2 comments/ 39055 views/ 3 favorites Spanish Beach Ch. 01 By: glory_first This story's events are fictional - the setting isn't. Will - Pedaling in what passed for early morning coolness near La Manga, Will didn't have any problem with kicked up dust on the gravel road leading to the beach. Unlike the evening before, riding to check out the beaches of the regional park. The trip had not only been challenging in terms of hills and road surface, but the dust had been quite heavy at times as a stream of cars passed by. Well, stream might be an overstatement, he thought, as generally it had been 4 or 5 at a time. When he had reached the beach around 6pm, he noticed the parking areas were still quite full, with as many cars arriving as leaving. Though he knew the Spanish followed a different rhythm, he hadn't seriously thought that so many people would be arriving in the evening. Carrying the bike down the upraised cut wood path to the flat beach, he was surprised to see though that beach was full, it was not really crowded. The ride had been planned to simply see the park's beaches at the start of his vacation, explaining why he hadn't brought anything except water and a small towel. A number of people had told him beforehand to keep water handy in Spain, and following this dusty ride, heeding that advice paid amply rewards while rinsing his mouth. Enjoying the still cool water, he quenched his thirst under the no longer ferociously hot sun in a glorious blue sky. He left the bike chained to a post, then walked down to the wide and white beach, his shadow starting to lengthen as the sun slowly settled. The water looked inviting, even if the sand was still too hot to comfortably walk on barefoot, as he had discovered when taking off his sandals a good 20 yards before the tide line, putting them back on hastily. Reaching the water's edge, he took off his sandals, deciding to turn right to walk along the shore. Taking a fairly slow pace, he noticed families, topless women, often in groups, and a surprising number of preganant women, generally in fairly skimpy bikinis. Though more than a few of these women were also topless, with larger and darker aerolas making their enlarged breasts more prominent, something he found quite attractive in a surprisingly sexual way. Paying more attention to the pregnant women, especially the Spanish, if various traits provided a reliable guide in making a judgment, he found them unbelievably sexy, with a clear pride in how attractive a mother to be's body truly was. And the number of tied bikini bottoms among the pregnant women was a feast for the eye, preserving a certain modesty, while provoking speculation on the part of any man interested of just how arousing their pregnancy swelled and darkened pussy lips would look. An interest he found himself increasingly speculating about, though Will had thought to this point his viewing had been well within the bounds of good taste. Including the couple of times he noticed a woman with her legs widely spread, sitting casually or laying down. And yes, when he noticed just how thin the covering over a woman's pussy lips was, he quickly moved his glance in another direction, though it took some effort. A real effort in the couple of cases when the fabric was actually between the women's labia, covering only the final pink moistenness between them. Especially in light of how the women themselves seemed to be enjoying their own time in the sun. In general, the intent behind tying off bikini tops so that both strings were below the shoulder seemed to be for tanning, but it also offered a generally full side view of a woman's breasts, particularly how they hung and moved. And the number of women sunning with what seemed to be candyfloss thongs showing off their browning ass cheeks was much higher than the number to be seen standing or swimming. After some thought, a pragmatic reason became clear, as he saw a couple of women carefully position their suit bottoms before laying out in the sun, often with tops undone or discarded. A reason that also explained the number of women showing themselves off while laying stretched out on the sand, many of them clearly enjoying the chance. The reason for tied bikini bottoms with pregnant women appeared equally pragmatic, upon a bit of reflection - the bikinis still fit well, at least when the side ties were long enough to handle a certain increase in size. As Will continued to walk, he noted a certain thinning in the middle of the second half of what was a long, somewhat divided beach - a jutting black rock formation went down virtually to the sea, with at most a couple of yards of sand separating water from rock. Walking past this narrowed stretch and gazing down what was in effect a second beach, he saw a couple of naked pairs, both later middle aged. Looking a bit more carefully at them, Will saw one pair was clearly browned deeply and evenly all over, while the other was whiter under the customary places for bathing suits. Striding on, it was impossible not to realize that after another 50 yards or so, everyone at that end of the beach was nude, a fact which didn't make him uncomfortable, exactly, but emphasized a bit more of how he was a complete stranger here. Leading to a certain decision, as he took off his clothes, and left his things in a pile on the sand, to keep going further down the beach. As the sun continued to sink deeper in the cloudless sky, the heat of the day was beginning to fade, if only in a technical sense. This way, he could enjoy the water while still drying off enough walking back to his bike, to avoid being even more coated in the inevitable dust when leaving. The waves were not particularly large, and as Will walked into the water, there was a surprisingly deep divide with a strong current between the shore and the relatively broad sandbar. Standing on it, then turning to his left, he started to walk in the barely ankle deep water, looking around at the scenery. Above and behind the shore was a large looming mountain with a rock face, essentially a rounded cliff from its peak for what seemed a hundred yards or more straight down. At the other end of the beach, less than a quarter of mile away, was another set of black rocks, much like the ones that had divided the beach before. This formation also lined the end of the beach, providing some shallow caves which were generally filled with sand, likely containing things better left undisturbed. Having a lot of experience on Atlantic beaches, Will kept a good amount of attention on the waves as he waded out deeper. Such an ingrained habit was also helpful in avoiding staring at anything too long, as he began to consciously realize just how mild the Mediterranean Sea was. Reaching the outer edge of the sandbank, the lift and fall of the waves was quite noticeable as the rolled on, without ever really breaking, much like Florida's Atlantic beaches. Enjoying the feel of the ocean against his naked skin, Will kept walking, aided by the fairly strong undertow flowing in his direction. A direction which soon presented a dilemma, as a couple was also together along the wave line, and it was easy to imagine that they were doing more than merely hugging each other. Angling off, he was fairly successful in not staring, in part because little was to be seen of the pair but their heads and shouldertops, though he could hear them, and the soft moans were quite arousing, with a bit of imagination of what may have been causing them. He was glad that the water covered his now swelling cock, even as its growing interest tempted him to remain in place to enjoy what was happening in public. Nonetheless, this wasn't quite public in most senses, so he kept on walking in the chest high water, occasionally having to spring up to clear a larger swell.. Before he reached the end of the beach where black rocks curled out for several yards into the water, he passed several other couples, including one that seemed to be two men. None were as vocal as the first encounter, though a seemingly drunken pair was quite a bit more explicit. Both were a bit chubby, appearing to be later middle aged, the woman's long black hair quite thick. Her hands were gripped on his arms, leaning herself back at an angle against the incoming swells. Her large breasts, with tightly crinkled nipples, generally remained above the sparkling water, while her legs around his waist were often obscured by the swirls of the waves. Her heavy breathing was not really possible to hear, though it apparent watching her body moving in the ocean's rhythm against her lover's cock. Will kept moving, trying to maintain a certain sense of personal decorum, not being too overt in staring at the sight of the couple fucking, her breasts rolling with each rise in the water, riding to the end of the man's cock, even as Will's own cock grew hard at what was happening so tantalizingly close. After a few more minutes of walking, Will reached the end of the beach, the sun clearly setting, the shadows on the various rocks growing quite dark. Deciding that speed in getting back to his bike was in order, as riding in the dust and the dark on a narrow gravel road was an unappealing combination, Will left the water to quickly walk along the very edge of the tideline. The air was still hot, and though the water had been refreshing, it had never really been that cool. The number of people he had noticed before on the beach remained seemingly unchanged, even in the individual beachgoers had changed. Particularly the number of pregnant women had reduced itself to just a couple. When walking back, he noticed several groups of naked people going in the opposite direction, most notably several threesomes, two women with one man. Most of the naked women he had seen were shaved, though often a thin stripe of generally trimmed pubic hair could be seen, almost always of black hair. What drew his attention was that the men were unshaved, and how their generally wetly black pubic hair framed their cocks so sexily, a thought which surprised him, realizing that he was spending more time looking at the man than either naked woman with him. And that his cock was tingling ever more demandingly the more he looked at those other men's cocks. Mike - Having been in Spain almost a week, Mike thought he had begun to understand its schedule, at least roughly. The nights and mornings were not as hot as the days, but the main difference was the sun, not the temperature - odd as that struck him. Luckily, the bungalow they had rented at the campground was air-conditioned, or even with his mid-Atlantic childhood, he would have died sweltering in bed at night. The times people went to the beach were also different from that of the mid-Atlantic. By now, he finally thought that he had learned to use that knowledge to his advantage when going to the beach. The regional park had nice beaches, but the gravel roads snaking over hills and ravines wasn't very easy to drive, at least when traffic was coming the other way. Some of the narrow sections were quite narrow, not really passable by two vehicles going in opposite directions simultaneously. The dust was not a real problem in the car, though Mike had noticed a couple of struggling bicyclists over the last couple of days - only