(Note: While Fort Bragg is a real city in California, the beaches described in this story are entirely fictional. So don't waste your time looking for them.)
THE FIRST DAY
I didn't see her at first, and when I did, I thought she was a boy.
I was sitting a stretch of beach I'd seen from the air the day before, flying into the airport at Fort Bragg on the four-seat Cessna my government agency had chartered. You can't see the beach from the road, but I eventually found it more or less at random. I parked the rental car and fetched a beach towel and a water bottle from the back seat. Figuring that I might get some sun, I also grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and applied it to my legs, face, arms, and torso. Wearing only my sandals, shorts, and a ball cap, I set out for the beach. I found it after about a half an hour of clambering over rocks, through overgrown vines, and finally piles of driftwood left by some prior high tide. The beach was completely deserted. I spread out the towel and read a science book called
The Panda's Thumb
by Stephen Jay Gould, an author I'd just discovered. It was a more than private beach; it seemed that nobody else knew it was there.
That's when I saw her, walking down the shoreline. I took her at first for a boy in his mid-teens, but as she got closer and the heat-shimmer off the sand subsided, I could see that she was female, with small but perfectly formed breasts. She was carrying a water bottle and had some sort of canvas bag slung over her shoulder, and was wearing sandals and sunglasses, and a hat. And nothing else. Her pubes had a light cover of hair, neatly trimmed to leave her slit completely exposed, displaying inner labia that protruded about a half an inch. Her skin was almost as brown as a Polynesian's, although her hair was a chestnut hue, cut fairly short and protected by the long-billed baseball cap. I could see that while most of her was tan, her tits had had a little less sun than the rest of her, and the effect of that slightly lighter skin around two very dark nipples was erotic in the extreme, as if inviting the eye to linger there. I felt the familiar itch in my crotch, and I scratched it, feeling my dick get harder and fuller.
She noticed the movement, stopped, and addressed me.
"This beach is a nude beach," she said, taking off her sunglasses and regarding me with the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. "You're overdressed."
"I didn't see a sign," I said. "In fact, I didn't see anything between here and the road except a lot of woods and rocks."
"How could you miss the sign? It's right on the path from the main beach."
"I didn't use that path. I came down directly from the road."
"There's no path there."
"Tell me about it! See these scratches? But I didn't know there was a nude beach anywhere around here."
"Well, it's not in the guide books. It's common knowledge, though."
"Not to me. I'm new around here. I'm sorry if I offended."
"No offense taken, but you're still overdressed."
"Well, I don't want to get my ass sunburned, and I left my lotion at the car."
"Use mine," she said, reaching into her tote bag and producing a bottle. "Or are you shy?" There was a trace of a smile.
I smiled back. "I don't have that much to show."
She laughed and pressed a finger to her right breast. "Neither do I, as you can see. Don't worry. It's not a contest."
"Well, I have another problem. You're a very pretty woman..."
"...And you're getting a hard-on," she finished. "Well, that's natural. Just drop your shorts and let me see it."
And I did. The shorts fell to my feet, and I kicked them onto the towel. Maybe it was the sea breeze on my crotch, maybe it was the warmth of the sun, maybe it was this beautiful woman, totally confident in her nudity, that did it, but my cock went to almost full mast, all six inches of it.
"That's not a bad-looking cock," she said, handing me the suntan lotion. "It's my favorite size. Not too big, not too small. You'd better put this on it before you burn it."
I squirted some onto my hands and rubbed it over the newly exposed parts of my body, ending with my dick, which loved the attention and began to twitch as I handed the bottle back to her.
What she said next surprised me.
"So, would you like to masturbate now?"
"What?"
"Masturbate. You know, wank. Jerk off. Spank the monkey."
"Do you want me to?"
"Sure. I'd like to get to know you, but until you get your rocks off, you'll be staring at my tits and pussy all the time instead of my face, and be totally unable to carry on a normal conversation."
