While on a holiday trip to the Mediterranean with friends Melinda & Jack, I needed a day off from site-seeing. I had seen enough old architecture and supposed historic venues. Melinda wanted to join me as she was also tired of site-seeing. My wife. Emma, and our friend Jack were less inclined to give up a day seeing the sights.
While my wife and Jack head off that morning for more site seeing, Melinda and I spent a leisurely morning enjoying breakfast. After lolling around for most of the morning, Melinda and I went down to the local beach. The relaxed morning caused us to arrive later than we wanted, and the beach showed just how late we were. The beach was packed with barely enough room to even walk to the water. This was not what we wanted to see. With disappointment on our face, a local walked up and said he knew of a quiet, hidden beach that only truly locals go to. He said it was a short taxi ride and then a quick walk (5 minutes) to reach it, but definitely worth the effort. Perhaps against good travel wisdom, we decided to take him up when he pointed to the trail head which was at end of the beach we were on.
So, we jump into his taxi. 10 euro later we were at a small path that was well worn that took travelers over the hill. Hopefully to a secluded beach. We hop out of taxi to start the trek. My friend's wife led the way to serenity. Apparently 5 minutes means something different here. What seemed like 15 minutes of walking, we were still on the crowded beach side of the knoll and sweating profusely. After a brief stop to complain, we re-commence the trudge up the hill. A few minutes later, with my head looking down at my feet, I full body bump into my friend who was turning to face me just as I arrived where she stood. We smooshed together -- full body squish. A perspiration mosh of slimy bodies.
"Whoa...a little too close being that sweaty" says my friend.
"Yeah. Sorry, just plugging away at trying to make it to this beach. Wasn't even looking where I was headed -- obviously." I responded.
"Well, hope your heart is not too set on getting to this beach. We may want to reconsider going there."
"Why is that? We've got to be there soon."
"Just take a look." says Melinda
As a peer over her right shoulder, I can see the beach. It was only a few minutes more to go. The beach was sparsely populated with plenty of pure white sand leading to crystal clear water. This looked like nirvana to me.
"It's right there! Why turn around. We worked this much to get here. Why spend that time huffing up the hill if we do not enjoy some time at the beach?"
My friend turned to me, looks me square in the eye with a very serious look on her face and asks:
"So, you see nothing wrong at this beach?"
Quickly I answer, "No, it looks like a postcard destination."
"So, the people do not look a little naked?"
"Well, I cannot see that well from this distance. Are you saying this is clothing optional -- or a nude beach? It is Europe."
"I cannot tell if it is nude or clothing optional. All I know, is that there are people without clothes on down there."
"Ahh. Ok. So, what do you want to do?"
"At this point, I just want to lie down on some sand and go for a swim. If we turn around, it will be an hour before we see sand and probably 2 hours to lie down. So, I could care less if there were purple people down there. I just want to get set-up on the sand and feel the water." Melinda stated.
"Well, I am game. I just worry about what Jack and Emma will say if they learn about this."
"Unless you say something, they will never learn about this."
"Ok -- onward." I encourage.
My friend turns to finish the short walk to the beach. As we first hit the grains of sand, I could now see that many, if not most people were nude and the remaining were as scantily clothed as possible without being nude. Being dressed in a swim shirt and board shorts, I felt way over dressed. At the same time, I was not sure what I was going to do -- or what Melinda was going to do once we got settled.
We walk another 50 meters and drop our stuff, relieved to make it to someplace that we could finally relax and be done walking. Gradually we set up our beach camp with the few towels we had. Once we sit down, sweat starts to flow freely from our bodies, drenching the already sweat-soaked clothing. Drawing long sips of water from the drinks we brought, we both sigh in contentment.
As we sit, people walk in front of us heading to the water or just taking a stroll on the beach. All of these people were completely nude! Not a stitch of clothing to be seen on them. People of all body shapes ranging in age from early 20's to 70's, but all unavoidably nude. This created an uncomfortable tension between myself and Melinda. Could it be my overt gazes at these naked beachgoers, or just paranoia that I created this discomfort. With various scenarios running through my head of what to say, Melinda blurts out, "We are clearly over-dressed here!"
We both chuckled. To which Melinda declares that she is not opposed to removing clothing...to fit in and cool down in the heat. Not knowing what to say, I just turn to her and start stumbling over my words as I verbally work through as to what I was going to do. After a few embarrassing moments of this rambling, I finally spurt out, "Sure -- go ahead and strip down. I am going to take a few minutes to adjust to our being here."
