I’m not sure what possessed me to do it.
For countless months, my friends had been giving me constant crap because the only time I ever left the comfort of my home was to go out and get groceries. I worked from my residence and wasn’t much of a people person, but since I was quickly approaching my mid-thirties, they believed I needed to find a woman since I wasn’t getting any younger. I guess I couldn’t disagree with them, but since I wasn’t about to take my chances online, I wasn’t sure what they wanted me to do. It wasn’t like I was going to approach some random stranger at the supermarket and start playing “twenty questions” with her.
To be honest, I’m not exactly sure why my friends were so adamant about me hooking up with someone. I mean, I appreciated their concern and all, but at times, their constant pestering became downright annoying. In fact, I’m sure this will make me sound like a bit of a jerk, but after a while, I started ignoring some of their texts since I already knew most of the messages would merely be, “You met a woman yet?”
This went on for slightly longer than I wanted, and on one summer afternoon, after I had finished my work for the day a little early, one of my buddies opted to call me instead of texting. I rolled my eyes when I glanced at my phone and saw who it was, but since I had been putting all of my chums off for so long, I decided to answer the call with a disgruntled, “Yeah?”
I could go into detail about how excited my friend on the other end of the line was, but when he revealed to me that he had heard about a new resort town that had seemingly appeared overnight, he could hardly contain himself. Shockingly enough, he claimed it was only a mere thirty-minute drive north of the municipality we lived in, and he was also going on about how they were having some kind of “grand opening” celebration over the weekend. This buddy of mine – his name was Shawn, by the way – didn’t tend to get overly elated about things unless they involved tits or pussy – his words, not mine – so I wondered why he cared about the place so much until he revealed its name to me.
He informed me that it was called “Lewdoria.”
To be honest, the name sounded like a pornophile’s paradise to me. I could see why Shawn would be so ecstatic, and even though I was curious, I wasn’t about to ask how he had found out about the location. I had known the guy for years, and he wasn’t shy about revealing to me and our other friends that he had seen so much smut and partaken in so much sex throughout his life that he had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to find new thrills. If not for loudmouths like Shawn, I wouldn’t have known what “hogging” or “pearl diving” even were.
Still, he was a fun guy to hang around with and was a close friend, so as he did his best to convince me that I needed to pack up a bag and check it out, I decided to humor him by asking, “What kind of place is it, exactly? I mean, I’m guessing the name says it all, but what’s a guy supposed to expect from such a locale?”
“Trevor, my friend,” Shawn took a tone I was all too familiar with since I knew it as his “you-have-to-try-this-out-and-tell-me-how-it-is!” voice, “quite simply put, I believe this resort is the next best place to Heaven!”
“Have you been there?”
“No, but I’ve been doing plenty of research! Trevor, this resort is supposed to be like a never-ending frat party!”
I groaned as I responded, “Shawn, you know how much I hated college.”
“I know, I know! But this is like a shindig without all the stupidity and other bullshit!”
“How would you know that if you’ve never been there?”
I could hear Shawn clearing his throat on the other end of the line and preparing to give me one of his long-winded lectures. Without fail, he took a deep breath and began, “According to what I’ve read, Lewdoria welcomes any race, orientation, or creed to come partake in festivities to celebrate life itself! People are allowed to be themselves while enjoying the many different activities the resort has to offer, and there’s no admission fee to enter the grounds! Sure, you have to pay for food, booze, and a hotel room if you plan on spending the night, but walking around the place costs zilch! Oh, and the best part: The dress code is strictly optional!”
Knowing Shawn the way I did, I believed I already had a pretty good idea of what he meant, but that didn’t stop me from asking, “By ‘optional…’”
“Trevor! A person can walk around butt-ass naked and not worry about breaking any rules!”
I chuckled since the very thought seemed ludicrous, but the moment Shawn heard me do so, he was already going off on another tangent.
