I couldn’t quite believe what I was doing – it was certainly a first for me. There I was, sat on a gloriously sandy beach, the sun beating down on me from a cloudless blue sky. It was a mid-afternoon in July, and the beach was peaceful and very relaxing.
And everyone one around me was naked.
For the first time in my twenty-six years I was on a nudist beach – or Naturist Beach, as the sign had said.
I had been cycling along the cycle path between St Jean De Mont and St Gilles on the Vendee Coast of Western France when I’d first seen the sign. I was looking for a beach where I could spend a few hours, and on the spur of the moment had thought “Why not?”
So, I’d locked my bike up to some railings and had followed the signs. The signpost pointed the way down a few steps, which in turn led to a sandy path through some woods. After about a hundred yards, the path opened out onto some bracken covered sand dunes. At the end of the path, a slight rise led to the path down to the beach. From the top of that path, the view was staggering – a panoramic view of a deep, sandy beach that seemed to stretch for miles in each direction.
I followed the path down onto the beach, trying not to look too openly at the naked people dotted around. A few looked up at me as I passed, more out of interest than anything else. I found a suitable spot, and spread my towel out.
I pulled my tee shirt over my head, and dropped it into my bag. I had swimming trunks on under my shorts, so I quickly pulled my shorts off and pushed them into the bag as well. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my trunks down – and stood naked in public for the first time. The sense of freedom, and the lack of inhibition, was amazing.
I was aware of a few people looking in my direction, and suddenly I was very self conscious. Not because I was naked, but because my bum was such a brilliant white! The rest of me was tanned a deep brown – I like to have a tan as it makes me feel good. I keep myself pretty fit, so I knew that I looked okay – except it seemed, for my white bum!
I sat down, and looked around properly for the first time. Most of the people on the beach were totally naked, although a few woman were topless, and even those seemed to be wearing the skimpiest bikini bottoms imaginable. There were a few families dotted here and there, and a few people on their own, but mainly it was a beach for couples.
I lay back on my towel, feeling totally free and relaxed, enjoying the sun on my naked body. I opened my eyes a few times as people wandered by. Most people looked ahead as they passed, or nodded a greeting, but a few looked at me, at my body, quite openly. I didn’t mind – I felt good, and hoped that I looked good. And it did after all work both ways!
I must have been on the beach for half an hour or so when I realised that quite a few people were heading down to the sea’s edge, some of them carrying small nets or buckets, and small curved trowels. I watched them go – especially two young women who hadn’t long arrived on the beach, and who had spread their towels out a dozen or so yards in front of me.
They were both tanned all over, a deep bronze colour. The younger of the two - I would guess that she was in her early twenties, the other about my age – was absolutely gorgeous. I watched her as she walked down towards the sea, her hips swaying softly as she walked, her buttocks rolling deliciously. The other girl looked fantastic as well, more rounded, her hips fuller but still very sexy.
For the first time since I’d arrived on the beach, I started to have a problem – as I watched them, my cock was starting to harden. I rolled over quickly, my face starting to glow with embarrassment, hoping that no-one had seen. The weight of my body pressed my cock painfully into the sand. I pulled a book from my bag and read for a few minutes to take my mind off things before rolling back over to see what was going on.
As the tide had gone out, a sand bank had been uncovered, and which was now the object of so many people’s interest. Standing up, I decided to take a closer look. I wandered down the beach, conscious of my nakedness, of my white bum, of my cock bouncing from thigh to thigh as I walked.
At the edge of the sand bank, dozens of people were sitting or kneeling, and where digging for shell fish – I couldn’t work out if they were mussels or what. I walked past them and into the sea, glancing around me until the water was up to my thighs. Looking back, I could see that the nudist part of the beach stretched for perhaps a hundred yards in each direction
The people at the sea’s edge were moving about looking for more shell fish. I spotted the two girls again. They were kneeling side by side, digging with their hands and dropping the shell fish into a container placed between them. The younger girl spotted me and flashed me bright smile. I smiled back, watching them. The older girl moved a few yards to one side. I watched open mouthed as the younger girl joined her.
Instead of shuffling across on her knees as her friend had done, she moved up onto all fours. She crawled a yard or so, her beautiful body side on to me, perfectly silhouetted by the sun, her pert, shapely breasts pointing down. She changed direction, so that her bum was towards me, pointing up.
My cock lurched as she crawled a few more yards, her hips rocking from side to side, her buttocks rolling gently to give me a hint of what lay beyond. She glanced over her shoulder, her small, white teeth showing as she smiled at me again, a gentle teasing laugh crossing her face.
In those few seconds, as I watched, my cock had started to harden rapidly. In a panic, I turned and quickly plunged into the sea. I gasped as the relatively cold sea water washed over my hot body, as my cock reduced in size. As soon as I was more comfortable, I walked back up the beach, taking only a quick glance at her as I walked past, desperate not to embarrass myself again.
I lay back on my towel and relaxed, letting the sun dry me off, glancing around from time to time to see what was going on. I saw the two girls walking back up the beach. They really were beautiful, especially the younger one who had teased me so openly, so provocatively. I couldn’t help but look, taking in her lovely face, with her big brown eyes and full, kissable lips. Her shoulder length black hair was blowing gently in the breeze, leaving her graceful neck clear.
Her shoulders rolled as she walked, her body lean and supple, her breasts sitting proudly on her chest, her small, hard nipples the colour of chocolate. Her belly was flat, her hips flowing out to meet her shapely legs, a neatly trimmed bush of soft hair hiding her pussy from view. Her body was tanned all over, her skin glistening in the sun, droplets of sea water running down between her breasts.
I tried to carry on reading, although I was very aware of them - both of them – as they sat on their towels only a few yards away from me, chatting quietly. I rolled onto my front as my cock began to misbehave again. It was almost with relief that I realised they were leaving. It was only about ten or fifteen minutes later, but as I rolled over again I saw that they were stood up, pulling on their shorts and tee shirts. But my relief turned to disappointment as they shook their towels, and started to leave. I rolled back over and shut my eyes, visions of them in my mind - especially of the younger girl.
“Hi.”
It was only a few seconds later.
I rolled onto my side and looked up, squinting into the sun. It was her, the sun behind her like a halo.
“Mind if I join you?”
Behind her, I could just see her friend leaving the beach, carrying the container of shell fish that they had collected. Before I could say anything she had sat down beside me, very close to me on the corner of my towel. I sat up quickly, my book in my lap, very aware of my nakedness, of the effect she could have on me.
“I’m Nicki,” she introduced herself, her voice slightly husky, slightly breathless.
“Dan,” I told her, my mouth dry.
I gulped as she pulled her tee shirt over her head, before leaning back. She smiled that lovely smile again, and we chatted. Although I had assumed that she was French, it turned out that she was English, a student spending the summer in France at her family’s apartment. Her friend – Abi – was over to spend a few weeks with her.
