1. The Beach
The free beach isn't as sexy a place as people think it is, Derek concluded reluctantly as he arrived. He realized that people are nude because it's a beach, not because they're preparing for sex; a bunch of teenage girls daring each other wearing tiny bikinis are sexier than this nudity. At least their tight bras and low-riding bottoms draw attention to their sexy bits. Here everybody was the same, he observed as he quickly stripped, rolled up his clothes and looked around. Most of the people there weren't gorgeous model types. Some were old, some young, some overweight, more than half were male. Most of the women at the beach were obviously attached. There are unwritten rules about northern California's free beaches; the county sheriffs won't interfere if the beachgoers aren't overtly sexual.
In that awkward 'between girlfriends' state, Derek knew that his relationships foundered on his preference for sex with others present. He didn't think it was a perversion, but apparently other people disagreed. So here he was, a graduate student in his mid-twenties without a relationship. At least he could see some live naked women here.
Derek made the best of his eight-mile bike trip out from town, spotting an attractive blonde with a pixyish look, her age hard to gauge in the harsh sun. He unrolled his towel near her and reclined where he could get a good view. Lying on her stomach, this woman had a lovely round ass, long legs, and tantalizing breasts that bulged out from her graceful frame. Her boyfriend (husband? acquaintance?) was rubbing suntan lotion on her upper back, which she obviously liked, while she held up her long hair.
Not wanting to offend this lovely creature, Derek pretended to snooze, but peeked when he thought she wasn't looking. He marveled at her form; gracefully attractive legs are in principle about as utilitarian as you can get, locomotion devices all muscle and sinew, skin and bone. Yet - they were still beautiful.
It got better when the object of his attention flipped over on her back, stretched her arms over her head and exposed magnificent breasts, large and well-defined, wobbling tantalizingly as she made herself comfortable. Her nipples were retracted but were surrounded by a generous patch of deeply pigmented sexual skin. When she turned her head in his direction, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to snooze again, but he needed to adjust himself against the warm sand, glad that he was reclining on his stomach. For a while Derek, the naked object of his fantasy, and her boyfriend relaxed in the sand, not moving much. The surf crashed with its slow rhythm in the background. A naked fat man and his naked fat wife walked between them.
Derek was sneaking a peek when his blonde turned toward her boyfriend to exchange a few words. The boyfriend stood up, his dingle dangling, and walked right over to Derek, who in a panic knew that he had been discovered; he would be embarrassed, the large and healthy boyfriend would kick sand in his face and he would have to leave, red-faced and disgraced. But the boyfriend, standing over a Derek who was trying desperately to look as inconspicuous as possible without moving much, offered a friendly word. To Derek's astonishment he invited the boy to move his towel closer to them!
Derek accepted enthusiastically, then realized his genital condition and promised to move over in a few minutes. He carefully studied the geology of the cliffs behind the beach, then when it was safe he casually collected his towel and clothes to move about two body-lengths from the blonde. She turned onto her side to face Derek, her breasts trembling, showing a generous triangle of dark-blonde pubic hair. Her nipples began magically to unfold, as she spoke in a soft lilting voice.
"Not there - come closer, I don't mind, my name's Carol, this is Ben. We come here occasionally - you could probably figure that out from our suntans," she laughed.
"Um, hi, I'm Derek, I didn't mean to bother you, I'm a student at the university and I..."
"Don't be shy," she interrupted. "I like it when you look at me. Most of the guys here are total jerks, they leer and make rude gestures or they're gay. You seem to appreciate my body, but you're discreet. There aren't many places where a woman can show off her whole body to strange men and not get arrested or raped. Here it's safe. I can give you a good look but you can't touch."
Carol casually brushed her breasts, as though sweeping some sand from them, but it was obvious to Derek that she was doing it to show him how soft and heavy they were.
"You like that, don't you?"
"I admit it, I do, you're beautiful. And your attitude is as beautiful as your body."
Carol propped her head up on one hand and played absently with the curls at the upper corner of her pubic triangle with the other.
"Derek, I'm facing you, you can tell from my nipples how much I like this. Turn on your side and show me your body. I love to see young cocks."
Derek hesitated.
"Don't worry," Carol admonished with a smile, "I know you have a stiffie from looking at my body."
He couldn't believe how frank this woman was, but he turned, revealing a large semi-erect member, something that's not supposed to happen at the free beach. Close up, he noticed some subtle freckles on the upper side of her breasts, and goose bumps. Her nipples were erect now, like pink marbles in a sea of dark-red flesh, wobbling and vibrating as she moved. Staring, he could almost taste them.
"I can see where this is going," Ben unexpectedly broke in. Derek expected the worst again, but Ben continued, "I think it would be better if we continued this at our house in town."
"I'd love to join you," Derek replied, "But I came here on my bike."
Ben laughed, "No problem. We have a pick-up. We can just throw it in the back." All pickups ride around empty most of the time.
The three naked beachgoers picked up their things and walked toward the rocky point that marks the boundary of the free beach. Just before the point they passed three slim college girls, lying naked on their backs with their feet almost in the narrow passage. Derek recognized them from one of his classes, all in their second year. They didn't say anything, but their posture told Derek's active imagination that they were displaying themselves, enjoying the feeling of being a little naughty. But just a little.
Carol ran to catch up with Derek and Ben; she made sure that her arm brushed Derek's. At the point they put on their clothes, just shorts and a t-shirt for the men but for Carol a short wrap-around skirt that extended from her hips to mid-thigh, no panties, and a fairly sheer tube top. She mentioned that she likes tube tops because it's so easy to lower them. Derek said nothing, but concluded that the sexy creature was more than just a free-beach buff - she was seriously into showing her body.
Carol sat between the two men on the bench seat of the old truck as they drove off, Derek's bike bouncing in the back and Carol's boobs bouncing in the front. Once they were on the highway Ben put a hand on Carol's inner thigh; she spread her legs just a bit and moved Derek's hand to the other thigh. It was surprisingly soft on her well-toned body. He couldn't resist gently squeezing it. "I don't know what I did to be so lucky," he murmured.
Carol reassured him, "Don't worry, it's fate. Sometimes shitty things happen, sometimes great things. I think today is going to be great. Ben loves to display me and I love to be displayed."