“Trevor, this is the kind of place wet and sticky dreams are made of! It’s a place where a guy can go and let his dong out in order to show the women how much he appreciates them! I could pop wood and not worry about shitty rules like ‘indecent exposure’ because Lewdoria would respect my rocket launcher! Hell, it’s even stated in their charter – and I’m reading this, word for word – that ‘touching oneself in public is perfectly acceptable behavior within the boundaries of Lewdoria.’ How fucking awesome is that!? Oh, and Trevor, did I mention that there’s a nude beach? I mean, that should go without saying, but it sits along the coast with the resort and other shops, and…”
I didn’t mean to cut my enthused friend short, but I couldn’t help but interrupt, “If you’re so thrilled to see this place in the flesh, why aren’t you going?”
Shawn obnoxiously chortled, “‘In the flesh.’ I see what you did there, Trevor.”
My lewd – no pun intended since we were talking about Lewdoria – friend could be thrown off topic by the merest word that reminded him of sexual activity, so I tried to get things back on track by sternly saying, “I’m serious, Shawn. If the idea of this place excites you so much, why do you want me to go?”
“Trevor,” my bud did his best to take a solemn tone, “when was the last time you got laid?”
Honestly, I couldn’t even come up with the proper answer on the spot. I knew I was fudging the numbers when I eventually mumbled, “Um, last year, maybe?”
“Try last decade,” Shawn immediately corrected me. “Hell, Trevor! I know more about your sex life than you do! That’s fucking sad!” I heard a sound that reminded me of a balloon deflating on the other end of the line until my friend decided to ask, “Trevor, do you know when the last time I had sex was?”
“Um, last weekend?”
“Try last night. And it happened twice.”
“Same woman?”
“Nope.”
Sometimes, I wondered how Shawn and I retained such a tight-knit friendship. We were two totally different people, and our values greatly contrasted.
“Trevor, you owe it to yourself to give this place a shot. You need to pack a bag, head north, and let your dick out to play. If you’re not comfortable heading to the nude beach portion right away, check out some of the places along the boardwalk. Look into what kind of food they serve, but Trevor, STAY AWAY from the hot dog stands! Get a bag of mini donuts or something, but DO NOT let anyone see you shoving a wiener in your mouth, no matter how many toppings you try hiding it under! That would give the other people there the wrong idea!” While anyone listening to me tell this tale would probably think Shawn was kidding around, I knew he was being dead serious.
Eventually, I responded with a bit of a laugh since I was rather modest, but my best bud once again insisted that I give it a shot. He kept telling me I had nothing to lose, and if nothing else, I could work on my tan and maybe rub one out while enjoying my time in nature since no one would look twice.
After ending the call and convincing a disgruntled Shawn that such a place just wasn’t for me, I set my phone down and walked out to my refrigerator to fetch a grape soda. After cracking the cold beverage open and taking a swig, I swallowed the refreshing liquid before being hit by a flicker of curiosity. Even though I wasn’t actually considering it, my feet carried me back to my cellular device so I could pick it up and use it to look up the location my friend had given me. When I saw that it legitimately existed and was – as Shawn had said – about a thirty-minute drive away, I surprisingly considered snagging a pair of trunks from my dresser so I could check the place out. After all, I figured it couldn’t hurt to drive by and merely have a look. I could always turn around and come home without getting out of my vehicle if I became uncomfortable with anything.
Unable to believe that I had mustered up the courage to journey toward a location where people were allowed to be uninhibited and let their wild sides out to roam free, I made sure to snag a water bottle from my fridge and a few snacks for the road. I disrobed and threw my clothes into a bag after locating the swim trunks I rarely used, and without second-guessing myself, I pulled them on. I couldn’t believe I was legitimately excited to scope this Lewdoria place out, but after reading a bit about it, I couldn’t help but be filled with wonder.
I threw a few other items in my bag along with my clothes before snagging my keys off the counter and heading out to my truck.
*
Throughout my drive, I listened to the radio while wondering why I had never heard of Lewdoria until now. Even if it was a newer location, it seemed like the type of place that would garner quite a bit of attention since the town I lived in was typically pretty dull, but at the same time, it may have been kept under wraps for a reason. I mean, it wasn’t like parents would want their impressionable children to hear about such a site.
Well, as unbelievable as such a prospect was for someone like me, I ended up driving to the beach resort and found a parking lot located roughly a quarter of a mile away from the main entrance. I couldn’t see much from where I sat in my truck due to a large cluster of trees, but at the same time, I figured that was by design. A nude beach couldn’t be out in the open, so Lewdoria must’ve been sequestered away from prying eyes. If I wanted to check things out, I would have to get out of my automobile and go for a bit of a walk.