one had seemed to know how to use a bandanna to filter out the worst of the dust, yesterday afternoon. He and his wife had been leaving the beach, because even if the Spanish found the beach in mid-afternoon too hot in the sun, he certainly didn't. Which had led to the logical conclusion that going right after lunch around noon meant that the route and parking was uncrowded, with plenty of beach to enjoy. Which had turned out to be true yesterday, so now, he had decided to go a step further, leaving for the beach around 7:30am. The beach never really cooled off, making an early opportunity to go swimming inviting, even if wife shared his opinion. And he had been able to do a bit of shopping - a cheap 2.50 euro insulated bag, not to mention a number of 1.5 liter mineral water bottles being frozen in rotation in the bungalow's fridge - they didn't condense too much in the dry heat, and melting fairly quickly, provided a fairly constant supply of fresh ice cold water over hours. Along with a bag of toasted almonds - the saltiness was perfect while enjoying the beach. Simplicity was s virtue when enjoying nature, a philosophy some found difficult to appreciate. But one naturists shared, at least in his experience over 15 years. This morning, he had left the campground carrying little more than a towel, the cooler bag with ice water and almonds, some suntan lotion, and a day old newspaper. Such light travelling made the car ride itself seem excessive, but was easy alone on a naturist beach, as the end of this park's longest beach most certainly was. A fact he had noticed on their first visit here several days ago. Once it became clear that this section was in fact textile free, he had taken off his shorts, holding them in his hand as he walked along the far end of the sandbar, enjoying the crashing waves, the result of a rare and now dying August windstorm. The waves had been so tempting to enjoy, he had abandoned his normal standard of never body surfing nude. Since the waves never really ended on a beach then, it wasn't the same as the French nude beach at Hossegor, where one particularly memorable wave had engraved certain impressions on his memory about the wisdom of riding waves without some strategically positioned material, especially when the beach had a strip of small stones and ground shells where the waves crashed. This morning, as he could see from above on the hill where the road cut down to the beach, the waves were no longer really breaking, even if the swells still occasionally produced a wave approaching a few feet in height. The beach and parking lot appeared empty, which didn't surprise him in the least at this point, reflecting the normal Spanish schedule. He parked near the end of the smooth and surprisingly well made wooden walkway, and grabbed his stuff. Considering that he passed a bike rider maybe 800 yards back (a good 100 of the yards being a steep drop), he wouldn't really be alone, no hindrance to enjoying the beach nude. Though he had slowed the car down a bit, to try and keep the dust down for the rider. Walking the beach till its deceptive end, it looked calm enough to walk around the rocks in the sea, as the sandbar continued on in the clear water, leading to a fairly broad, if pocket sized, cove, with black rock rising up from the sandy strip. The area wasn't really private, but it had an intimate feel, and at least in the morning, the sun was streaming warmth and light, unlike in the later afternoon, when parts of this area would sink into deep shadow. And it was exclusively used by nudists, at least all the other times he had walked by. This morning, unsurprisingly empty, the ocean's calmness was a bit disappointing, if not really unexpected. The first day had been really a pleasant surprise, not only for the waves, but also the discovery of a nudist part of the beach. Mike still had lighter skin in the area his suit normally covered after a week in Spain, though not too extreme - he had been able to enjoy several opportunities to swim and tan at a local nudist lake before leaving on this trip, so stripping off his shorts for an hour that first day hadn't really been too much of a concern - nothing would sunburn that shouldn't, with a bit of reasonable caution. And over the following next couple of days, he been able to add a bit of tan so spending a couple of hours in the sun without worry had become realistic. Another simplification, leading to more time along the shore or in the saltwater. One of the major attractions to swimming nude in his eyes was the utter simplicity involved, at least after developing a good tan. Talking to an employee of the information center of the park a couple of days ago, he had asked about the nudists at the far end, and been told that on a Spanish beach, clothing was not legally required, and being nude was perfectly legal. Of course, a certain amount of taste was assumed by both sides of what remained a social, if not exactly legal, issue. Nonetheless, the legal framework was clear - nudists on a beach were not breaking laws of any type, having every right to enjoy the sun and surf without clothing. Sex in public was essentially unacceptable, she added, falling under the category of good taste more than actual police enforcement. After learning this, enjoying the nude part of the beach was an unexpected pleasure, considering Mike had thought he would have to forego one of summer's simplest delights while travelling. Will - Deciding that the best way to beat the dust meant leaving early, Will had done a bit of shopping the evening before at a fairly large store on a beach along a seaside stretch of multistory hotels/apartments. Where people were still enjoying the beach at 9pm, though no women were topless, much less any nude people walking along the shoreline, especially men. A thought which sent a jolt through him, recognizing just how seductively the previously hidden the idea had woven itself into his desires, actually. The store sold cooled beer, and Will had bought an eight pack of San Miguel, and thought about buying a truly tasteless souvenir for a friend - a die where each of the six faces showed a different sexual position. On the plus side, the cube itself was of solid wood that had been well cut and smoothed. On the minus side, the tackiness was inescapable, if perhaps part of its charm. Turning it in his hand did provoke certain idle fantasies of using it with that friend during the long wait for just a couple of people to leave the register, though putting it back when buying the beer. He had placed the beer in his place's refrigerator, not trusting to try the freezer - this morning, the beer was cold enough when he wrapped it in his beach towel. Fastening the bundle to the bike on the rear rack, he rode quickly along the road, and realized that the Spanish drivers he encountered were completely familiar with sharing the road.. Riding in the rapidly rising heat, the sun rising over the ridge of the park, it dawned on Will the beer's coldness wasn't going to last long. Creating a certain tension with the truth that when he first hit the beach, the beer would be at its coldest, and also at its most pressurized, following a quick ride down to the beach. Today, to be taken a lot faster than last time, now that he knew the road's surface and route. This included the idea of hopping on the wood walkway to coast easily down to the sea's edge, rolling over the narrow gaps between what certainly numbered over several hundred planks. Leaving around 7:15am, growing pleased at how well his predictions were working out, till being passed along the concrete paved stretch through a couple of ravines. No traffic had meant no dust, and at least this time when passed, the road was decently surfaced, the car even paying attention to passing with a polite buffer at a reasonable speed - Spanish drivers obviously making a distinction between the civilized rules of paved driving, and the novelty of being on a dirt road. The route hadn't been bad this morning, particularly considering the minimal amount of dust, even if popping a beer open right at the sand seemed like a good way to clean his mouth. The beer hadn't made the towel damp, mush less wet, another indication of both his speed in reaching the beach, the ride being a bit hotter than expected even at a good clip, and how dry the air was. The mountain face above the beach was gorgeously illuminated, and apart from the single car in the parking lot, there was no evidence of anyone else enjoying what seemed to be mid-morning, the wonderfully bright blue of the sky stretching out over the greenish-blue ocean. Walking his bike toward the side he thought for nudists, he noted that the entire beach was empty except for the driver of the car, who had spread out a towel near the rocks at the far end of the nudist stretch, wading out on the parallel sandbar without clothing. Who wasn't as tanned where a bathing suit would normally cover the skin, though he obviously did spend some time in the sun without clothing, a reassuring thought when local customs weren't explicitly known to a traveller. Spanish Beach Ch. 01 The beach was gorgeous, the satisfaction of simply experiencing it heady - especially in light of his intention to enjoy it nude, without any separation between his body and what surrounded it. Considering that his bike was his way to get home, he decided to set it and his things near the other man's. Which might provide an opportunity to talk with him, as trying to learn more from other people is a basic skill when travelling. And in a still hidden part of his mind, the idea of eying other man was creating a certain swelling already, matched with a sinking sensation in his center - one which he hoped wouldn't prove embarrassing, even as the thought continued to tease him. He felt balanced on an edge, cushioned by the wonderful summer day providing a relaxing backdrop. Mike - Even if the waves had died down further, the beach remained a fantastic playground, allowing for a strong parallel rip tide. The incredibly clear water, the waves no longer powerful enough to swirl any sand, added to the seamless merging of land and sea. The water was surprisingly cool in the morning air, even as the sun grew hotter. He turned around occasionally to see the beach, one time noticing a bicyclist walking his bike nearer to the shore. Approaching, it became obvious that he was going to spread his towel in the same general area as Mike's - not crowding, but indicating a certain approachability, assuming they even shared a language. He also wondered if the new visitor was like a few of the other men that he noticed on his first morning on the beach, apparently showing themselves off, though whether to themselves or partners, or even what type of partner, hadn't been apparent. As a group, they had been pretty off-putting, though the idea of men looking for men caused a minor twitch of interest somewhere deep inside. In his experience over the years, none of the places he had swum naked had any real gay presence, at least as easily imagined as found here, with at least a few of the fit and well tanned men stretching and oiling themselves in what had to be considered explicit ways. Turning again, he saw the rider had finished setting up, so to