2 comments/ 29047 views/ 6 favorites Toeing the Line By: ManosHands At the beach that I go to there is an imaginary line. It starts about halfway to the shore where there is a sign that reads BEYOND THIS POINT YOU MAY ENCOUNTER NUDE SUNBATHERS. Yes, the beach has a clothing optional side. But it also has a clothing required side. I'm not sure why a clothed person would pick this beach to go to unless they just want to gawk, as there are others beaches at Sandy Hook, New Jersey that do not allow nudity. But Gunnison Beach does. It's funny, but I've seen people that are apparently so bothered by having to wear clothes that they strip down as soon as they cross over that dividing line into the clothing optional side. There is no real line. There are some markers extending from the sign down to the shore line; an imaginary line in the sand. I've been a frequent visitor to this beach since I was old enough to drive. I was 22 at the time of this story. Usually I walk further into the beach and claim a spot well inside the line. But on this day I decided to set up camp fairly close to the line. First things first... I get naked. Then I set up the gear that I always bring: a large beach to lie on, a smaller towel to dry myself off, a beach umbrella, a chair, and a small cooler of beer and snacks. I also always have sun lotion, some reading material, a good sun hat and sunglasses. Before I do anything else I have to apply some sun lotion. I have a fair complexion and burn very easily. So I have to make sure I'm covered, especially the parts that don't get much sun. Who would have thought it's so much fun greasing yourself up? I almost always get a bit of a thrill as I make sure my cock and balls are well protected. Finally, ready to relax, I pop open a beer, sit in the chair under the umbrella and start reading my book. After a while a couple show up on the clothed side, a little in front of me (closer to the shore), about 15 feet or so away. I can hear that he is trying to persuade her to get naked and cross over, but she is having any of that. It looks to me like he knew that the part of the beach was clothing optional (c/o) and she didn't. After he has given up trying to convince her, he asks if she wants to take a walk along the shore. She knows he means on the c/o side, so she says she'll pass, but "Have fun!" She watches him walk away and then notices me. Since I am a bit behind them this might have been the first time she noticed me. I'm 'reading', but put the book down for a second, catch her eye, smile, and go back to reading. I'm positioned in my chair so that she can see all of me. I can see over the top of my book that she is checking me out while pretending to watch her partner walk down the beach. She stands up and I get my first good look at her. She's very attractive, probably somewhere in her late 20's. She has auburn hair tied back, and wearing a small green bikini, filling it out quite nicely. Guessing at her stats I'd say she's about 5 ½ feet tall and weighs 130 (total guess). No idea what her bra size would be but she's got a nice pair and they are packed snugly in the bikini top. She goes for a swim. I'm watching, and as I see her head out of the water I lay down on my back, legs pointed in her general direction. She dries herself off, checking me out but trying to be casual about it. She lays her towel down and gets on it face down, facing in my direction. I am a bit plumped. Eventually I get up, stretch, and re-apply sunscreen, putting on a show by making sure my cock, balls and ass are covered. I sit down and glance over, catching her watching. I smile again and get a smile in return. She unties the back of her bikini, still lying on her stomach. Knowing that I'm watching, she raises up a bit to reach for her water bottle. That move exposes a lot of her breasts, almost to the nipples. I can see where she doesn't have any tan. She takes her time in this pose, looking up to see me watching her. I am getting a bit plumper and she can see that. I spread my legs a bit more and nonchalantly casually reach down and give my cock a glancing stroke, as if I'm just rearranging it. She is still looking at me, but now it's not eye contact. She sits up, using one hand to cover her exposed tits while she takes a drink. One hand isn't enough to cover what she has, but she does manage to cover her nipples. Now I can clearly see places where the sun hasn't hit and the contrast between the tan skin and her milky white breasts is startling. I can feel myself getting a bit more erect. I look around to make sure nobody else is watching. My behavior is definitely not appropriate for a nude beach. She also looks around, and when she realizes that nobody can see her she spreads her legs. Then, looking right at me, she pulls up on her still wet bikini bottom, producing a clearly defined camel toe. Yes, I know that I could have turned around towards the clothing optional beach and seen a good number of completely naked women. But watching her sitting there with her