I think it was mostly idle curiosity that overtook me, and as shocking as it was for a reserved guy like me, I took that walk down a marked path through the thick forest. There had been a decent number of other vehicles in the lot and even a few signs to designate that the location was legit, so I pushed onward while feeling the pace of my heart quicken. I wasn’t sure why it had done so since I wasn’t expecting to see much, but I guess the thought of possibly espying a few beautiful women sauntering through the sand in nothing at all captivated me.
Of course, at the same time, it quickly occurred to me that the type of women I could end up seeing might not be the type I’d want to observe in their altogether. Now, that’s not meant to make me sound rude since I knew I was far from perfect, but perhaps I was about to stumble upon a beach resort where a bunch of “undesirables” – men and women alike – converged to have a good time. Again, I wasn’t trying to sound judgmental, but I hoped I wasn’t setting myself up for trouble.
I finally reached the end of the path and stepped out of the tree line. I had been expecting to approach a gate or something of the like, but instead, I spotted a sign to my left that read, “Welcome to Lewdoria!” as I ambled out into the open. My feet carried me forward a few yards in the sand until I came to a complete stop and merely gazed in wide-eyed wonder. As I silently took in my surroundings, I was so stunned that I couldn’t even utter the word “wow.”
I can’t say I’ve been to a lot of beaches in my time, and the fact that I’ve spent a grand total of zero minutes at any other resort wouldn’t make me the best authority on what would be classified as picturesque or fancy, but what met my astonished orbs was truly a marvelous sight to behold.
While nothing could be considered overly glamorous, the lively area was littered with all sorts of noteworthy architectural designs. There were what looked like crudely constructed huts in both circular and rectangular shapes scattered throughout the beach between various palm trees, and numerous boardwalks led to the many diverse locations spread out across the area. Closer to the water, there were at least a dozen docks for people to have fun on while enjoying the ocean and its majestic view, and I even noticed a few areas that looked like stages for events. There were carts and vendors haphazardly dispersed throughout the vicinity to sell their wares, and in the distance to my right, behind everything else, the most elegant building of all stood a good five or six stories high. I assumed it had to be the hotel.
I stood in hushed awe for quite some time until a group of three women passed me on their way to one of the vendors. They smiled and waved, and while I didn’t want to be rude, I couldn’t find my voice to utter a single syllable the moment I realized they were topless. I had trouble believing how nonchalant they were when it came to “displaying their goods,” but thankfully, they merely laughed at my response since they could plainly see they had left me speechless.
It took me a full minute or two, but I finally shook the cobwebs from my cranium and mustered up the courage to take a step forward. As I began venturing deeper into what Shawn would’ve undoubtedly referred to as “the promised land,” I noticed a man with a towel wrapped around his waist shoving part of a hot dog in his mouth near a trash can in the distance. I inwardly chuckled upon remembering my friend’s warning, but I instantly forgot about it just as fast as it had come back to me when I turned after hearing a bit of commotion. What caught my attention was something my modest mind unquestionably wasn’t accustomed to.
“And here are your finalists of the ‘First Annual Lewdoria Wet T-Shirt Contest!’”
I won’t lie: The vibrant announcer gave some names, measurements, and other vital statistics, but I didn’t catch a single one of them as the first contestant strutted her stuff across the wooden planks of the raised stage and began dancing with more sensuality and spirit than most strippers. The looker with dark hair and a bronzed complexion was wearing a skimpy white top that revealed the undersides of her larger-than-average bust, as well as a scanty bikini bottom that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Of course, due to the nature of the event she was participating in, her tight attire was soaked, and had the man on the mic not mentioned a wet T-shirt contest, I may have mistaken her for walking around in the nude.
Okay, so I wasn’t that dense, but it was safe to say that the unashamed woman’s garments were so drenched and tiny that she was practically naked.
A few other men passing through the area stopped near me, along with those already amassed, so they – as well as I – could watch the attractive female prance across the stage. They cheered her on by clapping, shouting, and throwing their fists in the air, and when she suddenly stopped and smiled in our direction, I don’t know why I was shocked when she abruptly lifted her shirt and flashed us her bazooms. That action earned her an even louder ovation, and after she covered her beauties back up, she blew everyone gathered a kiss before confidently sashaying off the stage so the next contestant could take her turn.
