AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is an entry in the
YAY TEAM: The Sex & Sports Author Organized Challenge 2024
, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score.
This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something male exhibitionist) enjoying a surprise seaside tryst with professional female surfer Stephanie Gilmore.
This story features CFNM, body worship, cunnilingus, fellatio, and outdoor sex. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen. I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Celebrity & Fan Fiction".
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It was a mild winter day in Byron Bay, Australia. I was perched on my board in the line-up at Wategos Beach, waiting for my next wave. I was wet, tired and, as always, horny.
My very small IT installation and consultancy company (which is, well, just me) was doing quite well, so I'd decided to treat myself to a three-day winter break in the tourist town of Byron Bay on the far north coast of New South Wales, about an hour's flight from my home in Sydney.
Byron Bay is one of my favourite places to holiday. The town boasts a slew of beautiful beaches, ranging from bustling and crowded to completely deserted; many great restaurants, pubs, and bars; a vibrant, friendly social scene; a wide variety of tourists from around Australia and the rest of the world; and a famously indefinable "vibe" that makes it a joy to visit.
It's both a popular destination for holidaying celebrities, and also an area with a long history of promoting and nurturing alternative lifestyles. Hippies, artists, musicians, surfers and street people happily comingle with the wealthy and the well-dressed in this modern coastal paradise. I love it.
I'm a regular visitor to Byron Bay, and I've had a lot of sexy fun in the exciting little town. This time, however, it had been a little less eventful. On my first night in town, I met Hilda, a pretty, curvy, nineteen-year-old backpacker from Belgium in a cool, busy bar called Emmalee Strict. We enjoyed a great chat, and after a few drinks together, we went back to my room at The Harrington.
Hilda and I stripped each other nude and had enthusiastic, uninhibited sex all through the night. Loving every second of it, I spent nearly a full glorious hour with my head between Hilda's fleshy, wobbling thighs. The cute Belgian reciprocated with two excellently applied blow-jobs, and even considered anal, but disappointingly, ahem, backed out because she was planning to spend the next day riding her bicycle around town.
Hilda and I really enjoyed fucking the bejesus out of each other, but we made the mutual decision to leave it at a fun one-night-stand. I was kind of hoping that I might be able to get sex somewhere else just to shake it up a bit. Though I love Byron Bay for its beaches, restaurants and laidback atmosphere, I also love it for the multiple sexual opportunities it usually offers...and with me, it's usually about sex.
Though not officially diagnosed, I'm pretty much a raging sex addict. I'm a narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist in my twenties who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I can, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.
I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy's Exhibitionism Essay"]...quite a few of them in Byron Bay.
After my lusty night of non-stop sex with the big-hipped and ample-breasted Hilda, however, things in Byron Bay took a disappointing sexual down-turn. The following day, I sunbathed nude on a quiet stretch of beach, but apart from a brief look and giggle from two forty-something female joggers ("Nice dick," I heard one of them snicker), the only thing my full-frontal display led to was a hot session of solo masturbation in some secluded bushland nearby.
I got talking to an overweight but very pretty twenty-something blonde later that day in the bakery section of the local supermarket, but eventually learned that she had a boyfriend, which quickly brought our conversation to an end. I only have two rules when it comes to women: I don't sleep with married or partnered-up ladies, and I don't go anywhere near girls under the age of eighteen. Outside of that, it's game on...and pants off.
I got a couple of appreciative looks later that afternoon on the clean white sand of Main Beach when I emerged from the cold winter water in my Speedo Aquashorts, and then got a few more female stares when I went for a walk along the beach in said Aquashorts teamed with my Prairie Man cowboy hat. But that, unfortunately, was it.
With my hoped-for sexy break in Byron Bay pretty much a very discouraging wash-out, I'd spent most of my third day engaged in physical activity: running, hiking, swimming, diving around the Wollongbar wreck just off Belongil Beach, and doing some intense exercise at an outdoor gym. I love training and working out, and doing it in beautiful Byron Bay is even more enjoyable.
I also masturbated a few times in my luxury hotel room at The Harrington, lying naked on the bathroom floor and jerking myself off while picturing hard-hitting sisters Serena and Venus Williams running each other around the tennis court in a wicked, very sexy game of fully nude tennis.
In the afternoon, I hired a sweet Clearwater surfboard from Hooper's surf-and-hire shop, slotted it into my hire car, and drove around the winding road at the base of the famous Cape Byron Lighthouse to Wategos Beach, a truly glorious stretch of sand surrounded by huge houses and lush, green bushland. Along with Tallow Beach, Wategos offers some of the best surfing in Byron Bay.
