Near where I live there is a superb beach. Not only is there a huge expanse of sand, even before the tide goes out, but behind this there is around 300 yards of dunes, hillocks and scrub grass. The beach is about 3 miles long mostly with at least a hundred yards of dunes and scrub behind it.
Despite being near a major town it is never too busy, apart from the area immediately opposite the parking and barbecue area.
Several months ago I was passing the area, on a beautiful day and decided, on a whim, to pop down and take a few ‘rays’.
I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion in heavy jeans, boots and thick shirt, but as luck would have it I had with me in the car a rucksack from the previous week, which contained my football kit, T-shirt, shorts and trainers.
When I got to the car park there were thirty or forty cars and the odd people hanging around pick-nicking etc. So I slung my backpack over one shoulder and set off along the beach for a few hundred yards until there were hardly any people (apart from those taking long walks from one end of the beach to the other…Why?) and turned off into the dunes.
Thirty or so yards in I found a secluded spot and sat down with the intention of changing into my lightweight football gear.
The first thing I did was to empty my rucksack and then, sitting down I pulled off my boot intent on removing the half ton of sand which had found entry since my walk began.
As I was facing away from the beach and was, at least a couple of sand dunes back from it, it seemed as good a place as any to change, as I lifted my boot to drain the sand from it I became aware that I was being observed.
If they had stayed still I probably would not have noticed them tucked between the tussocks of sand grass at the top of the dune facing me. As it was, the very movement of them ducking down caught the edge of my vision, and although they had disappeared by the time I looked up, it had ‘tuned’ me enough to catch a faint girlish giggling noise on the edge of the wind.
However, my immediate concern was with emptying my other boot of its contents and, lowering my head (but keeping my eyes on the same spot) I duly unlaced my second boot and was rewarded with a dashing movement, between the dunes several yards to my right of two teenage girls. It was only a fleeting movement, so I could only gain a fleeting impression. One appeared to be blond, wearing a denim mini, a white crop top and white trainers. The other was dark haired, with a pony-tail wearing a bright green bikini top and a tight white tennis skirt and appeared bare foot. Both were crouched low and dived for the cover of the next dune to my right.
Realising that I was now the subject of a game of ‘spy’ I pondered my next move. For all I knew there could be a whole family behind any of the nearest dunes having a Picnic and could ‘pop up’ at any time.
Looking around in all directions and ignoring the ‘bobbing’ heads of my spies, I acted suddenly introverted and picked up my pack and gear and moved directly to the high sand dune they had just vacated, It proved to be not only empty but well secluded on all sides, like a small fort surrounded on all sides by tussocks and mounds.
I lay back on the sand and apparently relaxed. It took several minutes before I detected their presence. Again it was on my right and about twenty degrees in front, about four yards away behind a particularly bushy growth of sea grass.
This time I decided that there was no need to be reserved and I stretched on the sand before sitting up and taking my kit from the knapsack.
Pulling my T-shirt over my head I sneaked a peek in their direction through my ‘tunnelled’ shirt. They were still there and I could clearly see the blond girls face turned towards her partner in crime, with her hand over her mouth, stifling an excited giggle, her eyes wide with an ‘Oh my god’ look!
Without hesitation I unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my jeans before sitting down again to slowly remove my socks. By this time my cock, surprisingly, was only semi-erect, probably through a mix of fear and trepidation
As I lay back on the sand and hooked my thumbs into the top of my jeans I risked another look, as I slid my jeans down and off. Both heads suddenly disappeared and it was difficult for me to ignore the excited, giggling noises coming from the near vicinity. I carefully folded my jeans, and after pulling a towel from my rucksack, carefully placed them within.
Laying the towel flat out on the sand and then lying face up on it, I was reluctant, and a bit scared to take the next step, so instead, I let one arm flop to my side while the other lay, carelessly over my stomach with the hand idly tracing a line between my belly button and the base of my jockeys. Suddenly I remembered that there was a pair of sunglasses in the sack pocket, so I quickly pulled them out, and donning them, lay back to enjoy my ’sun’. Great! This meant that I could keep my head pointing straight ahead, but actually look directly at them (the glasses were completely black) and allowed me to continue to pretend I was in a state of privacy. I continued with my light, almost accidental stroking motion.
Despite the security of the glasses it was almost a minute before I risked a full look in their direction. Both had inched forward and up. They were now ‘ up on their elbows’, lying on their tummies facing me. Although still mostly hidden by the Dune grass, I could clearly make out the dark girls quite impressive cleavage, scrunched up between her upright arms.