pale breasts almost completely exposed and her pussy barely covered by the small strip of green fabric was far more erotic. Of course I took a good look at her camel toe. From what I could see I'd guess that she was totally shaved; her labia were clearly defined. As my eyes traveled up her body I saw her now blatantly looking at my cock. She looked up and we had eye contact. She nodded her head down towards my cock. I smiled and then gave her a look like "what?" She smiled back and then with her free hand she made the universal hand motion that means jack-off. Ok! I looked around again to make sure the coast was clear. She laid back down on her stomach facing me, raised up a bit so I could see most of her tits, offering a first look at her nipples. It was hard to tell from a distance, but they looked pretty erect. And when she had pulled her suit up, the back had dug in between her ass cheeks, making it look like she was wearing a thong. Most of her smooth white ass was exposed. I reached for the sun tan lotion and squeezed some out onto my cock. Her eyes widened. I started to slowly stroke. Slowly because I was so excited that if I wasn't careful I was going to cum right away. I wanted this to last. After a couple of strokes I gave her a smile and nodded my head down towards her pussy as she had done to me. She understood and rolled over onto her side totally showing me her tits. With one hand she gave a pinch to each nipple. I saw her taking in a sharp breath... hurts so good. She reached down to her covered pussy and dragged her index finger along the outline of her slit. Our eyes were glued to each other's crotch. I was starting to leak some pre-cum. I took a bit with my finger and offered it to her. She smiled and slipped her finger under her suit and apparently into her pussy. She brought a wet shiny finger and offered it to me. Slowly she put the finger into her mouth, sucking off her juices. I did the same with mine. We both went back to the business at hand... jacking and jilling. I was out in the open with no holds barred and she was only slightly more discreet. She was topless, but her bottom was still on, though barely covering anything. She was rubbing herself thru the fabric and, judging by the look on her face, it seemed to be working fine. I was holding back, waiting for a sign that she was close. That sign happened pretty quickly. Instead of rubbing from the outside, she pulled her suit off to one side. I saw a brief glimpse of her pussy; I was correct in guessing that she was shaved. She started fucking herself with two fingers while her thumb massaged her clit. I increased my stroking to match her, but that extra effort put me over the edge. I leaned back into my chair and came hard, my cum landing in the sand around my feet. She was watching, and as I came she clasped her hand tight against her pussy. She closed her eyes as a tremor went thru her body. Eventually she opened her eyes. She gave me a smile and mouthed "Thank you!" I replied by mouthing "No, thank you!" I got up, a bit shaky, and headed down to the shoreline to wash off. She straightened up the bottom of her suit, put her top back on, and also headed towards the water. I swam on my side, clothing optional, and she swam on hers, clothing required. We never got any closer than about 10 feet apart and no words were exchanged, but we did watch each other washing away our indiscretions. I looked back at the shore and saw her partner heading towards us. I caught her eye and nodded in his direction. She saw him and walked up the shoreline to greet him. I watched them walk back to their towels, right past me. I waited until they were settled down before I went back to my chair. I couldn't hear all of their conversation, but from what I heard it sounded like he was still trying to get her to loosen up, to get naked. Looking back at it now I guess she didn't like being told what to do. They packed up shortly thereafter. He led the way off of the beach. Before she caught up with him I saw her doing something in the sand. I waited until they were out of sight before I went over to where they had been sitting. She had written a phone number in the sand, along with the words "Thanks! Text me!" Later of course I did and we eventually got to the point where we exchanging pics of ourselves. That's possibly a story for another day. But that day at the beach -- without any names, without any talking and without any touching -- was one of the most erotic afternoons of my young life. Toeing the Line Dashing to the exercise room Cy was the first to toe the line for morning calisthenics even though he was only an intern. Everyone in the office loved morning calisthenics since it consisted of nothing more than standing on a line for five seconds and bending over to touch your toes once. They could return to their workstations with a completely undeserved sense of accomplishment. In reality it was just a staff meeting that strangely took place in the gym and where everyone took their shoes off. Brian, the