A Surprising Summer

I could tell many stories on Lit about my life with Mary. I could write a Mature, or more likely a Romance story about how we met and fell in love a few years ago, both recently divorced and definitely not looking for love. I could write a steamy Erotic Couplings story about our sex lives and how we love to keep it fresh and how we know how to push each other's buttons. I could perhaps (at the risk of Mary killing me if she found out) write a Fetish story, detailing some of the things we get up to. But the story I've chosen to tell you happened earlier this year and is primarily a Exh/Voy story, although I think it has elements of all the above categories in it.

It's turned out longer than I planned because I wanted to tell the whole story, not leaving out any juicy details or events. I hope you enjoy it. Biggalute x

"I've got a surprise for you."

I was grimy and grumpy after a long, hard day at work but couldn't help but smile at Mary's grinning face as she waited for me to ask what the surprise was.

"We're going to Greece."

"What?, When?"

"Tomorrow"

"That's impossible, I've far too much on at work."

"It's all sorted, I spoke to Steve, he thinks it's a brilliant idea, says you're becoming a grumpy cunt and need a break. He'll sort out everything"

I ran a small plumbing business and Steve was my business partner. Polite conversation wasn't his strong point and I could definitely imagine him saying that. For her part Mary worked from home as a self-employed book editor and so had a bit of flexibility.

I was tired and struggling to be enthusiastic but couldn't really think of any other arguments against it either. "So what do we need to do?"

"Nothing, I've packed your bag and your toothbrush and your passport. All you need to do is go upstairs and have a shower. If you promise to cheer up a bit I might even scrub your back for you."

The shower and the back scrub did wonders for my body and my mood and I was starting to look forward to the holiday, but every time I asked Mary details of our holiday she would tap her nose and say 'it's a surprise.'

Only when we arrived at the airport did I realize we were going to one of the islands rather than mainland Greece. So when we got a taxi to the hotel I still didn't know what to expect.

It was a small, quaint hotel, the receptionist seeming genuinely happy to see us, rather than the professional pleasantries you get at bigger hotels.

Our room was like the rest of the hotel, small but comfortable and welcoming "Let's go to the pool." Mary said, pulling our costumes from her hand luggage. We didn't even need to unpack.

My trunks were ones I'd had for a while but Mary had bought a new costume. Normally she wore a bikini but this was a one-piece.

I don't know how it's possible but this one-piece, with far more material in it than a bikini, seemed to show so much more. The material came from between her legs and up over her hips, accentuating and showing her amazing ass, and then crossed in the middle, showing an amazing plunging neckline that came well below her boobs and then somehow encased her large boobs, their shape and the nipples outlined wonderfully. It looked incredible and I was almost lost for words.

"Do you like it?"

She didn't need to ask. As she turned slowly so I could admire all of her, I managed to find my voice. "Not only do you look incredibly, incredibly hot and sexy, but you look so fit and toned as well." Mary had always kept fit and lithe by jogging and doing yoga but I knew she'd been hitting the gym lately with some of her pals.

"I bloody better, I've spent months getting in shape to wear this costume."

Mary had always turned heads, both male and female and got more than her fair share of attention from men. It wasn't that she dressed tartily or anything, rather she always wore good quality, well fitted clothes. Yes, she was very pretty and had a great body but it was more of an attitude thing, she carried herself with a sway and a confidence that almost challenged people to look at her. If people admired her and smiled then she would smile back, if they turned away, embarrassed at being caught looking, then she would still smile. I think she actually enjoyed the attention and the little game she played, she would get plenty of looks in this costume.

When we first met it had bothered me, but she explained that we all stared, just some more obviously than others, that she'd had a lifetime of it and for the most part regarded it as a compliment, only getting annoyed if someone was particularly sleazy. It sort of made sense. She'd even tried to convince me that I turned heads, laughing as she said "It's probably because you're a big lump and they're worried you might thump them."

There were about a dozen loungers around the pool, six of them taken by two couples and two men who were next to each other and may have been a couple. They all looked over at us as we entered the pool area, Mary head held high and me trying to hold my belly as tight as possible.

