Beachgoer

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the love and feedback on Beachgoer! I wasn't initially intending upon writing any more of that story, but you've inspired me to take another swing at a continuation. Enjoy!

As always, feedback, comments, and ratings are deeply appreciated!

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Cassandra sat in her car, radio off, engine still running, as she stared at the Welcome sign at the beach trailhead. There were certainly more people on the beach this weekend, she had counted six other cars as the pulled in. She raised the question to herself, "what the fuck are we doing here, Cassandra?"

Just last week her trip to this same beach had ended not-so-uneventfully, and over the days that followed, it ended up being all she could think about. She could hardly focus on her work, and in the end, despite the persistent arousal that followed recounting the events and the fantasizing that accompanied it, she couldn't help but feel conflicted about what had happened.

None of that had stopped her from driving to the beach again the following Saturday though. In the back of her mind she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she would see that same man again, and... That's about where her plan fell apart in her mind. She wasn't sure what she would do at that point. She sighed heavily, still debating the merits of turning around and driving home.

"Okay, okay, fine. We're already here, let's just do it," she finally concluded, after several minutes of silent contemplation. She got up and gathered her things and took a good look at herself in the reflection on her car. She wore a different bikini this time around, one that she arguable found to be a little more revealing than the last one, but she figured that if she were going to take it off anyways, what was the point in wearing something that covered her up more?

Maybe, a small voice in her head spoke, it would get people's attention...

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Cassandra did her best to avoid staring as she made her way down the strand, passing by several other lounging beachgoers. In spite of the small bikini she wore, she still felt overdressed as she passed another young woman, completely nude, sunbathing without a care in the world.

"What am I doing here..." she pondered quietly to herself as she approached the hopefully-secluded spot she had used last week. To her relief, she found it empty, and got her things set up once more.

Taking a deep breath, she stood and looked around, surveying the beach around her. The nearest other beachgoers were several hundred feet away, and paid no mind to the clearly-nervous young woman. She may as well not even exist to them. She sat back down on her towel and huffed, "Okay, Cassie. Let's do this."

She untied her bikini top and let it hang free in front of her breasts and, with a sigh, pulled it unceremoniously over her head, tucking it into her backpack. Feeling a bit more confident now, her bottoms quickly followed. That was it, she was nude. On the nude beach. She took a deep breath to settle herself and laid back on her towel. The sun's warmth felt good on her bare skin, and she willed herself to relax.

Her choice of reading material this week was a bit tamer, another romance novella, but one more limited in the smut department. She sat up and, extracting it from her bag, laid down on her stomach, facing away from the ocean.

The next hour and change passed seemingly without incident and Cassandra pored over the book, tearing through over half of its pages. She was certainly enjoying it, but something just felt off. The book quickly found itself replaced in the backpack as she got up and started towards the ocean. Making her way down the shore, she noticed a couple of other beachgoers had set up their towels and umbrellas nearby. Closer to the water, but out of view from where she herself had set up shop.

She had eyes all over her, especially as she made it down to the fringe of the waves' reach. Striding forward a few meters, she let the cool water wash over her feet and up her ankles. Several men stared unabashedly at the well-endowed young lady standing just a stone's throw away, unaware of the half-dozen sets of eyes locked intently on her naked form.

Cassandra was none the wiser as she turned and walked along the beach's length, letting the waves lap at her ankles, stopping occasionally to bend down and pick up a shell or rock that had caught her eye. The men at her back raked their eyes over her, and couldn't help but stare as she bent down at the waist, exposing herself to them. They murmured to themselves at the apparent exhibitionist in their midst.

After a few minutes of wandering, Cassandra decided to head back. She didn't want to have to deal with sand sticking all over her, nor did she want to have to deal with the salt water in her long hair. Once more, she passed the cluster of people between the water and her spot, and this time she noticed the staring, among other things. Her heart skipped a bit as she spotted one man's erection poking up from between crossed legs, and she almost tripped as another man came to his feet as she passed. This one didn't stare, but the bulge in his speedo betrayed him.