owner probably thought it was hip and edgy to have a shoeless staff meeting. Not all of his eccentricities were charming and some of them were downright obnoxious. Cy again went sockless. You might have said he was an exhibitionist if participation hadn't been mandatory. The floor of the exercise room was a soft foam that your feet seemed to sink into. He loved walking on it barefoot and being barefoot in general. It showed off one of his best features. Somewhere in the universe there was a princess with the feet of an eighteen year old boy and she was weeping. Back in our world Cy planted his perfectly feminine feet on the soft spongy gym floor and drummed his meticulously pedicured toes on the white line that ran the length of the room in front of the mirrored wall. He didn't mind showing them off. The thought kind of aroused him. He'd often been mistaken for a girl and having the tiny feet of a geisha didn't help with the confusion. What's more they seemed to have a weird almost hypnotic effect on some men. Sending them into lustful fits of delirium. One week prior in fact a shoe salesman at the mall tickled his instep while he was buying boots. The salesman's powerful hands cradled Cy's foot with the tenderness and care you'd show while picking up a newborn baby or a priceless antique vase as he delivered his best prepared pitch for the new fall line. Cy had begun to caress his bottom lip with his pinkie finger as he often did in these sorts of situations. It was waxy and smooth from the lip balm and rubbing it he perceived the faint scent strawberries. The salesman leaned in closer as if to suggest that the lightly cushioned fabric insoles of the boots were somehow a tightly held secret, his face now so near that Cy could feel the man's breath on the sole of his foot. He wiggled his toes and as the salesman's words passed between them the dull fluorescent shoe shop lights momentarily skipped across his glossy nails glimmering like five stars in a distant constellation. As if in the deepest trance the salesman brushed his lips ever so gently across the tips of Cy's toes and the stubble of the man's neatly trimmed beard lightly brushed along the length of his instep. Cy's face reddened slightly as he held back a giggle, "that tickled" he said. On another occasion as he sat a his workstation faithfully trudging through the day's assignment, Cy noticed Ted, one of the programmers intently eyeing the space underneath his desk. He had been wearing flip-flops that day and orange nail polish that seemed to catch Ted's attention from the start of morning calisthenics. With his legs crossed he was idly twirling his sandal back and forth on his big toe by one of the straps, almost letting it fall to the floor while Ted just sat there staring seemingly spellbound. That's when He noticed that Ted had taken one hand from his keyboard and placed it on his lap and had begun rhythmically squeezing his crotch somewhat inconspicuously. Cy let his dangling flip-flop finally drop. He stretched out his leg and groped around under his desk for it, grasping blindly with his toes. That appeared to excite Ted who seemed rather unconcerned with the possibility of being caught. Then quite mysteriously and almost as immediately as it began Ted snapped out of it, put his hand back on his keyboard, turned to his screen and continued working as if nothing had ever happened. Cy stood patiently waiting for the rest of the staff to arrive. First through the door was Ted who approached him grinning in an uncharacteristically animated fashion even for someone with such a generally cheery disposition. "Did you forget?" he said. "Brian's breakfast, duh-doy!" Cy cried. The staff meeting is at the restaurant on the corner today. Late to work and missing a free meal at the same time, nice move he thought. "Why are you here?" Cy asked. "I left my phone on the desk last night" Ted said now only half grinning as the phone slipped from his hand and landed on the floor between them. A burst of bright blue neon radiated from the screen and at once Cy noticed that he'd forgotten to turn on the exercise room lights and then he heard the sounds of panting and moaning as a pornographic video began to play on the phone's screen. Ted coolly knelt to one knee and reached for the phone but just before his fingers touched it Cy stepped on it. "Now I see why you wanted this so bad." Without speaking Ted seized Cy's ankles forcefully and at once Cy found himself on his back sinking into the soft spongy exercise room floor as Ted madly sucked and licked the toes of Cy's right foot, lapping at them like a thirsty dog while he struggled with his zipper and belt buckle. Cy settled himself on his elbows and laughed, placed the balls of his feet together and wrapped his toes around Ted's now exposed erect cock and with an almost eerily unnatural dexterity began stroking it while drumming his toes along the length of its shaft. Ted looked down in astonishment and lowered his hands but stopped before touching