speak, by removing his clothes and piling them on his bulky folded towel. Being relatively close to his own towel, he decided to watch for a while, noting that the man was very white where he apparently wore a bathing suit. Since lotioning himself was starting to equal the coolness of the deeper water past the sandbar as a reason to return to land, he headed back, an opportune time, especially if the new arrival decided to head quickly for the water, assuming he wanted the ocean to himself. Now reflecting on the truth that this was the ocean, Mike was feeling a bit stupid for swimming almost completely alone, even in such mild conditions Will - Getting undressed, Will was a bit undecided whether to head straight for the water, or to drink what would undoubtedly be the coldest and foamiest beer of this morning's trip to the beach. Seeing that the other man was coming out of the water, Will decided that maybe standing and simply watching his approach was the simplest choice, even if could be considered a bit direct or unsophisticated. Seeing a stranger's thick black bush come closer, his cock free as it moved in rhythm with his steps, sent a certain stab of desire into his middle, meeting a warm quiver of excitement from his stirring cock. He realized that he was getting turned on watching a naked man walk towards him under the blue sky, water pearled in curls which had nothing to do with female hair, the coarse darkness only slowly decreasing on his thighs, providing a masculine background for the swinging cock, still compact from the apparently cool water. The man reached his towel, beginning to dry off, paying attention to the task at hand, doing a thorough job. Finishing, he reached down for a bottle of lotion, and Will began to think he hadn't done that good a job of planning after all. The sun was striking in its intensity, even this early, and as he swept his eyes around, it became clear that there was no shade around for literally hundreds of yards. He began mulling this fact, including a certain disappointment that it seemed his planning would be overridden by the very logical goal of avoiding a sunburn, when he heard a simple 'hello' from the other man. An English language sounding hello, leading to a certain relief, as being naked on a beach with another naked man was already awkward enough. Especially in light of the thoughts that kept swirling, tantalizing him into fantasies which he had never really considered in such clear light as now, on this empty beach. His own 'hello' was equally plain, while noticing that the other man was still holding the bottle of suntan lotion. 'Do you need any?' he heard. His own reply of 'yes, actually - thanks' followed the quick realization that he had nothing but beer to offer in return. As the other man approached over the couple of steps, Will decided that there wasn't any reason to be coy, though reminding himself that at a certain point, directness becomes rude. Unless it is desired, a part of his mind whispered, and you know that the idea of a man's cock is starting to interest you, a temptation almost close enough to touch. Will bent down, spread his towel, and worked a can free of the eight pack ring. After putting it on the towel, still cold but with little condensation, he asked 'would you like one? Definitely still foamy after the ride - but cold, for now.' He heard 'sure,' leading him to twist a second can off the plastic. Turning, he saw a naked stranger about an arm's length away, a bit astonished that the naked pair of them would be drinking a still quite frosty morning beer on a glorious August day, a delightfully wicked break from normal habits. The other man stepped back from the towel before opening the can - first cracking it a touch, letting a bit of gas to hiss and then foamingly bubble out. After a bit, he opened the can completely, taking a quick swallow, followed by a second, deeper one. He heard 'great - thanks.' Will followed, opening his own can cautiously. The cold beer hit his throat perfectly, entering an empty stomach. His mouth nicely moistened, though his throat seemed dryly constricted, Will asked the other man's name, giving his in return. He settled to sit on his towel, surprised that he was now eye level with a stranger's cock, which seemed a bit larger than it had when he had first walked over from the salt water. Not knowing where to gaze, he decided that looking at the other man's face was probably best, becoming more true as he sat down too. He noted that they were both drinking the beer pretty quickly, as the dry air and not quite yet burning sun led to surprising need for liquid refreshment. A logical perspective, he told himself, even as he felt the alcohol start to work. Drinking was followed by some practical discussion, Mike saying it wouldn't be a problem to put the beer on ice, explaining that there was a small cove on the other side of the rock - though the beach may have still been deserted, without even a plume of dust to be seen from a distant car, that would surely change. Going to the cove would represent a cozier illusion of being alone on a beach, for a while at least. Will was surprised to see they had both finished their beers, and then at how quickly things were organized and in motion - including opening a second set of beers before starting to walk to the narrow opening in the black face of the rocks. Striding together, Mike asked if Will was familiar with the beach, and hearing no, Mike explained what he had learned at the park visitor center - nude bathing was completely legal, there were no lifeguards on this beach, and public sex was considered tasteless, at a minimum. Which was in general pretty reasonable, Mike added, explaining how he had discovered his first nude beach, the one he still enjoyed regularly 15 years later. He and his future wife had went to a local lake with a couple of people from work, using an inflatable canoe that had been a birthday present to her just a few weeks before. As they paddled around from one end to the other, they had drifted closer to the shore at the far end, when they noticed a single naked woman on the shore, in her mid-20s or so, her legs slightly open, providing a decently open view of her womanhood, in a quite literal sense. Not to mention her breasts, as the shore slanted at an angle, or her spread out hair as she lay on her back, eyes closed. Sexy in a way, but also straightforward - simply an attractive naked woman enjoying the sun. In the canoe, they had been the embarrassed ones, for inadvertently intruding, at least in a sense. But at least he had discovered somewhere to simply swim naked, even if northern Europe wasn't really that attractive in the summer much of the time. Finding the same ability to be textile free in Spain had been a pleasant surprise, though not quite the same as the very first time seeing someone naked on a shore. Mike added that when in France on the Atlantic coast, they had always stayed across from a nude beach. This was followed by telling of his wife's first experience being topless in France, severely sunburning her nipples, making her religiously cover her breasts from the sun over decades, except for short intervals - breastfeeding, or changing at a lake or beach. Mike also added that was the same trip his wife had made a couple of pictures of topless women she thought looked sexy, which were still in his wife's photo album collection as mementos. Mike then explained that making certain he didn't make a similar mistake had been well worth it over the years. Not that he hadn't been sunburned, just till now, never on his ass or cock, as his wife's example was enough to reinforce an easily overlooked fact. At which point, Mike had glanced down at Will, offering to do the lotioning, if Will wanted some help on his back. And, in an almost matter of fact way, noting that anyone that rode his motorcycle, male of female, had to hold him, because it was the safest way to ride. Though not exactly comparable, to prevent a sunburned back, the best way was to have someone else spread the lotion, regardless of gender. Will found the general conversation drifting in a place he really knew nothing about, even as he realized that this second can was almost empty. Along with the realization that Mike seemed to be looking down at his cock more often the longer they walked. This may have been part of the reason he was feeling more adventurous than he could ever recall, at least with a man. The mood wasn't directly sexual, but glancing at Mike's cock, he found that they had a shared interest and that it could easily slide further along a boundary which no longer seemed so forbidding. They weren't flirting, but it was arousing, especially as Will found that the space he had entered on the still shadowed side really did have an intimate feel to it - and that it was his, alone with another naked man. Who seemed to be about as buzzed as he was. Putting their towels together on the shadow's edge, the beer filled cooler bag was placed as far back in the shadow as practical along the rock's cool face. After sitting down, Mike opened the bottle of lotion, and Will turned his back. Mike - The walk to the cove had been filled with him talking, meaning that he had only finished his beer as they were putting their stuff down on the sand. He was feeling good, in any number of ways, no surprise considering just how ideal the situation was - nothing to do but enjoy this empty morning on the beach. At least as soon as he finished spreading the suntan lotion over a newly met person. He had never done it for a man before, but as he tried to point out, some things have nothing to do with male/female. Much like his wife taking pictures of women she thought attractive. In a way, he was teasing a bit - Will clearly had no real experience enjoying a textile free period under a cloudless blue sky, much less talking with a man about some of the broader currents where sex was part of the background that all adults shared. Will sat with his legs spread loosely, arms resting on his knees, back completely exposed. Mike knelt comfortably, his feet settling in the sand, weight distributing itself along his legs. Opening the bottle, he poured some of the sunscreen into his hand, then put his hands on an unknown man. A stranger who had been glancing ever less covertly at Mike's own groin, especially when turning to him before going through the passage in the dark rock. A stranger who had offered a couple of beers, a perfect accompaniment to the seaside feeling. A stranger who was now enjoying the sliding feel of Mike's hands against his skin. Having covered just the shoulders, Mike needed more lotion, considering how to make certain that sunburn would not be a concern, equally tempted by the unexpected opportunity to excite another man, just as he had done to several women in the past. Those times had been at freshwater lakes with trees, not a boundless sea and its swelling motion. And of the women had already been lovers, unlike this situation, with its sense of doubled newness. It wasn't the first time he had been with a male friend with the idea of getting hard and orgasming, but it was certainly the first time he had actually touched another man with that explicit idea hovering in the air. Covering