Apart from a visit to a public sauna, I had not had the opportunity to get naked in public for a long time, and now, during the drive, I felt the anticipation returning to the upcoming sensations of being able to show off my body in front of hopefully a few good-looking naked men.
The sun warmed the cockpit of the RV through its large front window, enough to get me out of my dress. This was not the first time I had been naked while riding in the camper. I knew I could not be seen by the other drivers as long as they drove by in their lower-positioned cars.
To be safe, I blocked the view with a small towel on the side window so that Christian still had enough room to look in the right-side mirror, but it made it harder for others to look in.
“I hope I am not distracting you too much?” I asked Christian.
“No problem, it’s not the first time I have seen you naked,” he reassured me.
“Just be careful with the big trucks, because the drivers can see you!”
“Yeah, but only if you pass them, so do not do that, or if you do, do it fast,” I said jokingly.
It was another one of those moments when I was torn between “playing it safe” and exposing myself to an unexpected bystander.
Sitting naked in the passenger seat was already making me horny. I could not wait to get out and show off my assets!
Picardy was the region, and we had no experience there. I am the one who always researches on my phone using social media, but Christian is more old school and decided to go to the tourist information office to ask where we could find nude beaches. I threw my light dress over my head, stood up, and followed my friend.
The girl at the counter smiled when we asked. I think that not often, people come in to find out about nude beaches. She showed us a few places on the map and gave us access information. She said that these are the most beautiful places and therefore not exclusive to nudists, so a mixture of textile and nude was practiced. Clothes-optional beaches are good enough for us, so we let her give us more details.
She pointed us to a place that, in her eyes, was the most beautiful and secluded beach, but perhaps better to avoid because there could be a lot of gay men hanging around.
That would not stop us, especially knowing that there would be no families there, so little chance of children around. We could feel freer to be “naughty” and the most beautiful place, according to the lady, clearly, we knew where to go!
Less than an hour later, we parked the camper nearby and walked the long way to the beach, where we could enjoy ourselves naked. Once there, we found a nice rocky beach with a strip of sand at the waterline that widened at low tide. It was not very crowded. It was already a bit late in the afternoon.
We looked at the other visitors to the beach, and it was like most “low season” situations we had seen before: the majority of men alone, a few women, and some couples, and yes, probably some gays, but we do not see why they can not enjoy the beach like everyone else.
I estimate that 25% of the visitors were naked (especially the men) and more or less secluded from the others on one side of the beach. We were there with one goal: to get naked, so we went to the right side of the beach, where we saw more naked people than on the left side.
The sun was less hot than a few hours earlier, but that did not deter us from taking off our clothes. For me, it was easy, I just took off my little summer dress, without bra and panties, as always. Christian, with his shorts, t-shirt, and underpants, was much slower. I checked his cock and saw that it was already a little bigger than his usual size in sleep mode. Would he, like me, still get the arousing feeling of undressing in public?
We went for a quick swim. It was so nice to be in the water again, as it had been over a year since we had done that. The water was pretty cold, not like the Mediterranean, so it was a short swim. When I got back out of the water, I checked my tits to see if my nipples had gotten harder. They looked perfect! Time to show them off!
I noticed a couple of guys a little to my left, and instead of following Christian right out of the water, I purposely swerved to leave the water near them. This way I could see them better, and of course, I could offer them a good look at me too.
One of the guys said hello, and I replied in my best French, “Bonjour!”
Although I didn’t know what to say, it was an excuse to stop to extend my close-up. My friend was already getting back to our towels, while I chatted briefly, taking advantage of the moment to absorb the special feeling of being looked at my naked body.
“Premiere fois,” I heard myself say after understanding his question about whether I had been here before.
I enjoyed the men’s unconcealed glances as they slid over my body, reminding me again why I find it so exciting to show myself off. I wished my French was better, but then I turned back to Christian, who was waiting for me.
“Au revoir!” I said, glad to have seen some new dicks, and waved goodbye.