Cy's feet if as he'd experience a pleasure so intense it left him powerless to move, "oh, God!" he gasped as Cy rolled the head of Ted's cock between his big toes over and over, kneading it like a ball of soft clay until a sticky stream of cum escaped its tip landing on Cy's cheek and dribbling into the corner of his mouth. Cy covered the head of Ted's cock with the ball of his foot and another burst of cum gushed between his toes running down to his heel and dripping onto the exercise room floor. Carefully wiping the ejaculate from his cheek with his index finger and greedily sucking it clean Cy leaned in close to Ted and kissed him tenderly. "Yummy" he said. "Oh, no, the meeting!" and with that Cy sprang up and dashed past Ted and out the door. Ted stayed there for a moment on his knees looking down at his flaccid cock and the puddle of sticky semen quickly drying on the black exercise foam flooring. He glanced over his shoulder but all he saw as the gym door slowly swung shut were Cy's cummy footprints leading out the doorway and down the hall. Toeing the Line – Her view Mike and I got married right after college and have been happily married for the past ten years. He had a good job. He worked hard, with long hours, frequently putting in overtime and even the occasional weekend. But one of the perks of his job was that every other month of so he'd have to work out of another of his companies offices, which were located across the country, and a few overseas locations. Not so much of a perk for him I guess, but I almost always traveled with him and we would usually add a couple of days of vacation to the end of the trip. It was a well-deserved break for him, and one of the advantages of being childless was that we could pack up and leave town at the drop of a hat. His company had an office in New York City, which he had worked out of at least once a year. While he was working, I'd live the good life.... room service for breakfast, maybe use the hotels spa amenities to work out or swim, get a massage, perhaps a facial, manicure or pedicure. I'd visit museums, which was something that I love to do and Mike hated to do. And I did more than my share of shopping, again something I loved and Mike hated. After his work week was over and our 'vacation' began, we'd catch a Broadway show or two, have some nice meals, catch some jazz down in the Greenwich Village, and perhaps go out to club and get in some dancing. We'd generally enjoy all that NYC could offer. The fact the Mike could expense account some of the costs was an added bonus. One summer four years ago, our New York vacation ended up being far from the norm. It had been a hard winter that year. Spring was mild and when summer eventually arrived it came in with a bang. The NY trip was already scheduled, and rather than spending hot nights in the city, Mike suggested that we get a car and visit Atlantic City. We could spend the days on the beach and the evenings in the casinos. He didn't have to talk me into it – I love the beach. So early on Saturday, after Mikes work week, we packed our travel bags into the rental and headed out the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey, then south towards the beaches. Mike had said that we should have our swimming and beach accessories available in case we wanted to stop somewhere before Atlantic City, so I had packed up a smaller carry-on bag with swim suits, towels, and sun lotion. After about an hour of driving, Mike exited the highway, looking for a place to get some breakfast. We found a diner. In the entrance way to the dining area there was a display of brochures promoting the various tourist attractions and sites to see. We picked some up and looked through them over breakfast. Most of them were for the typical roadside attractions, but Mike found one about Sandy Hook Gateway National Recreation Area, a state park not far from where we were. There were swimming areas with lifeguards and concessions – all that we needed to hear. We decided to head there after we finished breakfast. After we drove through the entrance into Sandy Hook, we passed a couple of parking areas for beach access. Mike had read through the brochure more than I had and seemed to know where he was heading. Before long we pulled into the parking area for Gunnison Beach. There were a good number of cars in the parking area, which was to be expected as it was a clear sunny day without a cloud in the sky. The temperature was still pleasant, but the day had all the markings of being a scorcher. The ocean water was going to feel great. At the entrance to the beach there were restrooms with areas to change. I put on my green bikini and checked myself out in the mirror. The suit was the most daring one that I owned. I knew that I had a good body; I kept myself in shape by my almost daily visits to the gym. I was never comfortable showing it off, but I was ok in that suit. I had worn it throughout the summer so far and already had the base of a nice tan. I was looking forward to