My friend acknowledges my response as acceptable and starts removing her top and shorts. As I glance through the corner of my eye, I see she has just uncovered, exposing her 2 piece bathing suit that was underneath her street clothes. OK -- no biggy. Not nude, so nothing to worry about. As I take a deep breath, I grab my water to take another long swig. As my head tilted back, I noticed more rustling next to me. As I peek over, I see Melinda now removing her suit top! I choked on my sip, startled by her actions. This was not going to be good -- for me. Although we have aged and put on pounds in the wrong spots, we were not unsightly. It was tough enough not getting a hard-on seeing all the people walk by us nude. Now with someone I know well being in such proximity to me and being nude, I do not think it would be possible to keep an erection from sprouting. Melinda then begins removing her bathing suit bottoms. She was going all the way to fit in at the beach.
Standing in her birthday suit, Melinda asks if I was going to get comfortable as well.
As I turn to answer, I try not to stutter or stare and answer as if this was an everyday conversation. Slowly, I respond that I was still pondering just how much to take off. With that, I remove my shoes and swim shirt. My friend starts putting sunscreen on, rubbing the lotion over her feet then moving up her body. As she does this, I am clearly staring, watching every ooze of sunscreen and every stroke to spread the lotion. As she worked up her thighs, she spent a fair amount of time getting the inner portions of her thighs and buttocks. This was not helping me stay soft. My cock stirred beyond its current half-mast status, moving to a fully engorged hard-on. Good thing my shorts masked what was happening. If my friend saw the tenting in my shorts, she did not indicate it.
As she delicately moved to spread sunscreen on her stomach, I knew that her breasts would be next. The anticipation of what would happen next was making my cock harder, pushing my suit out further because my cock was caught in the lower edge of the lining.
Then the time came.
Melinda squeezes a dollop of lotion into her palm in a seemingly seductive manner and begins massaging her full breasts with both hands. She seemed to spend more time on her nipples than what I consider to be a normal amount of time to apply sunscreen. By now, my cock was fully erect -- albeit in an awkward angle -- pushing my shorts out several centimeters. It was clear that I was sporting a hard on. My friend startled me by saying something. Although physically present, my thoughts were elsewhere because I did not know what she said. As smoothly as I could, I say "Sorry, what did you say."
Melinda smiled and laughed a bit before saying, "I was wondering if you were going to strip down. Once you are ready, you can have some lotion to put on. Then we can do it each other's backs. Don't want to get burned out here!"
Shedding clothes at this point would be embarrassing not only for me, but I imagined it would also be embarrassing for my friend and anyone nearby. Who wants to see an older guy with a raging hard on? My friend sensed my hesitation and coyly commented how she felt free with everyone being as they were meant to be -- naked and embracing their bodies as they were -- or might have grown to be.
Thinking more about that, I said that I did not know if I could strip down. I was not sure that I was comfortable having added growth in front of my friend for the first time being nude.
"Well, it is natural. So don't worry about what happens. I will not judge you. Not how you look, not what happens throughout the day, not about hidden uncouth stares....Just don't judge me or anyone else."
"Ok -- thanks. But know that my wife will be really pissed if she finds out about this."
So, with a quick tug, I start pulling my suit off. Despite getting caught on my cock for a moment, I wrestle my suit past it to pull it fully off. By now my cock was semi-hard, indicating arousal but certainly not a raging hard-on.
"There. That was not as bad as I thought. Kind of like pulling off a band aid."
"Yeah! Good for you. Don't you feel better?" asked Melinda.
"You know, I really do feel better. It is liberating being nude. It is also much cooler without clothes too!"
"You better get that lotion on."
Shaking my head in agreement, I take the lotion from my friend's hand. As we exchange the bottle, our hands spend a few extra moments touching. To apply the lotion, I work from my feet up. Moving to my thighs, I quiver as I edge closer to my cock. By now I have a full, rigid hard on again as I imagine how erotic this could be if my friend was applying the lotion. Before going any further, I glance over to my friend who is on her side staring intently at every motion I make. I clear my throat and say that I am not sure I can go any further. My friend just chuckles and says "Don't be silly. You will get burned in the worst possible spot."
"Yeah -- you are right. But I am not sure what will happen if I don't stop .... rubbing lotion on that sensitive spot."
"That may happen, but you are the only one who can decide how much to rub on and how long to rub."