She felt herself turn bright red and she picked up her pace just a little as she bounded over the small ridge and tucked back into her spot. Laying down once more, now on her back, her mind raced over what she'd just seen. Her body, on display for all to see, had not gone unnoticed. That whole cluster of people had gotten a good look at her, and she realized that she had probably given them all quite the show as she tucked her newfound collectibles into her bag. She couldn't help but feel a little excited by the idea of it.

"Hi," a voice suddenly picked up from a couple of feet away. Cassandra jumped at the sudden intrusion, having been focused on her own thoughts and staring down into her backpack. She looked up and found one of the men from down in the beach, his towel and umbrella in his hands, covering his groin.

"Oh, uh... Hi!" Cassandra stammered, barely knowing what to say. She had yet to actually speak to anyone else on this beach before. She was usually decently social, but the circumstances of this beach in particular nagged at her mind.

"Do you mind if I set up over here?" The stranger implored, his umbrella-toting hand motioned off towards Cassandra's right, hopefully meaning a ways away from her, she thought to herself.

"I mean, sure," she responded, trying her best to sound natural, though she telegraphed her nerves clearly in every word. As much as she was nervous, she still felt an overwhelming urge to not be rude.

"Cool. Nice quiet spot back here, isn't it?" The man struck up conversation as he set his towel down mere feet from Cassandra's, much closer than she had anticipated. His semi-erect cock hung free between his legs, catching her eye. She did her best to not stare, keeping her eyes intently locked on the sea.

"Yeah. It's a perfect spot, really," she replied quietly, again failing to keep it natural. Try as she might, she couldn't help but sneak a peek as the man finished putting up his umbrella and took a seat, just a few feet from Cassandra's side. He was a slimmer-built man, maybe 35 or so years old, with not a tan line to be seen.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," he mentioned off-hand as he laid out flat on his back, trying to nudge the conversation along. "Is this your first time visiting?"

"No, I came here last Saturday too," Cassandra replied with a huff, briefly recalling her eventful visit last week. "Do... Do you come here often?"

"Oh yeah, I come here every weekend. Sometimes I meet up with a few friends, you know?"

"Oh, that's cool. I don't think any of my friends would be interested in coming to... to this kind of beach," Cassandra stammered a little, but managed to stay engaged in the conversation. She snuck another peek, finding the stranger's cock still half-hard, sticking up slightly as he laid on his back.

"Oh, that's a shame," the man said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. "It really is the-more-the-merrier on this beach!"

"I mean, maybe once of these days. I... Honestly I'm not entirely comfortable yet myself," Cassandra opened up a bit, catching mid-sentence a bit as she peeked and watched the man's erection twitch a little.

"Oh, please, there's no need to be shy. You have a magnificent body, and there's no shame in letting loose a little!"

"Oh, well thank you," Cassandra blushed slightly at the compliment before taking a deep breath and laying out on her back once more. "I'm Cassandra, by the way."

"Chris. It's a genuine pleasure to meet you, Cassandra."

"Nice to meet you as well."

With that, the conversation dried up completely as the two sunbathers relaxed and soaked up the warmth of the sun. Cassandra thought perhaps a little too deeply about what Chris had said about meeting with his friends here. Her mind wandered once again to depraved places, and she mashed her thighs together as the wetness began to accumulate between her legs. She dismissed the thoughts as mere fantasy and shook her head, willing the raunchy mental images from her focus.

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Sometime later, Cassandra rolled onto her stomach and rummaged once more in her bag, seeking out her sunblock. However, the spray she used to cover her back was nowhere to be found.

"Goddammit," she thought to herself. Evidently, she had been thinking aloud however.

"You okay?" Chris chirped as he sat up from his spot next to Cassandra.

"Well... I forgot my spray for my back," she sighed, kicking herself for leaving it at home.

"Oh. Do you want some help with your back?" Chris offered, reaching for his own bottle of sunblock. "I understand if you're not comfortable with that."

"I... Yeah, okay. I would really appreciate it," Cassandra resigned herself to it. It should be fine, it was just a little sunblock after all, right?