My cock was now rapidly expanding to its full length, and I could wait no longer, so without any further delay I brought my thumbs to my waistband and, lifting my backside off the sand I peeled down my ‘jockeys’. There was an audible gasp as my almost fully hard cock sprang into view. Still facing directly ahead, but staring directly at them I was rewarded by the look on both their faces.
Eyes wide, mouths open, they stared at my cock as though mesmerised. They had crept forward almost without thinking until they were now perched on knees and elbows, fully atop the crest of the dune, almost certainly in full view (were I to suddenly to acknowledge their presence).
I could wait no longer and gripped my cock in my right hand and started to pump it in a slow, measured fashion, an involuntary sigh passed my lips, and again, as my rhythm
Increased and the intensity of the excitement mounted as I suddenly appreciated that I was lying there totally naked, masturbating, and rapidly heading for a climax while two teenage girls watched hungrily from just a few feet away. Another moan escaped my lips as it became obvious my climax was just seconds away. I couldn’t help it. My head rolled until it was directly facing them and my glasses slid down my face!! For a second I faltered, struggling to pull my glasses up and preserve my ‘ignorance’ of their proximity, or to continue my act to its obvious conclusion. For a brief second our eyes met and I could almost feel them pull away in shocked recognisance of both our ‘sins’.
‘Come on Girls!!’ ‘Teas almost ready!’ a voice shouted several yards to our left. The sudden shock sat me bolt upright, sheer panic and guilt screaming at me.
Both girls pitched forward from their position atop the dune from a mixture of surprise and shock too. They tumbled down into the central bowl to within a couple of feet of me.
I was aghast. This could only make matters worse!! Scrambling backwards in my surprise I realised that both girls were ‘hanging low’ as well and not, to my eternal relief screaming in full voiced terror.
It took a few seconds for me to understand. They were the ones feeling guilty, they were the ones who were scared of being caught, and they were the ones with shame burning their faces scarlet.
We sat staring at each other in a silent, scared conspiracy of silence…..no one moved…no one blinked…. no one said a word…..
The voice shouted again, but this time from twenty or thirty yards further.
No one moved……
I had to say something …In a whisper as loud as I dared. ’Look I’m sorry’ I stammered. ‘I didn’t realise…’
‘Shhh! Be quiet!’ Hissed the dark haired girl, ‘She’s almost gone!’
‘Well I’d better go then’ I whispered as quickly as I could.
‘For gods sake! Shut up will you, she’s coming back!’ Whispered the dark haired girl as loudly as she dared.
We all stared guiltily at each other as we maintained a wall of silence as a voice shouted ‘Christine! Terry! If you don’t come and get it, it’ll all be gone!…. Well, please yourselves’.
An audible sigh of relief came from all three of us as the voice faded into the distance.
‘Oh my God! If she had seen us!’ said the dark haired girl
‘Shut up will you Terry!’ said the blond
‘Fucking Hell!’ I said with obvious relief collapsing flat on my back.
I opened my eyes only to be met with two determined looking faces.
‘We know what you were doing. You were having a Wank weren’t you?’ said the blond girl Christine, staring me straight in the face.
‘ Well…. but, I didn’t know…I thought I was alone!’ stammering was habit forming.
‘Yes you did!’ she said spitting it through her teeth. ’You bloody well knew all along we were here didn’t you? You’re a bloody pervert!’
‘I beg your....I don’t know what’ I stammered trying to regroup
‘So what are you going to do now then, do you want us to go so you can carry on wanking!’ she said with a look of disgust on her face.
‘I think the moods rather gone now’ I said with a voice filled with sarcasm.
‘Is that why it’s gone all soft?’ Terry chimed in, staring at my rapidly shrinking penis.
Suddenly realising that I was still naked, and for some strange reason this came as a surprise, I hastily grabbed my jockeys and covered myself up as best I could.
‘My God!’ I said, ‘The poor buggers in shock after what just happened! I could get arrested for this!’ I hissed, and immediately regretted as I saw the look pass over Christine’s face.
Whatever guilt had taken hold of her when she heard the ’Voice’, had just disappeared.
She looked me square in the face, ‘ That’s right, you’re a dirty pervert and we could call the police on you! ‘ She sat back with a satisfied look on her face.
There really wasn’t much I could say about that, lets face it she was right.
‘So… Come on! What’s wrong with it now? It’s only about half the size?’ Christine sneered.
‘It was more solid looking before!’ chimed in Terry, still staring at my shrunken appendage, and almost giggling!
‘ Well that’s because I was excited before, I was turned on’ I explained.