Will's arms next, Mike rose a bit to start lotioning both wrists simultaneously, affording him a nice view down Will's front. Where it was clear how Will was truly enjoying himself, in the way Mike intended. Rising a bit more, he started on the underside of Will's arms, almost to his armpits before turning up again at the shoulders, where the slipperiness of the just creamed skin and his hands allowed Mike a bit of time to further warm up his fingers. The lotion next went directly on Will's back, in very liberal amounts to help avoid distracting interruptions. Maybe too sloppy in a way, but then, after a couple of beers, Mike wasn't too concerned, losing focus in the truly arousing possibilities swelling in his mind. Spreading the lotion quickly, his hands moved to Will's chest, drawing his own chest against Will's oiled skin. As Will leaned back into the motion, extending the contact, Mike moved his hands to Will's nipples, gliding over both. Leading to a gasp followed by a low moan as Mike's hand reversed direction and touched them again. Beginning to circle his fingers over Will's hardening nipples, Mike leaned closer, getting a better look at Will's cock, now obviously erect. Knowing what that meant for a man, Mike found such directness intoxicating, especially as his own cock grew harder in response. The thrill in thinking about having lusciously casual sex was overwhelming him, much as Will was being overwhelmed by his own horny desires. Putting lotion on Will legs led to some of it coming quite close to his pubic region, though avoiding the curly brown pubic bush surrounding a jutting cock. Another reason that Mike was pretty certain of Will's unfamiliarity with naturism with the fact that he was unshaved, and not even middle aged. Fashions had shifted over the last couple of decades, and most people under 30 were shaved, male and female. Even the definition of 'hairy' had changed over 15 years of Internet porn descriptions, shown in the way that 70s porn stars were now considered notably hairy, when back in their time, hairy meant completely unshaved - legs, underarms, and the entire pubic reqion. A very easily understood term then, where now, 'natural' covered several separate strands, including any woman who had not shaved her mound for a month or two. Mike enjoyed thick, uncut hair and unadorned bodies, this too falling out of favor, as men too started to routinely shave between their legs and other areas. Now, moving his hands up Will's thighs, he saw the natural reaction, his erect member beginning to twitch the closer his hands reached. Will's breathing turned into a husky, almost grunting, sound. A sound that began weaving its own magic on Mike's cock, stiffening as he continued to move his hands closer to the other man's rigid rod. Mike knew he couldn't resist his own temptation, a sensation of iciness and melting growing deep inside at the thought of making an explicit sexual advance to a stranger on a public beach. His hands slid to Will's aroused cock as he pressed forwards against Will's back, his own turned on cock beginning to touch another man's skin, a fantastic sensation, completing a circuit between his hands stroking a stranger's silky hardness and his own turned on cock, openly delighting in rubbing itself luxuriously against a stranger's back, lost in the primal pleasure. Will - Sitting down to get sun-creamed by a naked man was certainly exotic, Mike's hands continuing to cover his pale skin with lotion. He had managed to stay still at the first touch, but as Mike worked, Will found himself enjoying the experience more intensely than he had expected. Possibly because the beer had lowered his inhibitions - or heightened his fantasies - or equally likely, because he had been entranced at the first stealing look at another man's freely exposed cock. When Mike's hands reached his nipples, Will gasped, starting to lose the control which had allowed him to at least consciously suppress any desires extending from what was happening, feeing his cock grow heavy, beginning to swell. The sensation was indescribably delicious as fingers slid back over both sensitive regions, suddenly directly connected to the same primal feeling now raising his cock straight in the morning light. His awareness of that fact was barely conscious as Mike kept playing with his nipples, something no woman had ever done like this. He was becoming incredibly horny, the fact that it was a man making him this way on an open beach adding to the excitement, a mixing of pure lust, defying caution to enter a previously unknown realm. The hands left, and after a moment stretching almost too long for his wanting desire, he felt lotion along his legs and thighs, Mike beginning to spread it over his legs. Teasingly getting closer and closer to what he wanted, Will's mind filled with the reality that his cock wanted nothing more than to be stroked, taken by a partner that understood his desire perfectly. When the fingers reached the bush at the base of his cock, trailing down his inner thigh, sliding along the bottom of his scrotum, Will's breathing transformed into something like deep panting, beyond control as his body remained quivering on a wave of pure sexual satisfaction, experiencing his cock being stroked by a man for the first time. He also felt, the first incredible wave of intense pleasure receding slightly, Mike's cock against his body, sliding along his back. Mike's breathing had also transformed into low moaning, and when his left hand reached for Will's nipple, the raw need it produced was captivating beyond measure, an ecstatic sharing of desire and fulfillment. Rarely had sex been so direct, and as this thought slowly wended its way through his mind, Will realized that he was starting to pump his cock into Mike's encircling hand, Mike starting to move in rhythm against his motion, not only along his shaft, but also against his naked and well oiled back. Approaching the point of no return, Will was able to slow down enough to gasp out what probably sounded like 'wait ... slow ... wait.' The stroking slowed, with Mike settling down in turn, his cock no longer moving so urgently. Hearing Mike's breathing grow deeper and slower, his own did the same in turn. He knew that they were both still hard, but it seemed as if both of them would be taking a pause. Leading to other previously forbidden thoughts, even as Will stood with his jutting cock in plain view, moving to the cooler, asking Mike if he would like a beer, too. Hearing a deeply satisfied 'sure' in reply, he twisted two cans free, handing one to Mike while opening his own. Spanish Beach Ch. 01 He wasn't quite sure how to sit, especially in light of how plainly both men remained visibly horny. Knowing that simple directness had been best till now, he sat down across from Mike, legs spread. Taking a first swallow from his beer, he heard Mike ask if everywhere had been creamed, then somewhat hurriedly explaining about a sunburn from not lotioning himself, which happened more than 5 years ago with a bi friend. 'The finger fucking was very distracting for both of us,' Mike added, and as he hadn't actually creamed his arms or shoulders, with a minimal tan, he ended up quite red. Mike continued, with a certain tone, that it was done as discretely as possible - nude and sex are not synonyms, after all, but not enjoying opportunities as they arose between adults was a bit too strict view, even when naked. Noting his still almost full can, Mike paused, raising the can to his lips. Finding the topic entrancing, as Mike drank, Will shared his tales of beach walking discoveries yesterday. He found himself moving a bit as he talked, spreading his legs wider as his cock grew harder, looking at the other man's dark pubes, curled around a cock that was also starting to stiffen. He told about passing couples that must have been fucking in the waves, including how a woman's breasts looked floating in the sunny water, nipples hard. And how that couple had appeared comfortably buzzed, the woman putting her opened legs on the man's shoulders as he held her arms, her body moving in rhythm to the waves. Will kept talking, knowing he was provoking more than his own response alone, as the attractive cock in front of him began standing straight. He wasn't crossing boundaries any longer, as both of them had clearly jumped the fence, discovering paradise here on a Spanish beach by pure chance. Taking a deep swallow of still cold beer, Will decided to also explain about how sexy he had found the naked men, especially the unshaved ones, as his hand slid to his cock. And after reaching it, how two men had seemed to be as intently involved with each other as any of the male/female couples. Mike - Enjoying his 3rd cold beer in less than an hour, Mike was getting thoroughly buzzed, talking about some of his fonder memories of lotioning, finger fucking, including the cautionary tale of the price to be paid for distraction when he had his bi friend's moaning body underneath his hands. Returning to the present, he pointed out that Will's ass was still uncremed, saying that now would be better than later. Followed by him concentrating on drinking his beer, though it was also obvious that he was looking pretty much directly at another man's erect cock as he said it. Especially after Will had spread his legs in a way that invited his gaze to continue. Considering his own increasingly blatant interest, a part of his mind thought this was merely a logically tempting way to view the entire situation. As Will talked, Mike realized that the effect was extremely seductive, the conversation turning to what had really turned Will on. Watching intently, Mike saw Will's hand slide to his jutting cock when talking about how two men seemed to be having sex in the water, and how hot he found the thought. Which was certainly the case now, since he had started jacking off while talking. Prompting Mike to talk about the time he had seen two women doing much the same thing in France, both dark haired, and both speaking Spanish when leaving the water, after maybe 15 minutes of very close contact and unmistakable motions. And how lush one of them had been, with heavy breasts and a full ass, with curly black pubic hair. At this point, Mike decided that if they didn't finish spreading the lotion, Will ending up sunburned would likely be unavoidable. Having experienced this problem once before, he had no desire to see it recur, for anyone. Reaching for the now very warm lotion bottle, he finished his beer, explaining it was time to finish the job before heading for the water or just sunning. The shade had shrank dramatically as the sun rose, meaning that any semblance of natural protection would be running out soon, except for the not really inviting crevices and caves at the back. Asking Will to lay down, Mike poured a good amount of the warm lotion directly on the small of Will's back, moving the bottle to cover both ass cheeks. Hands quickly spread the lotion over Will's lower back, making sure that everywhere had been well covered, though Mike couldn't resist moving his hands into position to knead Will's ass cheeks with a gliding motion, turning to slowly concentrate on the area between them, an area already deeply enjoying something