We decided to come back the next day and spend the whole afternoon on that beach. Delicious food and wine were waiting in the camper, so we went back, this time without clothes, since most people know that this is an area where “clothing is optional” and should not be shocked to see naked people, even with a 25/75% rate.
The trail was narrow, so I went first, followed by Christian, who wore most of our stuff. It’s always fun to cross people with clothes on when you have nothing on yourself! Those are moments my boyfriend gets excited and gets a semi-hard tail, knowing how strangers look at me. And for me, of course, a great way to satisfy my flaring exhibitionist feelings.
We had parked the RV not far from the main road because it was not allowed to go too deep into the park on heavy wheels, which was a protected nature area.
The temperature was still comfortable, and although we were far from the nude beach, I still had no clothes on. We ate outside at our little table, and every time I had to get something out of the RV, I stood up, exposing myself to people who might happen to take notice. We would hear a passing car honk and suspect they had seen my tits or maybe more.
During dinner, Christian suddenly suggested something special for the other day. He said he would like to know and see what it would be like with me alone at this “clothes-optional” beach. “I want to imagine what it’s like to be you, alone on a nudist beach. How about we go apart, and not as a couple?” suggested Christian.
“What do you mean?” I wondered.
“I can sit ten to twenty meters away from you and come a few minutes later, so no one knows we are a couple.”
With that, he challenged me, and I immediately liked the idea, and the next morning at breakfast, I wanted to know how. The first thing I asked was if he wanted me in a bathing suit, topless, or naked.
“I think you should start in a bikini,” he said.
“How long do we do this? Half an hour, an hour?”
“As long as you are having fun. Just call or text me, and I will be with you if you want.”
In my head, I thought about some scenarios and mentally prepared myself for a hot afternoon. I decided to get my pussy completely shaved for the day, a small task I had not taken care of yet this summer.
He always enjoyed watching me prepare my pussy, and I suggested that he could do the same with his cock. He agreed and left me to shave his shaft and balls.
We looked at each other appreciatively and looked forward to a fun game with hopefully exciting challenges.
“So you want to see if I would attract other men, right?” I asked Christian. “What do you want me to do?”
“I do not know yet, but let’s just say I’d like to see you tease other guys. Keep an eye on your phone, maybe I will give you some specific instructions,” he continued.
We went there together in the early afternoon, and when there were only a few minutes left to walk, I moved on alone, leaving him behind.
That afternoon, I wore my favorite two-piece G-string to walk from the RV to the seaside. I followed Christian’s task, to start “with textile”, being three small triangles hiding my tits and pussy. My ass was already naked, if you don’t count the string.
My back was free from my long black hair, which I had put up in a bun, so that the light breeze wouldn’t affect it.
I was going to wait and see how I felt. If other guys approached me, I would certainly go topless and probably take off my bikini completely if I felt comfortable doing so. Until that day, I had never been naked on the beach by myself, and I did not have that much experience. Now I would be alone, but with a bodyguard not far from me.
I chose my spot more or less in the middle between the unofficial nude area and the textile area, a few feet from the water line. People often stroll along the water, and that way I can look at them up close and they at me.
In my memories, I thought back to the summer Christian first took me to a nude beach resort. Apart from being naked, I had some “interesting and hot” experiences meeting some strangers in exciting surroundings: in nature and even in a swing club.
The result was that I learned a lot in a few days. My eyes were opened, and I even had some new “oral encounters” during that time. Since then, we have not taken the time to discuss further or explore real swinging. The only result of these experiences was that I found out that Christian is interested in seeing how other men look at me when I am nude, how I got touched by strangers, and that a BJ on another cock is not considered “cheating”.
I, for one, have found that I love getting naked and being seen, being watched by the drooling stares of other men. And I am not complaining about Christian’s special way of putting me in touch with other men.