The loungers were particularly plush and comfortable and as we settled in I couldn't help but make a little comment, "Shame there's not more people to appreciate how hot you look."

A shy grin crept across her face as she said, "We'll be on the beach tomorrow, I'm sure I'll get plenty of looks then."

I smiled back and then relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of the sun warming my bones, eventually dosing off, Mary waking me. ""It's nearly six. I fell asleep as well, we should go and get ready for the restaurant."

"Restaurant?"

"I've booked a local one for seven, it's Friday and I was worried they might be booked out."

Back in the room Mary went into the bathroom first, seeming to spend ages in the shower. She came out naked and stood in front of me, hands on hips "What do you think?" My eyes followed hers as she looked down.

"Wow!" was all I could manage. Mary always kept her bush neatly trimmed but on this occasion she had shaped it into a small love heart pointing down to her slit, the rest bald.

"It looks incredible, tasteful, but so fucking sexy." My reaction made obvious by my rapidly hardening dick as I sat naked on the bed.

She giggled, "I'm glad you approve."

I reached out and pulled her onto the bed, saying something corny about needing to take a closer look.

"You haven't asked me why I've shaven it this way."

"Tell me madam, why have you shaven it that way." I said in a jokey way.

"Well I read in Cosmo that it was the latest fashion and I wanted to look my best on the beach."

"That's perfectly understandable." As I said this Mary must have seen the light bulb go on in my head.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, we're going to a nudist beach."

"No way, why would we want to go to a nudist beach?"

"I haven't been on one for years and used to really enjoy it. Also, you love bathing naked in the back garden, walking around with your big dick flapping about."

"But that's in the back garden, just us two. I don't want to do it with loads of other people, it'll just be full of wrinkly old Germans."

"I quite like wrinkly old Germans."

I think it was the tension mixed with the absurdity of our last sentences that made us both burst out laughing. When we settled I said, "I don't want to be a twit but I don't think I'll feel comfortable on a nudist beach."

"Just trust me, I think you'll enjoy it." Mary knows how to get around me, her lips only inches from my ear and her right hand tugging gently at my dick, my hand dropping to her groin as I went to kiss her.

She pulled back, "Now get into that shower, we'll be late for the restaurant."

The evening was lovely, good food and good wine. The couple of times I mentioned the beach Mary just said 'Trust me', the amusement in her eyes making me wonder whether I should. Truth be told, a little bit of me was looking forward to this new experience.

It took us about thirty minutes to walk to the beach which gave us time to chat and for me to ask about behavior on the beach.

"It's the same as a normal beach, everyone stares but you mustn't be too obvious about it, that's what dark sunglasses are for, so no one can see you gawking. If you are gawking, don't do it with your tongue hanging out, that's a real giveaway."

I smiled at her silly advice "What about if I get an erection, won't that be even more of a giveaway?"

"It's only natural; everyone gets stimulated, although it's more obvious with men. Just don't swing it around or poke someone in the eye with it. You'll be fine, trust me."

There it was again, that little smile and the words 'trust me'. I was beginning to wonder.

In my head I'd been imagining a small beach, probably in some barely accessible alcove, where the nudies would be kept well away from civilized society. As it turned out it was a sizable beach behind some sand dunes, easily accessed by a small path from the main road.

Looking down the beach there appeared to be a bar at the far end with a car park above it. What most surprised me though was how busy it was. It was just before twelve and whilst not jammers packed, it was certainly much busier than I'd imagined. As we threaded our way through the mainly naked people I found that people seemed friendlier than on a normal beach, people actually smiling at us as we walked past.

I thought we might find a place at the back of the beach, behind most other people. Mary had other ideas, eventually coming to a stop about fifty meters from the bar and a similar distance from the sea, which placed us about halfway up the beach.

I didn't know whether you stripped off standing up or sitting down and so just followed Mary's lead. We put our towels down and then she removed her loose dress, revealing her pink two-piece bikini, saying it was easier to remove than a one-piece. She stood there a moment, enjoying the sun and I'm sure the gaze of the many heads I'd seen turn to look at her. She then sat down and proceeded to remove her bikini. I sat down and removed my shorts and t-shirt.