I’m sure many people listening to me would question why I chose to meander off before seeing the other finalists for the competition, but I think my curiosity was steering me forward. As much fun as it would’ve been to watch a few more lovely ladies waltz about on stage with their nipples practically ripping through their tight tops, I knew there were plenty of other things to view on and around the beach area.
I wasn’t wrong.
While making my way down one of the boardwalks and past a vendor selling nachos and cold beverages, I noticed several other assembled men, as well as a few curious ladies, smiling and watching three women who were utilizing those circular toy hoops we’ve all seen by using their hips to twirl them around their bodies. At first, nothing about the normal activity seemed out of the ordinary, but then I laid eyes on a topless brunette in a pair of cut-off jean shorts who looked like she had been oiled up while swinging her hips and enjoying herself. However, the brown-haired hottie in sunglasses wasn’t the reason why I had to look twice.
A few yards away from the confident female, there was another woman participating in the same activity, but she was taking things to an entirely different level. I hadn’t noticed her right away for the sole reason of all the people circling around her and cheering her on, but when I caught wind of what she was doing, I was downright amazed in a way I never thought I would be. I found myself wondering how Shawn would’ve responded if he had been able to see what I was currently viewing.
The woman in question had long, jet-black hair and was completely naked while balancing herself on her right foot. She had her plastic, circular hoop around that same leg, and as she carefully gyrated her body so the hoop could travel around her lower thigh, she lifted her bent left leg off to the side while utilizing another “toy” on herself. The look on her face was one of unadulterated joy and satisfaction as she rammed a dildo between her bald pussy lips while gaining commendations from the crowd.
“Whoa,” I mouthed as I watched on for a few more seconds before continuing onward. Apart from the nudity and obvious “naughtiness” of the situation, I knew the woman performing the act had some real talent, but it still felt a little weird to watch her performance.
I passed another competition that was supposedly a bikini contest, but I figured the judges of said event were keeping quite an open mind when considering how one of the women involved suddenly walked onto the stage completely naked and holding her hands over her privates. When it was announced that she was sporting a “handkini,” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
While continuing forward, I noticed a couple standing off to my right who would’ve looked normal at a regular beach. The male member of the duo appeared to be in his early forties and wore a pair of black swimming trunks and an unbuttoned white shirt, while the female, who was probably in her late thirties, wore a pink one-piece swimsuit that was pretty modest, given our location. Like the man I assumed to be her husband, the woman wore a short-sleeved, unbuttoned shirt over her beach attire, and she also donned a pair of sunglasses to hide her eyes from the scrutinizing public.
As foolish as I felt for doing so, I cleared my throat and found my courage while approaching the couple so I could ask, “Pardon me, but do you know where I could locate the ‘nude beach’ portion of this place?” The instant the words escaped my lips, I felt like a real boob.
The expression on the woman’s face remained stoic – almost as if she were judging me for asking, even though she was also a guest of Lewdoria – but the man pointed over his right shoulder with his thumb of the same side toward a large, natural wall of stone near the shoreline about thirty yards away. “Beyond that cliff over there, follow the coast for about fifty meters, and you’ll be there.”
“Thanks,” I uncomfortably said as I noticed the woman staring a hole through me out of my peripheral vision. I was glad she had those sunglasses on: I didn’t want to see how critical her eyes had more than likely become.
Without hesitation, I rushed past the couple in the direction of the shoreline and followed it along the coast. Upon approaching the massive wall of rock that apparently separated the resort area from the nude beach area, I suddenly felt a few gentle waves washing up and dousing my sandaled feet in their refreshing kindness. There was more than enough room for me to walk closer to the cliff face if I didn’t want to get wet, but the water felt pretty darn good. It was, after all, a fairly warm day, and the peaceful swashes were a welcome diversion.