originally intended merely as a teasing attention by Mike. Knowing that he was again making someone too hot to resist their own desires, he also made it clear to Will that his ass would be played with in Mike's own time, forcing Will to stifle the moaning sounds that sounded suspiciously like begging, and to keep the writhing of his desperately horny ass from getting too extreme while Mike straddled him, legs firmly limiting Will's motion. Mike's own cock was hard and heavy as he moved his legs tighter along the outside of Will's thighs. He hadn't never imagined a similar position with a man, certainly not so publicly. The powerful temptation of being on top of a naked and oiled man proved impossible to resist. He was hard, with a willing and turned on man underneath him, one whose cock he had already stroked to the edge of orgasm, a cock he still wanted to enjoy and master. Settling his own ass against Will's lower thighs, Mike realized he was as trapped by his male horniness as the man beneath him was by his. Having a man lying face down underneath his naked body proved a surprisingly powerful turn on, he discovered, lotioning Will's butt and inner thighs, making sure to lightly bend his fingers towards Will's hairy and tight sack, and ever closer to his now slightly clenching and unclenching asshole. The fact that Will's right arm was underneath him provided a clear sign of how much he was enjoying himself, as Mike always intended. Settling down further, Mike moved until his cock was again on Will's back, then sliding down into Will's crack, Mike keeping a hand on Will's thigh, fondling his balls and listening to the ever louder moans Will could no longer stop. Moving his ass back and forth, Mike became aware that the moaning was not just from one man, as he slid his ass and cock, creating a rocking rhythm. When Will lifted himself using his elbows, bracing his body higher, it offered a perfect opportunity to play with his nipples again, Mike smugly certain of what this meant, after learning the signal with his bi friend years ago, getting the hint instantly. As Will began to moan louder, his head sinking down helplessly, he kept sliding further along Will's thighs, shifting his position to allow his turned on cock the opportunity to slide deeper between Will's slippery ass cheeks, his own hand pressing his stiff rod down. A slow sliding which he couldn't stop, the first sensation so overwhelming that he continued enjoying it before realizing that his hard cock head had just entered a man's hot asshole. A pulsing and inviting hole, one that his cockhead was finding irresistible, especially as his own hand kept sliding along his hot length, guiding his cock to further pleasure. Will - Before laying on his stomach, Will drank the last of his no longer cold beer, wondering what might happen, thoughts swirling around the opportunities presenting themselves under the glorious summer sky. His mind was starting to drift, his body beginning to focus on its own interests. The hands sliding along his skin, exploring areas rarely touched, left him wondering what would come next. He was momentarily surprised to realize he was trying to make himself more accessible to the fingers that only slowly granted what he wanted. When Mike straddled him, he knew that abandoning himself was the best course to discovering what sex with a man would be like. A man with surprisingly strong and gentle hands, whose legs were now rubbing against his, Mike's hard cock touching his skin again, an intoxicating mix of velvet skin and rigid maleness, completely unlike a woman, making him surrender to its pleasure. Getting more slutty as his cock grew harder, Will's hand found its way to his hard shaft, sand shifting and compacting as he slid his flat palm under his rigid shaft. Fingers reaching the flared edge of his cockhead, Will knew he couldn't stop himself. After a moment, his position grew awkward, particularly with the weight now pressing against him. Abandoning his last inhibitions, he raised his torso on his arms, exposing his chest, wanting to feel his nipples played with again. Especially as a stranger's hard cock was turning him on incredibly, its full length filling his ass cheeks, spreading them, replacing the normal feeling with an urgent motion that was unbelievable in its intensity. Though Will needed nothing more than having a cock so intimately positioned between his legs, he wanted his nipples squeezed and manipulated by Mike. Yet asking for it seemed beyond his ability, coherent speech growing completely out of reach. It didn't take long for Will's almost unstated intention to be fulfilled, a pair of hands sliding over, then pulling against his chest, centering their attention on his nipples, adding to the sensual overload flooding through him. His moans were unstoppable as his nipples hardened. This time, the electrifying connection was not to his cock, but instead centered on his exposed ass. An ass with a mind of its own, pushing down any potential objections to its boundless desires. Desires now making him to react with primitive responses to what was happening. Only slowly did it become inescapable that it wasn't a finger stretching his turned on anal ring, and accepting he couldn't stop himself from trying to fuck his first cock. How much he wanted it, lying flat on the warm sandy beach, turned on to the point of wanting nothing but to have a stranger keep making him feel this way. Of course he had been finger fucked, but now, on his stomach in the open air, he wanted to be taken, to have a man's hot cock go deeper into his willing hole, which seemed to instinctively know how to entice the man on top of him to keep going further, the stretching and sliding generating indescribable heat. After a too short period of being filled with the incredible pleasure of a cock finding its ways further into his horny ass, he felt Mike slowly withdraw, until the cock that had introduced him to the animal thrill of anal sex was no longer in any contact with his turned-on body. Will moved his butt as enticingly as possible, but it became clear that this game had reached its end. An end leaving Will in an almost unbearable state, waiting to see what would come next. Mike - Amazed at his daring, beginning to fuck another man on the beach, a surprisingly natural result of the beer and the willing man he was controlling, if only while losing control over himself The feeling of Will's ass was incredible, even as the thought that he was fucking a total stranger without a comdom slowly penetrated his aroused awareness. Combined with the truth that lotion was not really a lubricant, Mike began to regain a measure of control, at least over the immediate situation. After a couple of minutes sinking into such a satisfying sensation, Mike had no need to continue. As in his past, the essential aspect of anal sex was essentially gentleness, not wild lust. A contrast he had always found difficult to master, especially with someone being fucked for the first time. Realizing that taking stock would be by far the best idea, he reluctantly withdrew, though only as a prelude to heading out to the ocean. Where he expected to find the water refreshing, and where he also expected to finally get off, as by now, his cock was demanding its reward. Noticing Will recovering from the sexual fog that had covered them both, Mike suggested that he check how the beach and parking lots looked, creating an accurate idea of how much longer they could enjoy themselves privately out in the dazzling waves. He then turned, and walked out into the waves, the sparkling water filling the horizon as the sun rose higher. He had rarely felt so content with nature, with the expectation of really enjoying himself naturally with another aroused man. After reaching the deepest trough before the sand bar, Mike turned to look back at the ledge, to see how Will was faring, and curious how much more time they had in this perfectly private paradise. Will - The burning desire to be filled ever deeper by a man's hardness subsided quickly after Mike's cock freed itself. The following suggestion to check their surroundings came as a welcome one, involving something other than Will's own unleashed desire, at least in the short term. It also allowed Will to realize just how easy it was to lose complete control, a thought that filled him with fire and ice, both centered somewhere at the inward center of his stomach. His cock remaining slightly swelled, he climbed the rock ledge, surveying the still empty beach and recognizing a few distant plumes of dust from vehicles making their way to the parking lots. Figuring that the two of them still had a good amount of time alone in the cove, he looked down, watching Mike moving out into the water until it was waist deep, not hiding a half erect staff Will could see plainly through the clear water, highlighted by the flashing jewels dancing over the swells. Or the thick black hair, now hanging straight down, just like the men he had seen yesterday, then becoming a halo of curls as a swell passed, surrounding the lighter colored skin of a three quarters erect cock. One that had just been fucking him, he thought, with the undeniable truth that he had wanted just that, as he felt it first slide across his horny ass cheeks, and touching his butthole. His own cock, reassured by the now confirmed emptiness surrounding him, led him down to the shore on the outside of the rock ledge that created the cove. The whole time he moved, the awareness of another turned on man just a few yards away kept tantalizing him. They still had time to themselves, and Will already knew how to enjoy it, as he walked out along the descending rock into the sea, then climbing the sandbar, with the water no deeper than his knees. Mike was getting a full view of his body, and Will could clearly see the effect it was having, as he kept greedily eying Mike's turned on state. Getting closer, he told Mike that no one was around, and that no one was likely to arrive for a good while. Mike grinned, Will noticing how his hand had slipped to his cock as they grew closer. Standing here in the water, it was quite obvious just how hidden the cove truly was, and Will suggested that they walk out a bit, then stretch out on the cove's sandbar, letting the gentle waves pass around them. He had never felt his heart beat so hard, immense in his chest, his entire being on a knife edge after realizing that he didn't really need to proposition a hard man, even as Mike's hand reached out, curling around an ass cheek, a hand now stroking along his crack, fingers sliding along his ass, reaching the floating hair around his balls and inner thigh. Moaning, he moved closer, his own hand reaching for Mike's ass. Pulling him closer in the water, the thrill of contact grew, encompassing him as he realized that they were now beginning to grind cock to cock. Kissing naturally followed, tongues darting and sliding against each other, with a wet hand sliding over a willing nipple, or over a curved ass cheek. This time, the feeling of a man's hard cock didn't lead to Will submitting himself to another man's will, but instead, he matched it, as he pressed harder against Mike, creating a shared rhythm of motion. A motion he had never before