Wategos Beach also has a spacious toilet block, which I used to jerk off in once I'd parked my hire car. I always like to alleviate my horniness with a wank before hitting the waves, but it usually builds up again at some stage during the session. I hoped a quick pull would clear my head for my session at Wategos.
Pretty much nude in the large all-access cubicle with my wetsuit pushed down and bunched around my knees, I masturbated furiously and with great excitement while imagining having a threesome with Matildas female soccer players Mary Fowler and Charlotte Grant. I got surprisingly hot and eventually unleashed a highly satisfying torrent of semen into the stall's metallic toilet bowl.
After my very satisfying wank, I zipped up my wetsuit, grabbed my board from the car, and ran down to the surf. The cold water stung my feet, and then sent shivers racing all around my heavily muscled body. It was instantly invigorating, and I was happy to be gearing up for a session in the surf.
I charged hard for a couple of hours on the beach's big, cleanly rolling sets, working my straining leg and arm muscles hard. Despite my warming steamer wetsuit, my hands and feet were starting to get a little numb from the cool water. It was getting chilly, but I was having a great time, so I stayed out in the line-up.
I hit a few really good waves, rocketing with great force down the face, riding well with the rushing water, and anticipating my next moves with satisfying success. I got a few nods of approval from some crusty-looking local surfers, and even a couple of thumbs-up signs, which was a rare compliment to be savoured from locals like these.
"You go okay for a fuckin' blow-in," said one of the surfers, a thirty-something guy with long, blonde dreadlocks. "Where ya from?"
"Sydney," I replied. "I usually surf Maroubra...that's my home break."
"That's a good wave," said another surfer with a smile, a bald-headed Aboriginal man likely in his forties. "Not too many fuckwits...pricks can actually surf there. You go alright...for a pretty boy blow-in."
"Thanks," I replied with a smile and shook my head, and we sat in the line-up for a while chatting, mostly about surfing and Byron Bay.
As I sat talking to the two local surfers, I noticed a woman with long blonde hair slide into the cool water with her board from the clean white sand of the beach. The female surfer then cut with ease through the small waves close in, and then made it out to the other side of the line-up after a few perfectly executed duck-dives.
The blonde woman was fit and strong, and she had a very obvious sense of ease and confidence in the water. She was wearing a top-tier Rip Curl steamer, and was riding a very high-quality Rip Curl board, likely priced at well over a thousand bucks. This woman was all class, and she clearly knew what she was doing in the water.
While I chatted amiably to the two locals, a large wave rolled in, and the blonde woman took it with ease. It was a big, messy ride that didn't break easy, but the blonde woman slid down the face so easily that it looked almost as if her board was an extension of her body. She moved with an aggressive kind of grace on the water that took my breath away. I watched in quiet awe as she took the wave all the way in to shore, and then fell coolly off the back of her board and into the water.
With no seeming effort at all, the blonde woman turned her board around, slid back onto it, and then paddled back out to the line-up, again cutting through the water with ease. Even while chatting to the two locals, I couldn't take my eyes off the blonde woman. She took another big wave, this time cutting back and forth across the face, and really controlling it. It was a privilege just to watch this woman surf.
"Geez, she's really good," I said as the blonde woman rode the wave right into shore, and the two local guys roared with laughter.
"It's Steph Gilmore, you fuckwit!" said the dreadlocked guy with a big smile. "She's got a place up here. She surfs Wategos and Tallow when she's in town."
"She's a very, very cool chick," added the Aboriginal guy.
"Oh, my god," I said in shock. "I can't believe I'm surfing the same break as Steph Gilmore."
"Enjoy it, mate," said the dreadlocked guy, who then began paddling into shore, obviously done with his session. "You might learn something."
"She's a fucking goddess," added his Aboriginal mate, and then followed him in. "Respect her."
"Of course," I responded. "Nice to meet you, guys."
"Yeah, you too," responded the dreadlocked guy. "Hope you get a few good ones, mate."
"Rip in," added his Aboriginal mate. "It's the best it's been in weeks."
Though there were a few other guys nearby, I was now essentially alone in the cool water. I sat on my board, and quietly rejoiced in the glorious sight of the great Stephanie Gilmore doing what she did best, effortlessly carving up wave after wave.
Blonde, beautiful 36-year-old Stephanie Gilmore is an absolute titan of Australian -- and indeed world -- surfing. An eight-time world champion, her gifts and abilities are near otherworldly. I watched in wonder as she took a series of sweetly cresting waves into shore, moving with what appeared to be no effort whatsoever.
