saw that Janet had one hand on her breast and the other in Bill's lap. I let Vicki know and she sat up to watch. We couldn't see exactly what was going on; they were trying not to be as obvious as we were. But we soon saw Bill stiffen up, so we assumed he was taken care of.

We got up and took a swim to wash off. The walk to the water was interesting, as Vicki's pussy was obviously a mess. There was cum in her landing strip and her lips were swollen, extended and red. My dick was flaccid now, but it had also obviously been given a workout. We got some strange looks form the people was passed on the way.

By the time we got back to our towels Sandy had returned. She was lying face down and was now bare ass naked. Vicki and I smiled and Vicki said "Well it's about time!" Sandy looked up, smiled, and said "This is a bare as I dare." We all laughed. It was good to see that Sandy was loosening up a bit.

I opened up the cooler to get something to drink and a snack. I had packed some fruit, cheese and crackers. So we had a little picnic, the three of us naked and happy. When Sandy sat up I saw that, unlike Vicki, she was totally shaved. Vicki of course noticed as commented on that, saying "That looks so comfortable. I've never totally shaved like that but have always wondered if it feels as smooth as it looks." Sandy was taken aback for a moment, then replied that she thinks it feels great and her boyfriends have said so to. Then Vicki shocked both of us by asking if she could feel it. Was my Vicki a little bi? But Sandy, surprising me, took it in stride, scooted over and said ok. Vicki reached down and glided her hand over her pussy. Sandy watched as Vicki explored all around her pussy, but did not enter. Vicki said "Oh my, that does feel so smooth. But you'd better get some lotion on that." Before Sandy could respond I had the lotion out and moved over towards her. She looked me in the eyes and said "OK, I don't want to burn." And with that I started to run my hand over her pussy as well, again just on the outside. I don't want to say I was clinical about it, but my goal wasn't to make her cum. At least not then.

Vicki took the lotion from me and told Sandy to roll over. She did her back and her ass, and even gave her the reach around move that she had done with me. Sandy gave a little jerk, so I'm guessing that Vicki had hit her clit.

Even though I had just recently cum, I started to get hard again. Not wanting to carry it any further with Sandy, I rolled onto my stomach and closed my eyes.

I must have dozed off. 

When I woke up Vicki was still there, but had rolled over onto her side facing away from me. Sandy was sitting over with Bill and Janet. They were drinking and talking, but not loud enough for me to hear.

I decided to take the game up a notch.

I slid over and spooned up against Vicki. She must have been sleeping because it took her awhile to respond. Making sure that we could be seen Sandy and the neighbors, I started massaging her tits while kissing her neck. I've watched her play with herself many times so I had a good idea of what turned her on. So I did as she always did, and avoided the nipples at first, just tenderly touching everything but. Then I slid one hand lower, just to where her landing strip started. Again, as I had seen her do so many times, I ran my fingers thru her pubic hair, gently pulling at it a bit. By now she was fully awake -- I had her undivided attention. Nuzzling her neck I whispered softly "We're going to fuck right here, right now." She moaned her approval. "And we're going show our audience how it's done." Another moan.

I glanced over at the neighbors. Bill and Sandy we deep in conversation and hadn't noticed us yet, but Janet was unabashedly watching. Nothing discrete there.

I moved my hand lower, toying with her labial ring. I know she likes this and it usually seems to get her off, but I wanted to prolong this, so I only lightly twisted it. My upper hand had finally found her nipple, and I twisted it in time with the ring.

I was rock hard and poking into her ass as I dropped my hand lower still and slid my palm over her pussy. I just held it there, cupping her with some solid pressure. Finally I slid my middle finger in while keeping the pressure on her lips. Vicki shuddered a bit and let out a moan, perhaps a little too loud.

I paused and looked around. The couple behind us probably heard Vicki's moaning, but because of the windscreen they couldn't see anything. Our closer neighbors had all noticed us by now. Janet had one hand discretely cupped on her own breast and the other hand between her legs. If anyone had noticed her, they probably wouldn't have realized that she was playing with herself. Sandy had one hand on Bill's thigh. The look on her face was priceless; she looked like she might be in shock. Bill on the other hand knew exactly what was going on and I could see that his dick was well on its way.

I scooted my body lower and lifted Vicki's upper leg over mine. This opened her up enough for me to get the shaft of my dick rubbing up against her slit. "Are you ready for this?" I whispered to her. She responded by reaching down and guided my dick right into her. The feeling was beyond anything I had ever felt before, likely due to all of the buildup. She pushed back a bit and I was fully in her. We didn't move for a while, just savored the feeling and the naughtiness of what we were doing. 

I turned Vicki around a bit so that she could see our watchers as well. Janet was still busy tending to herself, but when she saw us watching she took her hand out of her crotch, licked her fingers, and put her hand back down. Bill had maneuvered Sandy's hand onto his dick. He had a towel slightly covering himself, but I could see that she was jacking him off. Her eyes never left us; it looked like she didn't even realize what she was doing. Bill, of course, knew.

As we watched our watchers I slowly started to pump in and out of Vicki's sweet snatch. She met each push with a push back, and kept her hands busy. One was still on her breast pulling at her nipples and the other was still in her crotch. That hand was keeping me in her when I pulled back, as well as playing with her clit. The friction of her hand on my dick and her pussy around my dick was almost too much to bear. I really wanted to roll her over and go fast and furious, but we both knew that we had to at least try to not draw too much attention to ourselves.

The little sounds coming out of Vicki were familiar to me; I knew she was close to cumming. "Hang on, here it comes." I told her, perhaps a little too loud. With a final push I finally exploded in her as she moaned, shuddered and had her third orgasm of the day. I don't think I've ever cum as much, or as forceful as I did there on the beach. 

Resting, still inside of her and not really getting much softer, I looked over at the trio. I think Janet had cum, she had that look about her. Perhaps she got off when we did. Sandy was still working on Bills dick. As soon as Bill saw me looking he moved the towel away and pushed Sandy's mouth onto him. He pumped himself off into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine.

I pulled out of Vicki but we stayed spooned for a while longer. I heard someone say "Thank you!" and turned around. The couple behind us was standing up, which allowed them to look right down into our area. I don't know how long they had been standing there. It didn't really matter now. Obviously they enjoyed it: she had her hand draped over his erection. Vicki looked up, smiled and said "Our pleasure!"

Eventually we got up enough strength to get into the water one more time. Bill, Janet and Sandy joined us as we washed off our respective body parts. Back in the sand we finished off our snacks and drinks as a group, in almost total silence. I think everybody was still trying to digest what had happened.

The day was winding down, so we started packing up our gear. Saying our goodbyes to Bill and Janet, we said it was good getting to know them and hoped to see them out again next year. Bill handed me a business card that had his name and number and told me to keep in touch. I assured them that we would. 

As we headed off, Sandy hung back a bit saying goodbye to the neighbors as Vicki and I walked towards the sign that marked the clothing optional area. We got dressed before we crossed over the line. It was almost as sexy watching her getting dressed as watching her getting naked -- almost.

Sandy met up with us as we walked toward the cars. After we loaded up their car, she turned toward me and said "It was certainly great to meet you. Thanks for everything." She hugged me, and gave my dick a little pat. "Maybe we'll do this again next year."

Vicki walked with me back to my car. She turned toward me and gave me a wonderful soulful kiss. "We have got to continue this again and soon, beach or no beach." she said with a smile. I agreed.

We did meet up again later that month. And we planned on a meeting with our newest BFF's Bill and Janet. Another story for another day.