We sat there with silly grins on our faces, Mary asking if I was ok. I said I was and was actually happy to be there and thanking her again for the lovely surprise holiday and for bringing me to this beach. Mary leaned over and kissed me before sitting back and saying, "Right, who's first?"

"First for what?"

"Well, you can't come to a nudist beach and not parade about a bit. We have to take it in turns to walk down to the water and stand there for a little while. The other one sits here and counts how many admiring glances the other one got, it's a sort of competition."

"Not much of a competition, you're bound to get more attention."

"You'll be surprised, you're a well built, attractive man. And besides, I think there's lots of gay men on the beach so you'll be fine."

"Very funny."

"Ok, I'll go first." And with that, Mary stood up and stretched to her full 5'7". She really was something and by the happy grin on her face, I could see she was also full of bubbly fun. She looked down the beach as if planning her route between the other bathers, giving me one last cheeky grin before setting off.

The sand was soft and Mary's butt cheeks wobbled delightfully with each step she took, the soft sand slowing her passage, which was fine as I don't think she was in any hurry.

Many heads turned to look at her as she made her way down, some just glancing up before returning to whatever they were doing, some staring but pretending not to, whilst others were more blatant. The ones that caught my eye were two young men over to our right, one noticed Mary and immediately elbowed his friend, who was lying next to him, to have a look. They were both smiling and I think one of them got his phone and was taking pictures, keeping his phone down low and hoping no one noticed, cheeky sods. I thought about challenging them but knew Mary would laugh it off, probably saying something about sticking her chest out more if she had known.

When she got to the water she walked along a small bit before stopping and facing out to sea, her head and shoulders back and her hands turned outwards as if worshipping the sun. To my biased brain she looked like some sort of goddess and I wished I was stood there with her.

I looked around our towels and picking up our mobile phones which were our only valuables, I decided I would join her. Looking up again I saw that one of the young fellas who had been gawking at Mary earlier was now coming to stand a few feet to her right, looking out to sea in a similar manner, his mate still on his towel but now sat up so he could see properly.

His head turned to look at her and he must have said something because her head turned to look at him. After a moment he turned his whole body to face her and the first thing I or anybody else watching noticed was he had a boner, his rigid dick sticking straight out from his slim body. The whole scenario was so mad that I didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.

Mary turned her body to face him and seemed to be smiling, her head moving as she looked down at his dick. I don't know what she said but he took a step back, his cocky demeanour waning. Mary was still smiling as she turned to walk back up the beach, briefly turning and giving a little wave to the young man who gave a half hearted wave back. As she came up the beach her walk was even more confident, nodding and smiling at people as she passed, their eyes now on her designer bush rather than her smackable and very kissable ass.

Reaching our towels her smile was even broader, starting to giggle as she said. "That was so funny, did you see what happened?" I nodded "I think I may have permanently damaged his ego."

"It looked mad from here, what happened?"

"He was sneaking little peeks over as soon as he stood beside me. I pretended not to notice although I had already noticed his erection. Then he turned his head and said he thought I was very sexy. I think he was German but he must have presumed I was English as he said it in fairly good English. I kept looking straight ahead but couldn't help but smile. I think this emboldened him because he then turned to face me, Mr Dick pointing straight at me. I was pretending not to notice but could feel his eyes taking in my whole body, he was only about four feet away." She took a breath at this stage and drank some water, my bemused look urging her to carry on.

"Well anyway, do you know what the cheeky sod said to me then?"

"What?"

"He said I had great tits and a very fuckable ass." I nearly laughed and said I agreed with him but instead managed to keep a straight face and ask what she did next.

"I turned to face him and decided to play him at his own game, I said, 'Du hast einen schönen Schwanz'. Which I think is 'you have a nice dick' in German, although my German is a bit rusty so I may have said 'I want to suck your dick'. Either way he seemed delighted, his dick standing up even more. I then dropped my gaze to his cock and said in English, 'it's a little small, I prefer big ones like my husbands.' His face was a picture. Then I turned and gave a little wiggle, although I think it was lost on him."