"Of course! We wouldn't want to burn this flawless skin, would we?" Chris popped up to his knees and shuffled over enthusiastically. Cassandra once more grinned a little at the cheeky compliment, even coming from an older man it felt nice to be showered with sweet sentiments. "Okay, this may feel a little cold..."

Her back tensed immediately once he touched her, a gentle running of both hands along her upper back. It didn't feel cold at all, if anything, it felt as if her skin were alight wherever he touched her. Her legs squeezed together as his hands pressed a little more firmly, working their way down her back. She could feel that he had applied a liberal amount of lotion to her back, his hands glided smoothly over her skin.

Honestly, it felt amazing on Cassandra's end, as Chris started to apply a little bit more pressure, really working the slippery lotion into her skin. She sighed, "that feels really good..."

"Do you like that?" He implored softly, his voice dripping with suggestion. He pressed firmly again as his hands ran over her shoulders and around the back of her neck. Before she could reply though, he released her, placing his hands in his lap, still kneeling at her side

"Oh yes, I definitely do," Cassandra whined, "please, don't mind me. Carry on."

"Your wish is my command, Cassandra," he crooned as his hands dove right back in, now intently massaging her back, applying firm pressure to her tired, knotted muscles. He continued for several minutes just as he had started, kneeling at her side. Then he once again stopped and released her. "Do you mind if I... Reposition a bit?"

"By all means... Do whatever you need to do," Cassandra essentially moaned. She felt way too good to let this stop yet. She hadn't had a massage or even a basic back rub in years, and to have what appeared to be such skilled hands working her over was like being in heaven, "just don't stop."

"As you wish," he practically whispered in reply. Chris came to his feet and shuffled over a bit. He realized that Cassandra probably hadn't been thinking quite of this, but she did tell him not to stop, so...

"Oh!" Cassandra squeaked and looked back over her shoulder as Chris dropped to his knees again, now straddling her thighs. She could feel his mostly-erect cock and his balls brush against the back of her thighs. She definitely hadn't expected this when he mentioned re-positioning. She was quickly defused, however, as his hands quickly picked up from where they left off, massaging rather firmly at the small of her back.

"Is this okay?" He asked softly, not stopping his ministrations of her back for even a second. He knew it had been risky jumping right into this level of body contact, but she was so hot that he figured it was worth taking the chance. His thumbs pressed hard and trailed down the length of her back by her spine, pushing out to the sides as he reached her waist.

"This... This is okay," Cassandra affirmed, against her better judgement. The position was a little awkward, but it was the same as if she had done a more traditional massage. Just this time the therapist was nude, and so was she. She allowed herself to relax as much as she could manage and sighed deeply, enjoying the massage.

Chris continued his massage, and gradually began to expand the area of coverage, down her exposed sides, and dipping progressively lower and lower down her back until the edges of his thumbs were at her butt. He didn't dare push any further just yet. He leaned back a touch, getting more lotion from the bottle, and applying it to his still-slick hands. He paused for a moment before diving back in again and surveyed the terrain. It was a mental image to save for later for sure: a tight, fair-skinned 20-something woman, naked as the day she was born, practically writhing at his touch as he sat stop her, his almost-painfully-hard cock mere inches from her shaven pussy. He was in heaven.

Cassandra shifted a bit underneath him while she had the chance, Chris's hands off her for just a few seconds. She was no longer bothered by his cock and balls resting atop her thighs, and she spread her legs just a touch as she released their tension. He leaned back a bit more, admiring the newfound view of her exposed sex. He could hardly believe his luck today, and he was about to push it even further.

He scooted forward a few inches as his hands found her back once more, trailing all the way up to her shoulders again. However, when he settled down, his throbbing shaft nestled ever so gently against Cassandra's full ass. At the same time, he pressed hard on her shoulders, the combined sensation eliciting a shaky sigh from the gorgeous woman beneath him. As he continued on her tense shoulders, he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, grinding his cock against her ass.

"That's... Nice..." Cassandra sighed softly. Chris wasn't sure if she was referring to the shoulder massage, or the cock against her ass. Though honestly, neither was she.