Before I got married, I only had a few boyfriends, so I did not have many sexual experiences. That has changed somewhat since I met my current boyfriend, who has encouraged me to explore my sexuality. I did realize that I had ended up in a grey area somewhere with those few BJs in the recent past, but I viewed it as a benefit “in kind” stemming from exceptional situations.
Time flies, and now, here we are.
A few minutes after I settled in, Christian came and put his towel down not too far from me. He was at a little distance and could observe me very well, and eye contact was easy. I saw that he immediately undressed while I was still in my bikini. He just adapted to the other “horny single men” on the beach.
After twenty minutes, nothing happened, except that a few guys came by. The only fun thing up to that point was the role-playing game we were acting out. Two people who didn’t know each other, occasionally glancing at each other, without any form of connection.
I was bored and amused myself by making my bikini as small as possible and trying to look sexy. The triangles were the kind you could slide over the strings. This way, I made them just not too small, so they just fit over my nipples. Same with my bottom, which I made a little enough to just cover my pussy.
I was about to call Christian to come and sit with me when a man approached me and started a conversation. He was very direct and asked me why I was not naked on a nude beach. I played “dumb” and said that I thought it was optional and that we could choose either way.
“Yes,” he said, “But then you have to go over there,” and pointed in the direction where the people were wearing bathing suits.
I said that I might take my bikini off later when my friend came. The whole time, he stood close to me and showed me in an obvious way his big cock. I did not like him much as a person and stopped talking and lay flat on my stomach, face down. He gave up and left.
I heard my phone ping. It was Christian sending a message to ask if everything was okay. I told him about the conversation. He replied that the guy was right, and I should think about getting topless! Maybe that was the best way to get more attention.
Okay, finally! I took off the straps of the top and let my breasts free. I stood up and went into the sea up to my knees and poured some water over my body to refresh myself. As usual, my nipples became dark and hard. This way, I think they look more sexy.
I took a little walk along the waterline to attract some attention and went back to my spot.
On my rear end, only a thread between my butt cheeks betrayed that I was wearing something, but almost nothing. The small triangle that was left in the front just covered my pussy.
When I returned to my towel, I found another message from Christian saying that I looked sexy with bare tits! A few men walked by, some just looking, some making eye contact, but I did not react except to look at them. Most were older and not that attractive.
“I do not get much attention,” I texted Christian.
“Take another walk along the waterline towards the textile area; there are more people,” he texted back.
Yes, a lot more people over there! I knew he was challenging me. “Ok, but only if you follow me from a distance – naked!!!” I replied.
He was already naked, and I wondered if he would do it or if he would put on his swim trunks. Officially, I was topless, accepted everywhere in France on every beach, and felt safe enough until I received another SMS. “Let’s go now, and I want to see your little triangle between your pussy lips!”
Wow! Naughty Christian! But I liked the new little dare and did as he asked, motivated by the fact that he had to go naked on the textile part. I let the lower, narrow part of the fabric slide between my lips and carefully pulled it up to make it partially disappear.
My labia were uncovered, but I was still wearing a bikini bottom that showed a tiny triangle at the top, which, together with the frivolous little bows on my hips, was nothing more than decoration below my belly.
I started walking and had to pass him before reaching the beginning of the textile part of the beach. I emphatically showed that I was complying with his wishes and pulled up the strings high over my hips to make sure he got what he wanted.
With my feet in the water, I began the walk, checking after about fifty meters to see if he was following me. Technically, I was wearing a bikini, but in reality, I was just naked and made my way to the textile area. I was hoping for more topless women, so I would feel less out of the ordinary.
I felt like I was getting some special looks, but after a while, I realized that the same thing happened as with most of my other new and challenging erotic experiences, shy and scared at first, then, like a breather to get back to normal, and pure pleasure at the end!
Confidently showing off my tits and my special bikini bottom, I pretended not to care what people might think, and at the same time imagined they were looking at a hot chick passing by. A few times, I saw how certain men managed to cross paths with me at close range with perfect timing, after standing up, leaving their napping girlfriends or wives behind, to supposedly reach the waterline. Their technique for discreetly peeking at me was… well, striking! And I loved it, even if they were wearing swim trunks!