getting even darker. There was a long walkway through the dunes to get down to the beach, and an even longer walk across the sand to get to the shoreline. Mike led the way towards the left after we got off the walkway. We settled down not far from the shore in an area with plenty of space to ourselves. Once I sat down I noticed that the beach around us was the pretty much empty and the area to the right seemed much more popular. As I was looking down the beach I realized that most of the people on that part of the beach were naked. I turned to Mike and saw him looking as well, with a big grin on his face. "Did you know this was a nude beach?" I asked. "I had heard that there might be a clothing optional beach here, but I didn't know this was it." he replied. He looked back across the beach and pointed out a sign that we had missed on the way in. It read BEYOND THIS POINT YOU MAY ENCOUNTER NUDE SUNBATHERS. "It seems that we are in the non-nude side," he said, "but if you want to get an all-over tan, we can cross over." That pissed me off. Once again Mike was trying to push me into something that I didn't feel comfortable with. I was pretty sure he knew exactly what this beach was about and had probably planned this long before today. I didn't believe that being here at the nude beach was coincidental. I told him so, and I'm afraid we exchanged some harsh words. He asked if I wanted to leave. I said I was fine on this side of the line. Then has asked if I wanted to take a walk with him, something we would normally do at the beach. But I suspected that he meant to walk along the shore on the nude side, as there wasn't much more shore on the clothed side before the dunes took over. I told him to go ahead without me – and to try not to be creepy and stare. "Have fun!" I said, with more than a hint of sarcasm. As I watched him walk off, and yes, towards the nude side, I started to cool off but was still a little upset. Mike was always trying to get me to dress sexier and I had actually felt that I was getting better at wearing more revealing clothes over the years, but I was doing so at my pace, not at his. If he had been honest and told me upfront about this beach being clothing optional, I might have actually agreed to be here. But, either way, I was here now and wanted to relax in the sand and surf. Looking around, I noticed a young man sitting on the clothing optional side no more than 15 feet away, across the imaginary line that separated the naked from the clothed. He was sitting in a beach chair, generally facing the shore, but angled slightly in my direction. He was reading a book, but I could see that he was checking me out from behind his dark sunglasses. Then he glanced up, gave me a nice smile and returned to his book. I thought it strange that, with all the naked women to watch, he chose me. All that he had to do was to turn his chair in the opposite direction and he could watch over a veritable feast of nakedness. I was flattered I guess, but still it was strange. I decided to take a quick dip before I got into some serious tanning. When I returned to my towel I noticed that my admirer had laid down, face up. His feet were pointed towards me, so I could see his total package on display. I really wasn't that experienced and, other than Mike's, I hadn't seen that many dicks before, but, as I dried off, I took notice of his. It seemed to be about the same length as Mike's, but looked fuller, plumper. Also, where Mike had lots of dark pubic hair, his was mostly void of any hair, with just a small patch of auburn curl above the base of his penis. I spread my towel out and laid face down, pointing in his general direction so that I could get a better look at him. He was younger than me, probably in his early 20's. He was attractive but not drop dead gorgeous; just sort of above average looking. And he was naked. I don't know how it happened, or what triggered it, but at that moment I decided that I wanted to tease this guy. I reached behind me and undid my bikini top, letting the straps fall off to either side. The sides of my breasts were exposed, which was probably not that daring for most women, but for me it was already crossing the line. I laid there for a bit secretly watching him trying to act like he was reading while I could tell that he was not so secretly watching me. After a bit he stood up and started to apply some sunscreen... all over. I spied on him as he coated his dick and balls, making very sure that he was well covered. I felt like he was doing this to get my attention, and it was working. As he sat back down into his chair, I noticed that his plump dick had gotten a bit fuller and was glistening from the oiling. I decided to take it a step further. On the pretense of getting a bottle of water, I lifted up a bit as I reached over for the bag. I could feel that my nipples weren't exposed, but he would have had a good view of my breasts. I sat up to take a sip, covering my nipples with one hand, but knowing that most of my tits were exposed. I