Mary was still standing and I was sitting, looking up at her. She would sometimes embellish stories just to shock and get a reaction but I somehow knew this was all true, I just shook my head and smiled, standing up and laughing as I said. "You're such a tart, you're unbelievable."

Mary smiled back, moving closer and kissing me as she said, "I know, but I'm you're tart."

We looked down the beach and an older couple were talking to the young man, the lady seemingly quite animated as she pointed at him "Probably telling him off for flaunting his erection about, definitely a no-no on nudist beaches."

I nodded in agreement and smiled to myself, he wasn't having a good day.

"Do you want to take your turn and go for a walk now?"

I shook my head, saying something about being scared of the old lady, "Although my back was getting stiff trying to sit upright on the towel, it's good to move."

"Why don't you dig a hole, and make yourself a little armchair in the sand."

"Sounds complicated, you've got an engineering background, why don't you show me."

Mary looked confused before realizing what I was talking about, "You mean the two weeks I spent getting my ass pinched as an office temp when I was eighteen."

I nodded, "That's perfect training."

One day driving through town Mary had pointed out an engineering firm, "I got a summer job there before I started uni, I had to leave after two weeks because of the boss constantly groping me."

"That's terrible."

"I know. At the end of the first week he said he'd double my wages if I wore shorter skirts with no knickers on. I was disgusted."

"But you said you worked there for two weeks."

A cheeky grin came over Mary's face as she said "I know." Typically that was the end of the story, she wouldn't say anymore, just smiling away to herself.

Back to the beach:

"You're more than capable of digging the hole yourself, you just want to see me bent over."

"Well if you insist."

"Perv." As she said this Mary smiled and bent over, starting to dig the sand doggy style, scooting the loose sand back between her spread legs. It was some sight. After a few moments she fell to her knees in a fit of giggles, telling me to get down there and help her dig, "with your hands, not with that." She said, pointing to my dick that had gone instantly hard looking at her bent over ass.

Mary had gotten quieter as we dug and I was wondering if she was ok. As we stood up to admire our hole she turned and asked, "Does it bother you, people looking at me and me being a bit flirtatious?"

I knew the answer as I'd asked myself the same thing, "Not really. I trust you but I couldn't handle it if it went any further than that." She looked at me lovingly but before she could say anything I added, "And besides, I love looking at people, it would be a bit hypocritical if I got upset by people doing the same to you."

As if to prove the point, a beautiful northern European woman, with perky tits and flowing blond hair, walked passed us, a big smile as she said 'Hi'. We said "hi' back and as we watched her tight little tush walk away from us Mary said, "It's probably best if your tongue's not hanging out when you stare."

"Was I that obvious?"

"Ah ah."

"Oops."

"Don't worry about it, I'd fuck her as well if I could."

Before I could get my head around this Mary said "I'm going up to the bar, do you want a beer?"

I'd seen her looking over my shoulder towards the bar area a couple of times when we were digging, she was either waiting for it to get busy or quiet, I wasn't sure. "A nice cold beer would be lovely, thanks."

I watched her go and then had a mad idea as to what to do with some of the sand we had dug out, quickly piling it up and placing Mary's towel over it, looking up just as Mary was getting to the bar area.

There were a few tables under cover and a few on a large decked area in front of the bar. Two men were sat at one of these and they stood up as Mary approached. One was tall and slim whilst the other was stockier and maybe a bit older.

The stockier put out both his arms as if welcoming someone, moving towards Mary as he did so. Mary's arms went wide and then they were embracing, one of his hands on her upper back and the other just above her bum, there naked bodies seemingly pressed together. They broke the embrace and I could see Mary was a little taller than the man. The taller of the two moved closer and they just pecked each other on the cheek.

To say I was confused was an understatement. From the way they were standing it looked like they were listening to Mary, her hands moving expressively as she talked, both the men nodding and I think smiling.