After a while, I thought it was good to go back to cross my brave friend, naked, showing his little flaccid cock on the textile part!
“I’m glad you turned around to go back,” he said without looking at me as he crossed me.
I giggled when I noticed he was not that flaccid anymore and had a lot of fun! On the other hand, I found him very brave. He was apparently willing to do a lot to expose me, literally and figuratively, to the French public.
When I got back to the naked part, I decided to continue my walk to check on people. I was so into enjoying the moment of walking in the water, the light breeze, my free boobs, sunshine, and the people, and even forgot about my string. I went back to my towel and bag because I was thirsty and saw Christian already lying face down. I pulled my G-string back in order when a new “admirer” arrived!
The guy was naked (of course!) and only carrying a big towel over his shoulder, hanging low, covering his dick. He started in the local language but quickly changed to English, with that sexy French accent.
He apologized for disturbing me, but he saw me walking from far away, such a beautiful and sexy woman we don’t see here often, blabla, and followed me and couldn’t resist talking to me, and if I didn’t mind…
I did not! The young man was very polite and confident. That was not a surprise with a body like that! It was like he came from a “Men’s Health” cover! I felt lucky and looked over my shoulder at Christian, but he was still face down. So far, my bodyguard.
He said his name is Mick and he and his friends regularly visit this beach. Then he asked if I was alone. I said yes, but maybe my boyfriend will come later. I had the impression that he did not believe me, but I didn’t feel any need to convince him.
He asked if he could sit next to me as long as my boyfriend did not arrive. I said okay, knowing Christian was close to me and I felt safe this way. He placed his towel and sat down, now without anything to hide. When he sat next to me, I saw his eyes going up and down from my face to my tits, while he did not make any effort to hide his cock from my eyes; on the contrary.
He was sitting there, using one arm to rest toward my side, the knee closest to me against the sand, the other knee straight up, opening his cross to me. His magnificent cock was resting on his inner thigh, flanked by his shaven big balls.
Like I loved to flaunt my tits, I felt he was doing the same with his dick. I guess as much as I felt him looking at my breasts, he must have noticed I was drawn to watch his well-endowed cock, shaved and cut, having his big head unprotected and seducing me.
It was like someone was turning on the water tap. I felt I was getting wet, and the situation was getting out of hand. By order of Christian, I was supposed to tease him, but it turned the other way around. I started blushing while I couldn’t stop staring at his dick and got a bit out of control.
“You don’t mind, I’ll lie down to relax and tan a bit?” I said, looking for a way to temper the hot feelings of arousal he was creating.
“Okay, good idea,” Mick said, and lay down as well, both on our backs, his legs partially open, me still with my fancy mini bikini bottom.
When I closed my eyes, I caught myself starting to fantasize about sex with him.
Everybody at that beach disappeared, and only he and I were left… I let him take me missionary, spreading my legs for him, feeling his powerful dick fucking me deep! Then he turns me around to get me on all fours to penetrate me doggy… It would be the first time to get fucked by a strong, big, and cut dick, and I imagined it was great sex!
At the same time, “ping” and another message from Christian, who noticed my company and pulled me out of my fantasy:
“Ask him to put sun protection on your back.” Hmm… not a bad idea!
I took the bottle and asked him, “Hey Mick, can I ask you a favor? Can you do my back?” I said while presenting him with the bottle, knowing he would not refuse.
He said, “Of course, Babe,” and took the time to massage my back with his big hands.
Babe??? Hmmm, it’s a bit awkward because normally it is Christian calling me “Babe,” but indeed, sexy to hear.
He kept on talking, and I forgot about what, but he did a very good job and made me think it had been a long time since Christian gave me such a nice massage. Need to remind him! He kept on rubbing my back from my shoulders and neck down to the strings of my bikini.