My heart began racing in my chest as I thought about what awaited me beyond the “miniature mountain” I was passing by. The natural landmark obscured most of my vision of whatever lay beyond, but after espying some of the sights back in the resort area of Lewdoria, I couldn’t help but fantasize about the possibilities I was about to view. If the women on the nude beach were even half as attractive as the first finalist of the wet T-shirt contest or the flexible woman with the hoop and other toy, I knew I was in for a treat.
At the same time, though, my modesty that Shawn and my other buds were always giving me crap for abruptly reemerged with a vengeance. I suddenly found myself debating whether or not I was making the right choice in exploring what more than likely was the “bawdier” side of Lewdoria. I had to keep in mind that I was nothing like my more outgoing chum when it came to putting myself in such situations.
As my mind whirled with the possibilities, I found myself pondering how easily Shawn would’ve handled everything I had witnessed back at the resort. He undoubtedly would’ve stayed behind to see how the competitions turned out, and he more than likely would’ve hit on the winners. He also wouldn’t have been embarrassed about approaching the couple to ask for directions, and if I knew my friend the way I thought I did, I would’ve been willing to bet that he would’ve flirted with the man’s wife after receiving the information he required.
I had become so lost in thought that I failed to notice that my feet had carried me the last few yards necessary to reach my destination. I had passed the cliff face without realizing it until I felt the sun relentlessly beaming down on me since the shadow of the wall was no longer blocking it out. When it suddenly dawned on me that I had stumbled upon the nude beach, I came to a complete stop and stood frozen in the sand. I merely gazed at what met my surprised spheres in wide-eyed wonder.
I firmly believe my heart skipped a beat the second I witnessed a plethora of naked people walking and lounging about while having a good time. I mean, I should’ve known it was coming, but somewhere deep down, I think I may have believed that Shawn was somehow pulling the biggest practical joke of all time on me. I was almost expecting a group of my buds to jump out and yell, “Got’cha!” but instead, I saw what must’ve been a couple of hundred free-spirited men and women enjoying the unconventional setting and all the latitude it provided. It was truly a sight to behold.
As I stood there and stared in open-mouthed wonder, two women suddenly walked by who were both toned and tan. I didn’t notice them right away since I was in such awe of what was going on all around me, but when they both passed me while smiling, one of them kindly greeted me as the other said, “Take those trunks off and enjoy the beach, new guy!” When it finally registered in my mind that the women had been talking to me, I turned and watched them saunter into the distance as two lively butt cracks flashed vertical smiles in my direction before disappearing behind the cliff face I had just passed by.
“Whoa,” I mumbled under my breath as I felt a slight flitter in my shorts while turning back around to gaze across the cluttered beach before me. For the umpteenth time, I’m not trying to sound critical of anyone else, but the appearances of all the people I observed ranged from average to pretty darn good-looking. The two women who had greeted me were beyond hot, and that wasn’t even taking into account the fact that they were naked. When I had been driving to this secluded location, I hadn’t known what to expect, but now that I was here and knew it existed, I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay. Deep in my gut, I was a little intimidated since it had suddenly become obvious that there were some extremely ravishing women present.
Temporarily frozen in my spot, I continued to study my surroundings as a few more passersby approached me while traversing the area. This new group consisted of three men and four women, and like the two considerate females before them, they politely greeted me while moving ahead to their destination. I returned their kindness with a slight wave, and as they passed me, I tried to hide the fact that I was looking all of them over. Checking out the women was one thing, but it felt weird doing the same with the men. Of course, I wasn’t doing so because I wanted to, but I was trying to “size up” the competition and pick up on whether or not the males of the group were aroused. Even though Shawn had given me some info, I still wasn’t sure whether or not to believe that it would be acceptable to walk around with a full-fledged boner. I was undoubtedly unfamiliar with proper etiquette at a nude beach, and by taking a glimpse at the men, I also wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be the “smallest” guy present. My wanker wasn’t huge, but it also wasn’t tiny, by any means.
After realizing I was in better physical shape than all three men and possessed equipment that was more prominent than two out of three of the cheerful beachgoers, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew it would take a little time to conform to what passed as the norm in Lewdoria, but I felt a little more confident as I began making my way back toward the tree line in the distance. If I had to guess, I would’ve estimated that roughly eighty percent of the people present were gathered closer to the water, where they were soaking in the sun. I thought that joining the smaller crowd back by the shade would be in my best interest, not because I was trying to hide from the populace, but because I figured I could find a spot and watch how the masses acted.