was enjoying this. Nobody but Mike, who was now off watching other topless women, had seen this much of me in years. I gave up the pretense of pretending not to be looking at him. So I looked directly at him and caught him looking back at me. He seemed startled but held eye contact. I broke the contact long enough to look around to see if anybody could see me. There wasn't anybody close by. Taking a deep breath I reached down and tugged my bikini bottom up so that I had a camel-toe wedgie. My shaved pussy was clearly outlined by the wet suit; my lips threatened to pop out on either side. I watched as his eyes took in the sight then traveled up my body. He smiled. I returned his smile and then purposely moved my stare down to his cock. I could see some of it, but wanted to see it all. I moved my eyes back to his and gave a nod, with raised eyebrows, towards his dick. He understood what I was doing and smiled as he slowly separated his legs. Now I had a complete view and could see that his dick was fully erect. It would be difficult for me to say how big he was, but is seemed like he had doubled in size from when I first saw him. I guess he was a grower, not a show-er. Taking it a step further, I nodded my head towards his dick and with my free hand gave him the universal sign for jacking off – fingers and thumb creating an 'O' shape, pumping the hand up and down. I laid back on my stomach, raised up enough that he could see my nipples. He had understood what I was requesting. He briefly looked around, and then reached for his sun lotion. He squeezed some onto his cock, grabbed his erection and gave it a couple of strokes. He was so hard! He paused then nodded his head toward my crotch as I had done to him. Of course I understood what he wanted so I rolled over onto my side facing my naked friend. I looked around and then lowered my arm to reveal my bare tits. I kept my hand on one breast, toying with my now erect nipple. Then I moved my hand down to my pussy, just lightly tracing the outline of my labia. Of course he was watching me as I was watching him. He stopped stroking and took a bit of precum from the tip of his dick onto his finger as if offering it to me. I returned the favor, dipping my hand under my suit and into my pussy. I was soaking, and it wasn't just because of the ocean. I brought my hand out and offered him a shiny wet finger. I slowly put it into my mouth, sucking off my juices. He did the same with his finger. We both went back to the business at hand. He was out in the open with no holds barred and I was only slightly more discreet. I was topless; my bottom was still on, though barely covering anything. I started rubbing myself. I felt so wicked, but I wasn't about to stop now. He seemed to be taking his time as if waiting on me. So I reached down and moved my suit off to the side. He could now see my pussy, but only for a moment as I put two fingers inside and used my thumb to massage my clitoris. As I started pumping my fingers in and out, he increased his stroking. The extra effort made him start to cum. He leaned back and spurted his sperm into the sand. That pushed me over the edge. I clamped down hard on my pussy and came with an intensity that I had never achieved before. Eventually I caught my breath. He was watching me recover. I gave him a smile and mouthed "Thank you!" He replied by mouthing "No, thank you!" He got up and walked down into the water. I put my suit back on and also headed to the water. I stayed on my side of the line, clothing required, and he stayed on his, clothing optional. We never got any closer than about 10 feet apart and no words were exchanged, but we did watch each other wash away our indiscretions. I looked back at the shore and saw Mike walking back up the beach, so I left the ocean and walked up the shoreline to greet him. We walked back to their towels, right past my naked friend. I asked Mike if he enjoyed the walk. Of course he did, and even tried to tell me that we could still cross over and get naked. I protested and told him that would never happen. Perhaps if he hadn't have been so insistent I would have given him a show. Poor Mike never knew what he missed. We stayed on the beach for a little while longer. Occasionally I would sneak a glance over at my friend. Once he spread his legs open a bit and discreetly stroked himself. Mike noticed me smiling and asked what was so funny. I thought quickly and said that I really enjoyed the day on the beach. I wasn't lying. Eventually it was time for us to leave. We packed up, and I let Mike lead the way towards the back to the walkway. I had purposely left my tube of sun lotion in the sand so I turned back to get it. I leaned over to pick it up and quickly wrote my phone number in the sand, along with the words "Thanks! Text me!" He did of course. We started a secret online affair, exchanging stories, fantasies and pictures. Mike eventually gave up on trying to get me to dress and act sexier. I of course told him that it wasn't in my nature. Ha!