When he stopped, I asked him if he did not mind doing my legs. He changed position to do the job and felt little by little he let his hands go higher to my bum, which was not covered by the textile. I did not react, resulting in his hands taking care of my ass just seconds later!
I raised my head to watch Christian, who was on surveillance like a CIA agent! With sunglasses, but without the suit and tie!
After lying face down for like ten minutes, I thought it was time to start provoking Christian. I turned around to get on my back, had my head up and rested on my elbows, and asked Mick if he would like to put tanning oil again, this time on my front. Of course, it is strange to ask to apply the front since you can do that perfectly well yourself, but as expected, Mick didn’t question that!
He started with my feet and legs, went up close to my bikini, and continued with my tummy. At the same time, I was watching my Christian, who was following every move. He saw how Mick hit almost my tits and stayed away from them respectfully.
“Hey Mick, I don’t want my boobs to get sunburned, so don’t forget them!”
I told him not to worry, that I was used to getting total body massages from professionals (I did not lie!), and that I love a good long boob massage.
“This must be my lucky day!” Mick replied and put the extra liquid on his hands to oil my tits.
At that moment, Christian was having one of his hands on his cock, and I could see he was hard. Mick asked a few times if it was okay like this.
All I said was “Hmmm,” and I smiled at him so he knew he could continue.
His hand caressed my boobs fully. My nipples got contracted and became hard. Like a mini obstacle, they were in the way of his hand and fingers, sending horny signs to my brain and pussy every time he touched them.
He took his time, and I left it up to him when to stop.
After many minutes, he asked me, “Okay, like this?”
“Yes, thank you so much, I could enjoy even one more hour longer,” I replied.
Time for another splash. I got up, and like a puppy, he followed me into the water. I did a short swim to cool off and went back, watching my boyfriend, also walking only a few meters away from me, in and out of the water. I got more and more confident and more and more naughty!
“I think I will take off my bottom because I don’t like to wear wet stuff,” I said to Mick, who had followed me out of the water, now with a half-hard cock.
“That’s fine! You fit better with the surrounding nature if you do that.”
I didn’t want to wait for Christian, ordering me to get fully naked with Mick by my side. I got too excited and wanted to flaunt my pussy to him!
I was still standing, and without waiting for a text from Christian, I helped my little triangle slide down my legs to my ankles, while bending over with stretched legs, knowing Mick had a good look at my ass and pussy lips from where he was standing behind me.
I went to sit down, straight up, my knees also up, but feet wide apart, an all but timid position, giving full view to my bald cunt.
“Shaved pussy, huh? I like that,” he said, pointing to his dick, to tell me he is also shaved.
Was he thinking I did not notice?
“Yes, me too! I have the habit of shaving completely when I want to go to a naked beach,” I explained while looking at my own private part and demonstrating by caressing her how smooth she is.
“Why?” Mick wanted to know.
“Well, my boyfriend told me once that it looks sexy and my pussy would get more attention! Haha!”
“Guess it’s all about preference and taste, but I agree with your boyfriend!”
Mick sat back next to me and asked me if I had some more tan oil to spare.
“Sure, you need some?”
“Yes, I feel I am getting boiled lobster skin,” he replied, funnily.
I gave him my bottle, and he started to moisten his skin. I was following his movements with his hands over his own body and found this very sexy and attractive. I think he was aware he was seducing and flirting with me.
Suddenly, he apologized.
“Don’t want him to get red either,” he said while shamelessly starting to oil his shaft, head, and balls.
“I am not here!” I replied loudly, not knowing what to say and enjoying the action.
And at the same time, thinking, “I wish I could do that for you!”
“So why do you like to come to a naked beach?” Mick asked.
I didn’t want to lie and told him my real reasons. “I like to be naked in the first place because I hate clothes, but I love to show off my nude body to receive the rewarding looks of men showing their appreciation. And of course, the chance to see handsome naked young guys is a big advantage,” I said while throwing an obvious glance at his cock.
“Oh, so you like to watch hot guys?” he repeated.