Cassandra's imagination ran completely wild, the new sensation inspiring a great deal of lewd fantasy, and her pussy began to moisten immediately. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Chris, however. As his strokes grew longer, he adjusted his angle a bit and pressed more firmly against her ass, pushing her cheeks aside and forcing a proper moan from Cassandra's lips. On one particularly long stroke, his balls brushed against her for just a second, only to come out covered in her wetness: she was soaked.

"Do... Do you wanna turn over? Should make sure we get your front covered too, y'know," Chris suggested. He knew he was taking a significant risk in asking, but he definitely wanted to try and get his hands on those big tits of hers. It was a chance he was willing to take.

"I suppose," Cassandra sighed after a moment or two of hesitation. Chris stood up and returned to her side to give her room to move, and that's when she saw what she had been feeling against her ass: his cock was stiff as a flagpole and stood straight out from his body, throbbing with his pulse. It took every ounce of self-control that she had to not reach out and touch it. As much as she wanted for her wild fantasies to come true, he was still very much a stranger. With that said, she found herself caring less and less as he touched her more and more.

Chris swallowed hard as Cassandra laid on her back in front of him. She had some of the nicest tits he had ever seen outside of porn, and they were the largest he'd ever get to touch. He gingerly began at her stomach, running his slickened hands along her abs, up and just shy of her tits, and back down, stopping and running out towards the sides at her pelvis. It was certainly more fun to massage her front, as her facial expressions changed with every movement. He let his hands press up and through the middle of her chest, between her breasts, across her upper chest, and onto her shoulders briefly, before coming back down and rubbing lotion all over her ample tits.

"Mmm..." Cassandra moaned softly as Chris ran his hands over her sensitive breasts, raked his fingers over her hardened pink nipples. Her mouth hung open as he ran laps across them, squeezing softly and flitting his fingertips across her nipples. Then, once more, he ran a circuit across her entire torso, down her sides, across her stomach, and back up. This time he abandoned all pretenses and stayed singularly focused upon her tits.

"Feel good?" He inquired once more. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it again.

"So good," came her reply between moans. She was losing control, and he was doing his best to keep driving her towards that end. So, he continued, rubbing and groping at her tits, teasing her nipples with fingertips and open palm, pressing and squeezing more firmly, driving his movements based upon her expressions and reactions.

"Okay... Can't forget your legs, now," Chris managed to cough up, shaking off the trance he found himself under. His hands left her breasts and once more he moved, straddling Cassandra's legs, but further down, closer to her calves. He started at her thighs, and rubbed up and down them, not lingering too long, but instead briefly massaging and spreading lotion across every inch of her porcelain skin. He moved down past her knees, and shuffling down, past her calves, and finally reaching her feet. Here, he took his time and very intently massaged Cassandra's feet, pressing firmly across the soles and along the sides, and between her toes.

"Oh god I can't remember the last time I got a foot rub..." Cassandra whined, spreading her legs a bit and offering up a perfect view of her pussy for Chris. He spent several more minutes rubbing her feet, admiring the view of her perfectly clean pussy, glistening in the sun with her arousal. With his new objective in sight, he departed her feet and slowly worked his way up her legs, rubbing intently at the insides of her calves, past her knees, and slowing to a snail's pace as he massaged the insides of her thighs. He pressed firmly at the tense muscles, and she opened her legs wider for him. Slowly but surely, his hands worked higher and higher up her thighs until her was barely an inch from her lovely pink lips.

"You're so beautiful, Cassandra," Chris whispered, half to himself, half to her. He leaned back and treated himself to the view, he was knelt between her wide-spread legs, his throbbing cock mere inches from her pussy, she was writhing on the towel at his touch. He could probably dive in if he really wanted to at this point but opted to warm her up more instead. He leaned back in and massaged again, hands rubbing at her thighs before trailing up her entire torso again: across her firm stomach, up the middle of her chest, over her shoulders and back down, lingering there for a moment to lavish some more attention on her tits, before trailing back and settling on the inside of her thighs just shy of her pussy. He rubbed intently with both thumbs, just outside her lips and posed the question, "may I?"