imagined, with a naked man in the sea under the hot sun. Will slowly noted that they hadn't actually moved further before getting too hot to do anything but surrender to the pleasure, his awareness of anything except the sensation of man to man sex melting away in the touch of a hard cock against his, a man's mouth at his nipple, the ring of his asshole being probed gently. Will still really couldn't process just how hot sex with a total stranger could be, waves of sensation coming coming from so many directions as his lips found Mike's, his tongue teasing in turn, until meeting equal resistance, both grinding themselves in the water. Will closed his eyes, knowing that the building flood in his balls was impossible to stop as his hands clenched Mike's ass. Mike's cock start to pulse, and his responded, both of them in orgasmic bliss as Will's balls started to pump hot cum, pressing against another cock doing the same. Mike- Watching Will come down from his vantage, his body language communicating the fact that they still had time to spend alone, enjoying the water and sun and sand. Mike's cock grew as he focused on Will's own freely swinging cock, one that was also growing larger as he reached the sand, walking out into the water. It would be foolish by this point to disguise his own naked interest, especially as Mike knew that they could keep playing for a while. Though a part of Mike still clung to the idea that his hand sliding along his shaft could be interpreted as just cleaning his it in the salt water, it was a bare rationalization. A part of him enjoyed the amusement of such silly thinking, just further evidence of how his mind was crumbling in the face of reality - that a man that Mike had already made hard and even fucked a bit was growing closer, with a cock as erect as his own. Keeping the initiative, or at least helpless against it, he reached out to feel Will's ass, bringing him closer, knowing that this time, whatever happened, there was no way he could stop himself. He hadn't just been making Will too horny to stop, but also himself. It had always been one of the real attractions of gay porn - often, there wasn't any doubt the performers were also getting off. Mike enjoyed getting off while getting his partner off, and the Internet had been a fantastic source of watching real people get off. Now, he was starting to press against a real man, whose hardness was against his own, thrilling him to realize just how the hardness of a cock made cumming with a man so different than fucking a woman. And just as good. Cock to cock, Mike started to move up and down, hands pulling on Will's ass. Feeling Will's torso stretch against his, Mike knew they were going to cum, bodies moving against each other with a simple and irresistible goal. The knowledge that he had seduced a willing man made his own pleasure grow, Will's cock discovering incredible ways to make Mike's cock respond in a rising wave of orgasm. He had never had sex with a man, much less with one outdoors so openly, but the opportunity had been impossible to resist. And now, the kinky thought of his wife getting fucked by the cock he started to cum with grew in his mind. Sliding into perfect ecstacy, cock pumping, the entrancing thought of his wife getting fucked by the sexy cock carried him away. Letting the words of his fantasy reach Will's ears - 'fuck him .. fuck sexy cock .. ride him .. Beth .. wet cunt .. fuck cock .. fuck him.' Spanish Beach Ch. 02 This is a continuation of an imagined story - many of the elements are true, but the events are fiction. * Elizabeth sat in the rental car's other front seat as her husband drove, picking up someone he had met on the beach yesterday. Arriving at one of the newer vacation complexes, tucked behind the final ridge line one crossed on a dirt road to reach the regional park's long beaches, parking was no problem. In fact, a certain emptiness could be felt in the air - a new and unlived in area, offering good location but no character at all. Contrasted to the older campground where they were renting an air conditioned wood bungalow, where the parking tended to be haphazard. Though the bungalow's partially shaded parking area was convenient, added to the fact that generally, people just walked within, or left for the beach or other destinations during the day. They had left around 10:30am, still apparently early by Spanish standards. At least the fairly large campground store was open, making it easy for her to look around a bit and buy supplies for the beach. Her husband had suggested returning to the nude beach area of the park, and though she had her various reservations, she understood her husband's attraction to looking around. One she shared occasionally, appreciating a really sexy man or woman, though she found nudity less arousing in general than any of the men she had ever known. Not that she had ever minded being looked at, at least when she was younger. Now, in her early 40s, she did not consider herself as particularly attractive naked. Not to mention even the thought of being on a nude beach always brought back the painful sensation of peeling sunburned nipples, the result of her first time topless at a French beach. Leading to both a decades long pause in taking her top off for sunbathing, and extreme caution in ensuring that it never happened again when she finally let her breasts hang free in the air. She had made sure to pack enough sun tan lotion, making her husband grin in turn, and remark how the man they would be meeting hadn't had any yesterday. Since he was obviously not tanned, and also apparently making his first visit to a nude beach, Mike had made sure to offer his suntan lotion, along with a cautionary tale from her past. 'And did you make sure he was covered everywhere?' she asked, and noted how his grin changed as he said that they were both well covered. An expression which tempted her to ask further questions, before letting the opportunity pass. Shopping, she decided there wasn't any good reason not to buy some beer, though the 8 pack of cans was an unusual size, seeming almost excessive. Elizabeth also bought several croissants and a fairly large baguette from the bakery counter, more salted almonds, and some cheese. They already had water - one bottle frozen, two others chilled in the silvered cooler bag. Apart from the beer, they were travelling quite light, she thought, a bit surprised to realize just how free the beach visit actually was - no clothes, no one knowing them at all, drinking beer at the beach with a naked stranger. Thinking, with a strange pull, of how this was the sort of thing she hadn't done when she was 20. And how just considering the possibility of certain situations was leading to a certain tingling awareness between her enticingly uncovered legs, an awareness reinforced by the fact she wasn't wearing any panties under her newly bought thin cotton skirt. It surprised her to realize that the feeling of being in public like this was just as intensely arousing in her 40s as it had been in her 20s. Especially knowing that in a half hour or so, she would be enjoying the sun and water of the beach on her naked skin, sharing a cold beer with two naked one, one of them someone she had been paired with for years. After putting everything in the back, settled to be ready to pull out when they arrived, it was obvious her husband had become aware that she wasn't just braless, not at all uncommon for her, but she was also pantyless. Putting her squarely on the slutty side of dressing, in a way going braless never had. Even at work, she was just one of at least four women, 3 roughly her age, who more than occasionally would go braless. Not surprisingly, that group encompassed two women with average size breasts, and two with very small breasts. One woman her age also her a pierced nipple, occasionally noticeable in the summer, when she wore a thin top, where the ring stretched the fabric. Making it a bit of intimate jewelry, and a bit of ornamentation, in an area politely not discussed at work. Admittedly, Elizabeth didn't care much for piercing, but several of her younger male co-workers had commented approvingly privately (a couple of them also with piercings). Parking, her thoughts returned to the present, walking up the stairs from the street in the section with seemingly the correct number range, the heat of the rising sun somewhat balanced by the breeze coming from the direction of the sea. She wondered about her husband's holiday acquaintance. They had both talked over the years of what they found attractive in someone while at various beaches, pools, and saunas, and he had also known the surfer she had enjoyed an affair with in Hossegor, while he took care of the kids. Her husband really never understood what women found sexy in a man, simply accepting it as a blindspot, a result of not being female. He also didn't find men as such attractive, even if he did get off with her watching the occasional gay porn video. Especially group scenes, where a couple of cocks were rubbing against each other while being stroked or sucked. Actually, her husband seemed a bit kinky in that direction, at least in her fairly relaxed eyes. After all, she occasionally found a woman really sexy. Not to mention her occasional fantasies about women of a certain type - blond, slender and tall, breasts and ass on the smaller side, very feminine, with exquisitely worn lingerie under business attire, or tiny bikinis while sunning at a pool or beach. In public, wearing generally muted colors, grays and whites, lipstick and make up highlighting the contrast between the prim setting and a sexy woman underneath, just waiting to be taken. Not that the fantasy had ever been fulfilled - both of the women she had told it to, one half-Swedish, the other a college friend, had found the very idea 'disgusting.' Which had left her quite discouraged, as both times, she had hoped her talking about her transparently veiled interest would be an opening to explore her sexy friend's body. Hearing the knocking, her idle thoughts left as the present arrived again. The door opened, and introductions were made- Will was younger, as her husband had said, with an expression of friendly temptation, knowing that she found younger men really sexy, especially when combined with inexperience. Or at least somehow awkward, as inexperience often was. Now, she noticed a certain spark she couldn't quite finger between her husband and Will - a wary attraction on her husband's part, she would have thought if Will had been female. Will's state was beyond her judgment, having never met him before, though the way he glanced at her husband's crotch had sent a certain kinky shiver through her - maybe her husband had met, or been picked up by, a gay man. She had been scared of AIDS for decades, but at some point, even that fear fades, especially when an unexpected opportunity arises. Getting back into the car, Will in the middle of the rental car's rear seats, their departure was straight, the beach only a couple of minutes away, with few people yet stirring in what she considered a gorgeous summer day. Will had brought little but a towel and a small bag, also clearly understanding just how lightly one enjoy the beach. Driving, her husband told