“Uhu…”
“Then I suggest moving to the other part of the beach, with more handsome young guys,” Mick said with a tempting voice.
“Let’s have a stroll and change to another spot where it’s more beautiful and quiet, fewer people,” he said in a persuasive tone.
A naked walk with him along the beach sounded nice. I told him I would text my boyfriend where to look for me. Then I grabbed my towel and stuff and started my little parade with my escort.
When I looked back, I saw Christian following us from a distance.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked him curiously.
“Well, at a little paradise,” he explained, not revealing much.
“Oh, well, I don’t know how far your paradise is, so you can carry my stuff,” while I put all my things, a beach bag with a towel, water bottle, and sunscreen, in his hands.
Free of ballast, I walked proudly through the water, showing off to my new friend and all others who liked to watch. There were only naked men around now, and I enjoyed the yummy view!
He took my hand, as if he wanted to be my guide and give me support, in the sometimes strong current where the combination of retreating low waves and uneven sand could bring me out of balance.
He took me into a bit less shallow water and felt my boobs bouncing when I made little jumps to avoid the waves with the cold water on my upper body.
Since he oiled my tits, I had the impression he was having a half-hardon all the time.
I was wondering how Christian felt, looking at our naked, sexy asses from behind.
It was only one year ago that I went naked in public for the first time, and the fact that I experienced, that I liked it so much to expose myself, gave “going nude” an extra sexual dimension. Teasing a few men, including my boyfriend, became part of almost every nude beach visit, and now we were taking it again to a new level.
Obeying the text messages of my boyfriend telling me what to do turned out to be a fun way of spending time, naked together and apart.
Meanwhile, a friend of Mick’s passed by to say hello. Also, a handsome young man with a toned and fit body, and again a great dick. I understood enough from his French and body language that he was giving his friend compliments on his catch of the day!
The guys had a short talk, and his friend left only a few minutes later. I was imagining that Mick did not want to share my company with his mate.
I enjoyed the walk along the water much more since it was a really warm day, and the little fresh wind on my body and feet in the chill water was welcome to cool me off.
Suddenly, I realized he took me to the “gay” part of the beach. Guys walking like couples, guys kissing, and even a few guys with a complete erection, not shy to show off!
When I asked him if he was gay, he said he was bi, just like his friend. That was new and interesting for me. I know I always joked about that with my boyfriend, with that same question: “Are you bi?” But until now, he always said “no.”
When we arrived at Mick’s favorite spot, I had to admit it was beautiful, the view, the rocks, more wild nature, and only a few dozen men around now. I did my best to spot women, but no, I could not see any.
Mick unfolded my towel next to his big beach towel, and we sat down again.
“Seems I am the only woman here?” I wondered out loud and in a fun way to Mick.
“There are a few more,” he said, “probably also walking around somewhere. You don’t like the men outnumbering you?”
“Not at all, on the contrary, the more the merrier!” and I felt like a female Michelangelo, able to choose a handsome, beautiful model to sculpt the most erotic image of a man!
The sun was doing its best, and I thought I needed some more tan oil on my back. Mick was no longer “interrupted” by textiles or strings covering parts of my body.
His hands freewheeled from my heels over my legs, bum, and back to my shoulders. My legs were not closed, which gave his hands space to feel my inner thighs.
“I love to oil that silky-soft skin of yours,” he complimented me.
“And I love your big hands sliding and caressing!” I encouraged Mick.
From the side, I had eye contact with Christian and his hard cock, who claimed a new spot as well.
“A bit more oil on my bum?” I asked Mick.
Now his hands were focused on and around my ass, and I was enjoying the treat! I opened my legs a bit more, a sign for his hands to search their way for the inside of my legs, bringing fingers carefully, little by little, closer to my pussy. While he was massaging my bum and getting close to my pussy lips, I messaged my boyfriend to let him know about Mick’s progress and intentions, if I let him continue or not.
“If you enjoy it, you should not stop him,” my boyfriend texted.