I passed a few more people on my way to my destination, and when I nearly bumped into a naked woman who dashed out in front of me to go talk to one of her friends, I inwardly sighed in relief that I managed to dodge her. I knew accidents were bound to happen in any setting, but colliding with an attractive female on a nude beach made me feel a little awkward.
After the near miss, another woman darted by to catch up to the one I had almost made contact with, and as she pranced through the sand with more energy than a group of six-year-olds at a birthday party, she lowered her sunglasses and looked me over before whistling. She didn’t stop while doing so, and as the barefoot beauty frolicked across the beach behind her friend, she didn’t even bother to look back as she excitedly exclaimed, “Oof! Now there’s a stud who I wouldn’t mind getting dicked by!”
I wasn’t sure if the woman was being serious or not since she disappeared into a miniature throng of nudists, but her words undoubtedly did wonders for my self-esteem. Even my last girlfriend had never said anything as remotely flattering, so I couldn’t help but beam with pride as the praise went straight to my head. In fact, the kind words instilled me with so much confidence that I decided to do something I never thought I’d do: I bent over and whipped my shorts off in public.
So, as previously mentioned, the vast majority of the beachgoers were relaxing and conversing closer to the water, but there were still quite a few lying on beach towels under the protective shade of some large trees near where I found myself. I hadn’t been paying attention to whether or not any of them were even looking in my direction, but the second my trunks came off, I heard a woman whistle. I won’t lie and say it didn’t make me feel just as good as the previous female’s comment, so when I made eye contact with her from roughly thirty feet away, I gave her a wave. She smiled and waved back from where she suddenly sat up on her towel.
From what I could see of the woman in question, I would’ve estimated that she was probably about five-foot-four, but I could’ve been off since she wasn’t standing up. What I couldn’t miss was the fact that she had gorgeous brown locks that probably tumbled down most of her back, and even from thirty feet away, her dark eyes gave off an ironic glow. Her rosy-red lips glimmered, and her skin was obviously tanned from her time under the sun. From a single glimpse, I would’ve estimated that she was either in her late twenties or early thirties, and she was so damn skinny, I bet I could’ve hefted her with one arm wrapped around her slender waist. Her lithe and fit figure was truly breathtaking, but she had a couple of other outstanding characteristics that a blind man couldn’t have missed on this majestic beach.
The smiling, kindhearted woman was stacked with a perky pair of knockers.
I don’t mean to sound like what some women might refer to as “a typical guy” for pointing out this radiant stranger’s cheery chesticles, but I was on a nude beach, after all. I’d be neglecting my duties as a storyteller if I didn’t elaborate on how remarkable those magnificent mammaries were on her small frame, and how they fit her ravishing body type with sheer perfection. The brunette stunner looked like she could’ve been the most popular stripper in any nightclub, and I firmly believed those boobs were tailor-made for her.
I wanted nothing more than to walk over, throw my towel down on the ground beside hers, and start chatting her up. I wasn’t the most outgoing guy in the world – especially when it came to gorgeous women since I usually found them intimidating – but I also wasn’t an introvert. I could hold a conversation when I had to, but since I was standing around with my dong fully exposed to a bunch of strangers, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to speak without stuttering, especially since the beauteous brunette was a perfect ten.
Since I felt that staring at the dazzling female for more than three seconds might creep her out, I moved on and tried to find a place to sit down away from the main crowd. I passed a few more beachgoers who greeted me with kindness and waves, and it hit me that the people gathered in this throng seemed much nicer than most other people I had ever met. Everyone seemed outgoing and supportive, and I could really appreciate that.
As I continued onward, I noticed a woman sitting next to a man who was lying in a supine position and using his arms as pillows. He was having a normal conversation with her while sporting a full-on boner, so my question about erections had seemingly been answered.
While I journeyed even deeper into the mass of people, a pretty woman who was probably barely pushing five feet accidentally bumped into me since she had been engrossed in a discussion with her nearby friend. The second she did so, we both began apologizing to each other, and before they continued in the opposite direction they had been heading in, she flashed me a bright smile while pointing out, “I like your chest and pecker, by the way!” Her friend giggled in girlish glee as they skipped off through the sand.