Will that Elizabeth had bought enough beer to last till lunch, leading to a certain expression on everyone's face, an almost guilty sharing of just how far one can go in enjoying vacation. Elizabeth thought about spending time naked and drinking with someone she had never met, remembering how enjoying a stranger was a benefit of vacation she had certainly enjoyed in the past, particularly ten years ago in France, another time they had also been staying close to a naturist beach. And how being naked and drinking a couple of beers would likely leave her in a truly slutty state, considering that Will's appearance hit several of her buttons, tall and thin, having a certain boyishness about him, just as her husband had said. His clothing was loose, and quite minimal, little more than shorts and a t-shirt. Glancing down, it appeared he wasn't wearing any underwear, as the head of his hanging cock lay against the fabric. A choice which matched well with her own very basic clothing - skirt and t-shirt - a realization sending another tingle to her moistening pussy, opening itself, adding to the sense of temptation in the air, a certain scent starting to drift among them. Reaching a decision at the start of the final straight stretch leading down to the beach parking areas, Elizabeth reached over to her husband's thigh, asking whether they were going to the nude beach, her hand sliding higher, remarking she hoped so, since she hadn't brought a bathing suit along. After all, she just assumed since the two of them met there yesterday that naked sunbathing and swimming was the plan. Continuing, she also mentioned how drinking a beer before they hit the beach would save a bit of carrying on someone's part. She was amused to see how Will was focusing on her face, and how sometimes, he couldn't help but steal a glance at what was going on in the front, her fingers beginning to slide over her husband's swelling cock. It had been a while since she had last done this, which would be at least of a partial explanation for her husband's almost panting response to her touch. Turning back to Will, she asked him what he thought, when her husband reached for her thigh with his right hand, making her shift to let the questing hand more easily find her pussy, sliding his palm over her bush, fingers spreading her lips, then spreading her own wetness against the smooth skin. As their stroking began to fall into sync, Elizabeth noticed how Will was looking at her husband's crotch, a hard cock outlined against the fabric of his shorts, proving the accuracy of her earlier observation. Fooling around in car, she was already truly starting to get turned on, even while realizing she didn't seem to be the complete center of attention between two men. Luckily, no other cars were on the road at the time, and a bit of caution reasserted itself swiftly, both of them growing more demure the closer they rode to the third or so full parking area. Elizabeth was amazed at how her mood was changing, becoming 'primitive,' a term she generally used with scorn. Now, there was no denying how horny her various stray thoughts and actions had left her. Turning again towards the rear after parking, her gaze downwards stretched out as she looked a the head of an erect cock no longer covered by fabric, making it difficult to ask who wanted the first beer, as her breath seemed to disappear and her mouth went dry. Mike had already popped the trunk, and Will got out, grabbing the cooler bag, taking out a couple of beers. Grabbing the towels and another bag with lotion and snacks, they were ready to leave, having already drank some of the beer before walking down the long wood pathway, and then along the beach. The beer was quickly drained from everyone's cans while walking. Passing a trashcan, the cans were pitched in one after the other, smiles being shared as each can went in. The nudist area was very sparsely settled, with just a handful of areas set up, with a good 15 yards between most of them. Not exactly private, but at least somewhat discrete, considering that they were complete strangers here. Setting up was simple, spreading out three towels on the sand, anchoring them with the bags - the cooler bag shaded by an extra towel - then undressing. Elizabeth took her top off first, then bent down to straighten out a stretch of overlapped towel. She knew her husband always found her being topless almost as erotic as her being naked, as her breasts hung freely. Both men had undressed more quickly than her, and as she took off her skirt, Mike suggested drinking another can of beer before lotioning themselves. Elizabeth easily agreed, in part because having unscented and dry hands was always better when eating or drinking. The cans were quickly opened, and not having worn panties made it easier to tease her husband while they chatted a bit, positioning her legs modestly, though not from his perspective. She was also pretty certain that Will had an idea of what she was doing. Looking around casually, she saw no one showing any interest in them, noting several couples in the distance, a couple of groups even further away, and a few single men, somewhat clustered along the caves at the rear of the sandy beach, quite distant. No one was walking near by, making this a perfect time to lotion themselves against the bright sun in a blue sky, with only a bit of humidity in the wind coming off the ocean. The weather really was ideal, as long as she was careful. Unlike Hossegor, which had been deceptively alluring, in Spain, the intensity of the sun was unavoidable. She had already spent a number of hours in the sun nude over the past couple of weeks, including a few here, so she wasn't completely white, but the light tan was only moderate protection, at best. Noticing that her second can of beer was almost empty, Elizabeth asked if both of them would like to share in making sure she wouldn't get sunburned. Finishing her beer in a couple of swallows, she lay face down, closing her eyes, saying 'take your time, both of you.' She heard the lotion being opened and poured, then felt the first touch of hands on her back, followed by a second set on her legs. This initial contact didn't really provide enough cues to know whose hands were where, but as both pairs began to spread the slippery coolness, she relaxed, letting her legs open a bit more as the hands moved up along her thighs and down her back. More lotion was being spread as she just lay, letting two men cover her skin, hands rubbing over her skin. Deciding to get a bit adventurous, she rolled over, keeping her eyes closed. Her legs were even more open now, but her breasts were the center of attention, as hands began to move over them. Her nipples grew very erect quickly, even if that wasn't a sign of arousal for her. A fact which had tended to have a mixed appeal to her husband, who really enjoyed watching her nipples crinkle at just a lick from his tongue, even though he also knew it had no further effect on her. Unlike a finger sliding between her legs, which she noticed was now starting to happen, as she just sighed and let it wander, not caring at this point about the fact they were in public. Though she wouldn't have minded the pair of men taking longer, the lotioning was over in a decent amount of time, without anyone going too far, even if her open legs more than hinted at her thoughts. She sat up, letting her husband finish covering her face with his familiar fingers tracing her features with care. She grinned at her husband as his fingers trailed down her neck, telling Will it was his turn - and that she expected Mike to help, as she didn't want to have to do all the work alone. Even she wasn't sure who she was really trying to convince, Will or Mike, but as Will lay down, her husband poured some lotion into his cupped hand, and then into her cupped hands. Even a few minutes in the fierce sun had warmed the bottle, making the lotion even more slippery, as she began around Will's ankles, each hand spreading the thick liquid along his legs, then she began to spread it out and in. Watching her husband as he also rubbed in the first portion of lotion, and feeling the effects of the beer, she waited, then asked for more suntan lotion, catching her husband's eyes, and looking at Will's still white ass. She was pretty sure the spark that jumped between them resulted from the heat of having a naked man under their hands. 'Guess we'll need more,' he said, 'to finish the job. Not to mention cover me properly afterwards.' Mike tilted the bottle to let the lotion fall on Will's ass, then poured more into his own hands. The implication seemed clear enough - Mike wasn't going to be the one rubbing Will's butt, or having his hands stray lower. Which was fine, as she began to spread out the cream, including his inner thighs. And letting her fingers stray to his balls. Being on his stomach, Will could keep his reactions private, but getting covered against the sun was necessary, keeping temptation within bounds. Until she noticed how her husband was now playing with Will's nipples, her own attention shifting as his soft moaning started to grow louder, leading her fingers to slide along the crack of Will's ass. She looked at her husband, who was watching her intently in return, as her other hand reached for Will's cock. After touching it briefly, confirming its stiffness, she commented that it was Mike's turn, before he got a sunburn - especially if he left his cock uncovered - 'When I do it, he gets all hard - even in public,' the sort of comment she knew she made when getting drunk, her middle finger pressing against Will's asshole. Shifting position, she picked up the bottle after moving her hands away from Will's quivering body, then poured some lotion in her husband's cupped hands, followed by pouring out a stream of lotion against his shoulders, which she began to rub in, spreading it a bit sloppily, as she saw her husband begin to handle his cock - his crotch at most a couple of feet away from Willl's face. Looking around, she only saw a few distant walking people, and no one nearer seemed to be paying any attention to a trio engaged in the fairly mundane routine task of preventing a nasty sunburn. She shifted a bit again, settling her ass on the yielding sand, one leg against Mike's now slippery back, the other towards Will's feet, her spread pussy kept private by Will's body blocking anyone else from seeing. She grinned, and asked Will whether she should take care of his front, in part because she wanted to get in the water, and in part, because she was certain he was still hard, and the way they were sitting, she could discretely enjoy fondling him while making sure he didn't get a sunburn in such a sensitive region. They had settled into a basic triangle, all facing inwards, with Mike's and Will's heads forming a somewhat open corner. Both men were hard, and Elizabeth reached for Will's erect cock, knowing her husband was watching. As her fingers gripped the shaft, Will reached his left hand towards her husband, fingers starting to play with Mike's nipple. At this point, her drunken awareness was moving in any number of directions, including how open her pussy was, how hot it was to play with two cocks at once, as she start to jack her husband off, and