“Of course I enjoy, babe,” I texted back.
Mick saw me tapping my phone and asked if all was okay, and I was just honest, “It’s my boyfriend, asking if I am okay.”
I experienced a few pussy massages before by different men, first a doctor, and later some professional masseurs, but now it would be my first time on a public beach by a “non-professional” stranger and in company, more or less, with my boyfriend.
Mick interpreted my silence as permission to continue his attempt, and a few seconds later, I felt a finger touching me carefully.
For a woman, it is easy to give signs if she wants to get intimate touching. The same thing with the professional masseurs. If I like the guy who massages me, all I have to do is spread my legs a bit while lying face down on his table. And when they approach my pussy, I produce a bit of moaning. That is all they need to hear. You don’t need to ask. Then, when it’s time to go on my back, it’s only repeating, but then giving full access to my cunt, waiting for a special treatment.
Some can even make me cum on their table, but I guess that is something for another story.
With Mick, I did the same: “Hmmmm” was all I needed to say to encourage him to go on.
I was happy I shaved all, so he could smoothly slide his fingers over my pussy.
“No sign of your mysterious boyfriend yet?” Mick asked, probably because he knew he was starting to get more into “risky business.”
“He will arrive soon,” I sighed, bringing up some tension.
“Well, I hope later,” Mick replied.
The fact that my boyfriend texted me all the time gave me the freedom to enjoy myself without feeling guilty or the risk of jealousy from his side. Without his sexting, I guess I would still be in my bikini and maybe letting Mick open my top while lying on my tummy to have him do my back, nothing more.
The last text I got was Christian telling me he had precum. I could not see Mick’s cock and imagined he would be hard as well now! The light touch of his fingers near and against my pussy lips got me very aroused, and I was wondering how he would continue.
Luckily, there were not too many people around; my boyfriend was closest, and the rest were further away. Mick noticed I was texting a lot and questioned me more about whether I was busy and all ok. I continued being honest and told him I was only texting my boyfriend.
Guess he still did not believe me. He got brave, and I felt one finger moving between my horny, wet slit, first superficial and then little by little deeper until I felt his finger disappear, followed by a little short scream I could not hold in.
I enjoyed the play and stopped texting so I could concentrate on this little finger fucking experience. When I put my phone in my bag, I showed respect to Mick, because now he could get the feeling I belonged to him, at least for the next half hour or so.
Mick was searching for my sensitive clit, and I thought it would be better to turn around on my back, which made it also easier to check around what was happening.
Mick then asked: “Your boyfriend is not arriving yet?”
I only replied with “he will,” and positioned my legs in a way he understood I wanted him to continue what he was doing.
At the same time, I saw his dick showing bigger than before and pretty hard. When he put his hand on my tummy, I felt the wetness drip from inside me. I lifted one knee to prevent others from seeing his hand moving down on me.
It was a pity for my boyfriend to limit his view like this, but I felt Mick was more secure this way to do his thing. When I put my other leg a bit to the side, he found his way back in and around my pussy, and it felt so nice to feel a new hand discovering my sex.
“You like this?” Mick asked, looking for a reassuring response.
“I love it, hmmm.”
For a moment, I got carried away to the moment in Milan, where Christian witnessed how that Italian guy was fingering me. Here on the beach, I felt safer than at the bar and did not plan to stop this. I had my own hands on my breasts now doing some massage and personal nipple tease. His cock got up and was within my reach. I checked around and thought it was a good moment to touch him. I started the same way as he did, only very lightly with one finger to see how he reacted.
It was not a surprise he did not object, so like a teenager for the first time touching a cock, I started carefully to rub him between pointer and thumb, not stronger than holding a teaspoon. This went on for quite some time, both doing things very slowly and enjoying it.
One man passed by a few times. Christian with an erect dick! He wasn’t satisfied anymore with what he could see from his spot!
“Wauw! Did you see that perv?” reacted Mick.
