Part 1
'Are you sure this is a good idea?' I asked my friend as we were getting out of the car. 'What if there are people we know here?'
It had been two weeks since our nude sunbathing and mutual masturbation. Is that what it is called though? We masturbated in front of each other. So, whatever that is. Ok, and then we kissed a bit.
Since then we ignored it for about a week but then started talking about it. We both agreed that the catalyst for the whole thing was being nude outside and how much of a turn on that was. From there one thing led to another. The other being that there is a nude beach not too far from where I live. It is something that was always joked about at school. People told stories of going but I'm not sure anyone ever did. It was never something that was talked about seriously and never something that was discussed in any way other than: 'ew, wouldn't that be weird.'
But things were different now. We had both admitted to each other that we really liked being nude outside. Inside too I supposed. When I think about it, that is probably might explain why I've always slept naked. Apart from that I've never really had any opportunities be nude until the past few years since I finished high school and my parents were happy to leave me in the house alone.
'Well, everyone will be doing the same thing, so they are not going to care,' came the immediate reply from my friend. We were sitting in the parking lot, and had been for a few minutes. We had both agreed to go to the nude beach, but once we were there we froze.
'Ok, let's talk this through then,' I said. 'We are talking about getting naked in public.'
'Not public. In public it is against the rules. At this beach it is actually the rule to be naked.'
'Ok, that is fair.'
'So, what is worrying you the most?' she asked.
That was a big question. A really big one. What was worrying me? I was able to admit to myself that I liked being naked. That I liked swimming in the nude. I go to the beach all the time in bikinis. What is the problem? What?
'What if someone sees us? What if they think we are weird?' That was my problem. The shame of being weird and different.
'Umm. I think I've already answered that, haven't I?'
'Ok, yes. But it is hard to shake.'
'I know. I feel the same way.'
'You do? Why didn't you say?' I asked.
'Because I'm busy talking you off the ledge!'
'But if you don't want to go either...'
'Hang on, I didn't say that. I just said I was scared. I definitely want to do this.'
'What? I'm confused.' I said.
'Ok,' she said. 'I'll try to explain.'
She hesitated a moment, as if collecting her thoughts, then continued, 'I'm nervous. I'm a bit scared. The idea of being out there in front of people is terrifying. The idea of being judged is terrifying. We are sitting in this car and putting it off and I'm kind of ok with that. But on the other hand, Well, how can I put this.'
Then she continued, 'I'm wet just thinking about going out there nude. And I really really want to do it, no matter how scary it is.'
This shocked me. I couldn't believe she was telling me she was wet. I felt an immediate a tingling in my pussy, and I immediately thought back to when I was staring directly at her wet pussy.
'What?' she asked.
'Ok. Firstly, you've talked me into it. It is good to know you are nervous too. And I want to go with you. I'll need you to take the lead though.' Then I stopped talking. Not sure how to continue.
'And secondly?'
'Well, secondly. Secondly now I'm a bit turned on too. And thirdly, I can't believe you said that!'
'What, that I'm wet?' she quickly replied. Then she moved her hand to her pussy. We were both wearing bikinis with sarongs over the top. Enough to cover everything when we were standing but sitting down allowed easy access to the pussy, should that be a goal. It never had been before but apparently things change.
I looked at her hand and saw it go between her legs, and rub up and down. Then I looked at her. She was looking at me, and smiled. She moved her hand again and when I looked down again I saw her hand going down the front of her bikini, all the way down between her thighs. I saw her clearly rubbing her clit, then moving further down and pushing a finger into her pussy. Then she pulled it out and reached over to me. She traced my lips with her finger and I could feel that it was wet and could smell her pussy on her finger. Instinctively I opened my mouth and licked her finger. She pushed it into my mouth and I closed my lips on it and circled it with my tongue. Our eyes met and she said, 'You are so fucking hot. My god.'
I opened my mouth and she took out her finger. 'So are you.'
It was probably only a moment that elapsed but a thousand thoughts went through my head. I couldn't believe that I'd just had her finger in my mouth. I couldn't believe that her finger had her juices on it. And I couldn't believe how much I liked it.
'So, you ready now?' she asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
'Are you asking if I am so turned on by the idea of this, and of seeing you naked again, that it outweighs the fear of being naked in public?'
'Yes, that is exactly what I'm asking.'
'Then yes, absolutely,' I replied.
'Awesome. Let's do this.' She opened the door and got out of the car and I automatically did the same.
We walked around to the back of the car to get our bags. There was a sign up, just for people like us, it seemed. 'Please remain dressed in the parking lot. Disrobe when you reach the beach.'
I closed the trunk and turned to my friend. She smiled at me, took my hand, then turned towards the path to the beach.
Part 2
The path wound through some dunes so you couldn't see the beach until you were right on it, which I suppose is part of the reason it was designated a nude beach. It wouldn't really be the same if it could be seen from the road!
Suddenly, as we wound around a corner, we were on the beach. The ocean was in front of us, gentle waves crashing on the beach. The beach itself was incredible. Soft sand, about 50 yards from where we were to the water, which curved around in a horseshoe shape, making it secluded but big enough to feel open.
Both of us stopped when we got to the beach. We looked at each other, then back to the beach.
'Ok, where to now?' I asked.
'Let's go over there,' she said, pointing to the area to the right of the entrance we were standing in.
She immediately started walking in the direction she pointed, and I, of course, followed. It was a perfect day, so there were quite a few people there. It felt very awkward to look at them, but it was hard not to. Thank god for sunglasses. There was an old couple walking to the beach, hand in hand. Two women sunbathing on their backs, and a guy sunbathing on his stomach. They were all nude, but we were still wearing our bikinis and sarongs.
'Are we supposed to be naked already?' I asked.
'Nah, let's just find a good spot and get settled. Then do it.'
'Ok, that sounds good.'
We kept walking, getting closer and closer to the guy on his stomach. He was facing the other way and couldn't possibly have known we were there . Then he rolled onto his back and I could see his face. My heart dropped, and I squeezed my friend's hand.
'Oh my god. That is our old coach, right?' I whispered.
'Oh wow. I think you're right.'