I couldn’t help but smile since I had never received so many compliments in a single day. I was really beginning to enjoy this place, and I even thought about texting Shawn after finding a spot where I could get comfortable so I could thank him for telling me about it. Perhaps my chums had been correct, and I should’ve been leaving my place a hell of a lot more often.
As the afternoon sun beat down on my back, I continued onward and turned to my left so I could take a page out of the book belonging to the stunning brunette who had whistled at me. By that, I mean that I wanted to find some shade. I wasn’t big on sunburn, and since I hadn’t initially planned on staying more than a few hours, I hadn’t packed any sunscreen.
My eyes suddenly grew wide when I noticed two women scissoring off in the distance as a few onlookers watched on and clapped, and I even spotted a blonde giving a man a blow job. Strangely, it caused me comfort and a little unease at the same time. On one hand, I was happy to discover I wouldn’t be kicked off the incredible coastline for sporting wood, but at the same time, a usually modest guy like myself unquestionably felt somewhat out of place.
After walking for roughly another minute, I located a place where I’d be a good twenty-five feet away from anybody on three sides. That last side would have my back to the tree line, so I’d also have my shade. Without further hesitation, I kicked off my flip-flops before spreading out my towel and dropping my phone, trunks, keys, and the bottle of water I had brought along off to the side so I could sit down. I had left my bag containing my clothes, snacks, and wallet back in my truck.
At first, I began looking to my right since the brunette bombshell was probably about forty or fifty yards away, but again, I didn’t want to come off as a creeper. She was by far the most alluring woman I had seen, and the fact that she seemed so nice was a huge bonus. As I thought about her, I began questioning why I hadn’t mustered up the courage to join her, but I still believed she was only being nice to a newcomer.
Since there were quite a few people between us, I couldn’t tell if she was looking in my direction. I wanted to believe she was, but at the same time, she unquestionably had her pick of the litter. There were plenty of hunky guys present with better builds and longer dicks than mine, and there was no doubt in my mind that she could have had any one of them she desired.
Dropping back in a supine position, I made myself comfortable and stared up at the boughs of the trees above me. I closed my eyes for a moment so I could envision the slender stunner, and when I opened them again, I glanced down toward my pelvis and realized I had the beginnings of a decent erection going. I quickly looked around and noticed a couple of older women in their fifties gazing in my direction, and when one pointed and smiled, I figured it was because I was at half-staff. I grinned and waved, but they merely giggled like a couple of women half their age before turning away.
I once again glanced upward and closed my eyes while interlocking my hands over my stomach. An image of my favorite beachgoer began seductively strutting her stuff across my dirty thoughts, and for the briefest of seconds, I pictured her walking up to me and flashing me one of her enchanting smiles before dropping down in front of me and giving me head. The daydream consisted of some of the most glorious images ever to dance through my gray matter, but before I knew it, one of my hands had found its way to my stiffening shaft in reality.
I opened my eyes and glanced around to make sure no one was watching as I gave myself a few swift strokes. Even though I knew such an action was permitted on the beach, it was still a little embarrassing to pleasure myself with onlookers all around. I knew most of the other beachgoers had better things to do than watch me, but my modesty eventually led me to withdraw my hand from my prick. Instead of jerking on myself, I placed my right arm behind my head and used it as a pillow while closing my eyes and enjoying the beautiful day.
Of course, as I lay there with thoughts of a beautiful brunette bombshell shaking her goods for me, my excited pecker remained completely aroused. It was standing at full attention, and the electricity passing through it because of the dark-eyed stunner’s kindness wasn’t about to die down any time soon. I was convinced that until my dying day, I would have an image of her smiling face burned into the recesses of my mind.
And honestly, I was okay with that.
As I wondered if any of my friends would believe that I had legitimately traveled to this secluded corner of paradise, I debated whether or not to grab my phone and start snapping pictures for proof. Instead, I placed my free arm over my eyes as I continued to daydream about the most radiant woman I had ever seen. My rigid rod was unmistakably at its max potential as I once again pictured the delightful doll wrapping her luscious lips around the crown of my cock and sucking the life out of me.
And that’s when it happened.