“What? That older guy with his hard-on?” looking at my boyfriend.
“Yes, I am used to seeing that here, but not used to having them circle so near.
I told Mick to ignore the man, that I did not care. I got excited now and heard myself giving directions to Mick on speed, pressure, and the location where to touch me, because I unexpectedly felt the chance of getting an orgasm.
To give more “privacy,” I took a part of my big towel and threw it over my lap to cover what was happening. Several times, I checked to be sure not to offend anybody. It was like a long foreplay, turning out to be a mutual masturbation session!
And there it was! I tried to temper my voice, and I was sure Christian knew what was happening! Mick brought me to ecstasy, and I had to let him stop because things got too sensitive down there! I still had his cock in my hand, caught my breath, and started a good hand job on him, also under the towel, which, for sure, Christian noticed, was going up and down.
Mick deserved it!
“You want me to continue until you come?” I asked him.
“Oh yes, please,” he urged me with a longing voice.
While I was stroking him, I continued looking around for “danger,” but except for my boyfriend and a few other guys, now apparently finding a way to watch us playing live, there was nothing that scared me. It was a similar situation we experienced in Croatia the year before.
The big difference was that a stranger just made me cum, and my boyfriend was watching. He joined the few other guys watching as I did a hand job under a towel. They all started wanking their cock.
I looked Christian straight in the face, and he just smiled and gave me the famous “BJ-sign”: one hand pretending before his mouth and his tongue pushing the inside of his cheek.
Mick was lying on his back while I was doubting what to do. Looked back at Christian showing me his body language in a way like “What are you waiting for?”
Christian watched me sucking a few dicks before, so I wasn’t surprised he tried to motivate me to do it again. Seemed like everybody there was waiting for me to make that move, so I was under “group pressure” (good excuse, right?).
I revealed his cock from under the towel and bent my head towards his shiny head covered in pre-cum. I started with a few teasing licks and kisses before I took his head in my mouth. I stopped after a few seconds to check again on my boyfriend, to be sure if he really was okay with it, but I only saw excitement on his face and his hard dick in his hands. And also, our mantra flashed through my head, “oral is not cheating!”
At that moment, I got the certainty, the confirmation that it really aroused him to see me sucking another man’s dick!
Then I took advantage of the situation, forgot about everybody there in the next few minutes, and brought all my BJ skills up to celebrate this occasion and go all the way sucking him deep in my mouth.
I was imagining having this cock in my pussy instead and going crazy on his tool with both hands and mouth. Mick started breathing more heavily, and I wanted to see his fountain releasing his juice. I was sucking and pumping it out of him. I stopped sucking and continued my hand job until he shot his white liquid blancs in the air. Right after, I did some extra licking and cleaning with my tongue and mouth, to have at least a bit of a new taste.
Even though I did not have to, I had some strange feelings towards Christian standing there. I decided to call him closer, and with my hot, horny mood, I kneeled before him and started sucking his standing dick as well, to compensate for eventual jealousy.
Guess all the guys, including Mick, were surprised. My boyfriend was completely “prepared” by himself already, and I did not need to make big efforts to let him explode in my mouth. I swallowed his juice, mixed with Mick’s taste, and got up.
A few other men had some opportunistic expectations and looked at me in anticipation, but I had no ambition to fulfill them. Christian hugged me and kissed me on my mouth.
“Oh, Mick, my boyfriend just arrived,” I said, which explained everything to him.
We had a short talk, gave him a sweet kiss, and left not long after that for our camper. I needed desperately to feel a cock inside me and wished Mick were there to fuck me. Christian was as excited and horny as me, felt my needs, and did his best to satisfy me. Physically, it was great sex, but my brain was fed by the view, feel, and taste of another cock and body.
I think it is normal, like with great food, if they let you smell and have a taste and you like it, that you want more of it.
I realized we were having a fantastic day and thoroughly enjoyed recalling everything that had just happened. Really fucking another man? Let that remain an exciting fantasy! Or so I thought…
