It's been two years since my divorce. Life as a single man has taught me the importance of being good looking. I work in the gym three times a week, ride my bikes as often as I can and I pay close attention to the food I consume. After fifty years one's body is less forgiving for being abused. The change in my lifestyle has been good to me. My love handles shrunk and I've become full of energy all day long. My new lifestyle has also influenced my mind and I became more relaxed and more accepting myself as I am.
Since my divorce I did not really give enough attention to women. Perhaps, there were women who showed interest in me, but I wasn't opened enough to notice that. I had several dates, that good friends forced upon me. Some of them ended in mutual sexual satisfaction, but nothing more than that. These episodes were short and somewhat satisfying for the time being.
At the beginning of this summer, I decided to add jogging to my workout routine. In the early morning hours, just before sunrise, I would drive to the beach south of my town, change into my swimsuit and jog along the almost deserted beach. After my jogging, I would swim in the warm sea, dry out, dress and drive to work. It was seldom that I met other people on the beach. Here and there, a lone fisherman with his fishing rod. Here and there, other joggers nodding their heads as I pass them. Here and there, some bathers, a few of which were naked, enjoying the wide, almost empty beach. At the beginning, I was quite surprised by the nude bathers. I would watch them, trying not to be too obvious. I envied their nude appearance while looking so natural, not caring that there was other clothed people close by. Also, it seemed that even the clothed people accepted their nudity as part of the beach life early in the morning. "I should try nude bathing," I thought to myself, each time I saw a nude person on the beach.
One day, during the last August heat wave, I woke up earlier than usual. Not being able to fall asleep again, I drove to the beach. I put on my swimsuit and started walking along the beach to warm up before jogging. The sun was not out yet and the water that was wetting my feet was nice and cool. The beach was deserted and there was nobody to be seen.
While I was jogging, enjoying the wide beach, I suddenly heard running steps coming from behind. Turning my head back, I saw a woman jogging in a much quicker pace than mine. Everything would have been quite normal were she was not stark naked. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
When she got closer she said: "Sorry if I embarrassed you."
"You sure did," I could hardly answer, while looking at her nice and tanned body up and down.
It was clear that she was taking good care of her body. Her muscles were well toned. Full nice breasts, flat belly, that I could tell, had given birth in the past. Nice warm casual smile on her pretty face. She seemed about my age. The way she looked, it was obvious, that meeting a clothed stranger while being nude, did not embarrass her at all. She looked deep into my eyes, keeping an eye contact all the time.
"You are more than welcome to join me. That way you can continue looking at me," She said with a beautiful warm smile.
I blushed like I haven't blushed for ages.
"Sorry, but I usually don't meet naked ladies out of my home," I said, gaining some confidence back.
"Ah, I'm used to this sort of reactions from men and women. It has been years, since I started jogging in the nude on this beach. You are more than welcome to join me. You should try jogging naked. You'll be amazed by the change in what you feel and I'll have an equal jogging partner."
I joined her jogging ignoring her last remark. I was fascinated by her body freedom but still had doubts on mine. She was in excellent shape and it took squeezed my energy out of me to keep her pace. We continued jogging along the beach getting further away from town. My body and hers were perspiring. The more we jogged, the more our breathing got heavier. After about an hour I signaled for her to stop.
"This is as far as I can jog. I have a long way to reach your fitness," I said.
"It took me several years to get to my current fitness. Let's walk to lower our pulse and then swim for a while."
"Good idea," I said.
We continued walking. Meanwhile I was absorbing the inner strength and self assurance of this beautiful woman. There are women, in the presence of which my dick twitches, moves and even causes me to get partial hard on. Some women make me fantasize how they ride my hard on, or how I fuck them in impossible positions. She was utterly different. Her nudity aroused me sexually in a different manner. I felt hot all over my body including my cock and my heavily hung testicles. I felt a huge need to become absorbed into her. No, I did not want to 'fuck' her; nor to 'tear' her vagina with my dick; not even to make love to her in the common sense. Instead, I felt as all my body is one big phallus wanting to penetrate her and to melt inside her to become one entity with her.
"There is no one here except us," She broke my day dreaming. "I suggest you should swim naked, so you'll have a dry swim suit for your way back. Chafing your inner thighs won't do you any good," She said, looking deep into my eyes. Then she lowered them to stare at my covered crotch. "I don't understand why people make such a big issue out of nudity," She said while turning her back to me, walking into the water.
I felt bashful and excited at the same time. Here I have such a wonderful chance to experience beach nudity with such an intriguing woman. I felt I should not skip that one. I took off my swim suit and quickly ran into the water in a hopeless attempt to conceal my nakedness from her. When I looked up to her, I met her smiling face.
"I can sympathize with you. It was difficult for me as well to be naked in front of strangers. You won't regret the effort you are doing to overcome being bashful with your body." She said empathically.
"This is so strange and new to me. Give me some time to get used to being nude. You see, I don't even know your name and I already find myself jog with you and join you for a nude swim, like there is nothing more natural than that. By the way, my name is Dani."
"Naomi, pleased to meet you," She said. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I should've been more sensitive. Nudity feels so natural to me so I didn't give it a second thought."
We were enjoying the water. At first, it felt strange to feel my manhood and my balls flowing with the water without restriction. It felt so nice and tingling and my bashfulness was washed away with the water flow. Naomi was right. It did feel so natural to be naked. I looked at Naomi who was swimming back stroke. Each time she raised her arms above her head to engulf the water; her heavy breasts were following her arms movement. I was fascinated by the scenery. She suddenly seemed so sexy. Her cropped brown pubic hair was framing a swollen clit protruding between two thick labia. Her clit was pushing out into the air more prominently when her arms went back for a stroke. My dick twitched to the movement of her clit and exciting currents were radiating from my manhood through my body. I felt my dick growing to the sexy sights and the water had an increased effect on my dick as it grew bigger. There was a sexy aura surrounding her, but it was tranquil and powerful. I couldn't stop admiring her.
"Thank you for the complement," She said suddenly. "I like the way you stare at me."
"You took me by surprise," I gave her my best sexy smile.
"I don't know how hot you are, but stares like yours do not leave a woman indifferent. Let's go out and do some stretching."
I followed her out of the water, impressed by her body. Not thin like a sixteen year old teen. Her skin not as smooth as a teenager's one, her ass fuller than a girl's, but each step showing ripeness of a grown up lioness. It was evident she was not acting for me. She was totally at her self. This exuding sexuality was flowing naturally out of her body. Young women have something to learn from her.
After a session of stretching exercises, Naomi stood in front of me staring at my body not loosing any detail.
"When did you last exercise your manhood and your balls?" She asked, concentrating her gaze at my loins.
Had the question not been asked with full seriousness and without a trace of cynicism or sarcasm, I would have buried myself right there in the sand.
"Excuse me, I have no idea what are you talking about," I answered embarrassed and blushing from toes to ears.
"Most women and men who train in sports is neglecting to exercise their sex organs. Perhaps it is done out of shame or social taboos on dealing with sex. Like you train your body for better fitness and better functioning, you should train your sex organs to function better. I think we can be good partners for our much needed sexercises. It has been some time that I am training on my own. Would you care to join me?"
"I am terribly exited and embarrassed at the same time. I cannot say no to a woman as sexy as you are, but being so excited I don't know how my 'Little Thomas' will react in due time. Right now he tends to shrink at his corner."