the suspicion, which just made her hornier, that her husband and Will had already gained some practice time before inviting her along to play. As both men started to moan a bit too clearly, Elizabeth gave a squeeze meant to signal a break, then took her hands away. She got to her feet, stretching a bit, giving both men time to roll on their stomachs, telling them she needed to get into the water - and if they followed in a couple of minutes, she wouldn't mind the privacy as she swam out to the swell breaking at the end of the broad sandbar. The water was perfect as she went into it, going through a deeper trench before hitting the incredibly shallow sand bar. Only her ankles were now covered, where just a couple of yards from the beach, the water had almost reached her breasts, with a fierce current as the waves drained down this channel. The nude beach stretch itself was still fairly empty, and only a couple of nudists were in the water. Spanish Beach Ch. 02 She swam a bit, getting a feel for the waves, much gentler than a couple of days ago, but still necessary to pay attention to - the swells generally weren't breaking, except for a bit of spume at the top, which remained at the top edge of the wave, until it flattened, a few yards on. The rise and fall was still quite noticeable, especially at the outer edge. She turned, and saw both men taking their last couple of steps into the water, determinedly not looking at anything but the water, both of them still half hard, their cocks bobbing. Watching, she felt a certain connection to how men seemed to like watching a walking woman's chest. Or for any reason, she thought, like getting fucked hard. Both men rose from the channel, giving her a closer look as they walked out, in view of pretty much no one. Her husband grinned, and his hand slid down to his cock, prompting her to take a couple of quick strokes closer, then twisting in the water to float on her back, her feet towards them. She rode a couple of the non-breaking waves while the men waded through the water, the splashing making sparkles, and they both began swimming as the water reached their pubic hair. Bringing her feet down, Elizabeth stood on the sand, floating in a truly primal state, each swell moving her whole body, her breasts rising and falling, even the feel of the pubic hair moving was crystal clear - she was surprised at just how totally turned on she was. And realized part of the reason was because of what Will seemed to be doing to her husband, swimming close, his thigh likely positioned to rub her husband's cock as they neared. They weren't alone exactly, but as she looked around, their privacy seemed fairly assured, especially if they all remained in the deeper water, a good 30 yards from the beach. When the two men were just a couple of strokes away, she sprung off from the yielding sand, arching her back as she rose in the water, her legs spread. She couldn't believe how slutty this making her, even as it was apparent the feeling was mutual, as both men stood, their hands sliding along their erect lengths under the dazzlingly clear water. The swell was generally following a slow mild pattern, which made playing in the surf relaxing. Having drifted between them, her naked body rubbing both as she moved, she reached to hold both cocks. Both relaxed as her hand enclosed the velvet warmth of their extended cocks, and were easily led closer together, floating in the bliss which became even more irresistible as she began rubbing her husband's cock against a stranger's. They were all naked, and adults interested in adult games at the beach. She felt herself slipping deeper into a state of simple enjoyment, being shared by the people she was playing with. 'Feel good Mike?' she was able to ask, even as her husband's hand slid over her ass, letting his index finger slide along her crack until parting her wet but utterly unslippery outer pussy libs. This had always been one of the more fascinating parts of sex in the water - the friction was completely different, as any of her own lubrication was carried away by the surrounding water. She could herself moving to let her husband better reach her turned on clit, and heard a gasp as he start to press against it. Her husband laughed, then reached for her thighs, pulling her against him. Both knew within just a second of contact that they would be fucking, regardless of any bystanders. Well, bystanders at a distance, as both of them were clearly getting off on having Will watch them. Her clit was sliding along Mike's cockhead, the growing nub fitting delightfully into the opening slit at the end of his cock, both enjoying a taste of what the other would be getting, his cock moving against her, sliding down more often as they began to move in growing tandem. The wetness surrounded them both as he slid into her pussy, hands holding her ass. She leaned back against another pair of hands, indulging Will supporting her, while he watched her slutty cunt being filled with Mike's cock. Her breasts were moving in a natural rhythm as she let herself float in primal satisfaction. One hand casually went deeper, the currents playing with her limp arm, requiring almost no thought before touching the warm silkiness of Will's jutting cock. He moaned, and moved to her side, making his cock still easier to play with, possibly without any thought of result. Elizabeth could feel her husband's reaction, as he kept pulling her harder along his rigid length, spreading her legs wide to fuck her deeper as his wrists squeezed against her thighs, guiding each thrust. With her opened pussy towards the beach, she realized, blocked from view only by her husband's body. She was gliding along his hard length, her pussy again enjoying the strange wetness of sex in the water, her husband's cock only getting wet as it entered her, its length lubricated each time he pushed in. Adding to her excitement was a deep sense of pure naughtiness, knowing just how openly she was enjoying getting fucked. She knew both men were hard, that both of them were as unconcerned as her, and that each could see how she was pleasuring them. Especially Will, who was looking at her, watching how her pussy lips wrapped around Mike's cock as he moved in and out. She knew that Mike was almost beyond stopping, letting her think that the chance to have one of her privately adult daydreams come true was quite at hand. 'Mike ... touch ... fuck me ... touch his ... touch his cock ... play ... play with ... cock.' Her encircling hand communicated just what Will thought of the idea as he began to thrust harder as she spoke. Mike slowed, changing position and grip to find Will in reach, having willingly moved closer. This surprised her a bit, his eagerness to have her husband jack him off making her think of just how a turned on man was open to anything. Not that this was a big deal by now, simply showing he was as horny as she and Mike were. Which made her inner girl proud that she had finally got a chance to see how boys play alone, recognizing that sluttiness is universal. Though 'alone' wasn't exactly right, as Mike's hand slid over hers, reaching down under Will's balls, Mike lowering her ass with his now encircling arm as they shifted position, his warm bushy pubis against hers, rubbing deeply in liquid rhythm. In a haze, she heard her husband moaning 'fuck her ... fuck cock ... fuck her .. cunt .. fuck her .. sexy cock .. fuck her .. hot cunt .. fuck her ...' The hand on her nipple began to squeeze more thoughtlessly as the stream of words reached their destination. Or one of them, as she felt Mike move each time she said 'fuck her,' her own pussy quickly picking up the rhythm as her husband turned on another man, making her so horny before she fucked him, taking another man's cock into her as her husband saw just how sexy he had made her, especially his playing with the cock that would next fuck her. Her eyes had been closed for a while, letting her experience how the men shifted her horny slit around, until a cock started to slide along her pussy lips. She realized her other lips were also participating, grunting 'fuck me .. fuck me .. Will .. fuck me Will ...' not caring how her husband heard her beg for another cock to fill her horny pussy. Mike's arms were supporting her, much as Will's had, giving her husband the same explicit view of her cunt as she began to slide along Will's hot skin, until she began to grind herself against the root of his cock, feeling his tight balls against her ass. Will moaned, completely beyonds any words, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, pushing his erect length deeper in her already fucked pussy. At this point, she was beyond noticing differences between the second cock that had replaced her husband's, concentrating on nothing but riding the man inside her until he came, pumping deep within her. She had always found fucking in water extremely erotic in the way it changed the emphasis from vigorous motion to languid contact, skin against skin, her entire body involved with the experience. An experience where time stretched, then flowed away, replaced by pure pleasure, the currents in the water providing an external motion across her body, especially along her moving breasts, her rigid nipples poking above the salt water. Her own motion was bringing her to the edge of cumming, when Will seemed to somehow lose focus, though his cock was still unbelievably hard. She fluttered her eyes open, seeing Mike rubbing his hand over Will's chest, careful to always retain contact with his nipple. And looking at Will's face, knowing how turned on he was, she watched his lips open, tongue flickering. Her eyes closed, and listening to Will's moans, she could feel him begin to turn into a pure fuck animal, his cock growing and pulsing as she tightened her own length against his. She knew she was moaning, a dim detail which still added to her intense arousal. She was making a complete stranger cum in her in front of her husband, and the pleasure was overwhelming. Her own motions matched Will's, letting herself go, moaning 'fuck ... yes ... fuck me ... cum fuck,' her hand clenching Mike's aroused cock, which had also begun pulsing. She opened to look up at him a final time before having a man fill her wanting pussy with his cum, and saw him kissing Will. The thrill of seeing two turned on men kiss, knowing that their hard cocks were about to cum, that she was being fucked by a stranger on a public beach as her husband passionately tongued a man was just distracting enough to let her look at what their threesome was doing. She noticed how Mike's left arm reached down past Will's right hip, and realized how in tune the motion of his arm was to how Will's cock slid between her puffy lips. Her first orgasm arrived simply, then a second or third when her husband came, and a couple more followed as Will filled her with cum, changing the texture of sensation again, a new contrast between the water surrounding her and the hot wetness inside. Mike was still fairly erect, but when she looked at him, it was clear he was utterly satisfied as she was, and it occurred to her dreamily, he may have also had a fantasy or two fulfilled, now replaced by the indescribable reality shared by both of them with a stranger.