(All characters depicted are above the age of 18)
It was a beautiful summer day. Waking up to the chirping of birds, the warm rolling breezes, and the sweet smell of flowers was simply magical. I got up from my messy bed and ran to my closet. I had big plans today. I pulled out a cute yellow sundress and my two-piece blue swimsuit. I took the clothes to my bathroom and hopped into the shower.
My name is Serra and I'm a rather normal gal. I stand at an average height with a nice head of long blonde hair. I work out, keeping myself healthy. My long, toned legs shoot out of my wide waist. I started the water, feeling the warm liquid run down my body. I grabbed my loofa and my fruity-smelling wash and ran it over my tanned skin. I lathered the soap up and ran it across my arms, my legs, up my slim stomach, and over my melon-sized breast. I felt a small tinge as I ran the rough loofah over my small pale nipple. The thought of where I was going, and what I was doing today, sent shivers through my spine as I ran the fruity-smelling soap over myself.
I rinsed the suds off and stepped out of the shower and dried off with a nearby towel I had prepared. After drying off I put on my bathing suit. It was a two-piece made of simple blue pastel cloth. I threw the yellow sundress over it and adjusted it until it looked good, showing off my curves and even a small amount of my cleavage. I put on my simple flip-flops and grabbed my keys. I hopped into my car and started it.
I lived in a beach town, I was not even five minutes from the normal beach. but I wasn't going to the normal beach. Only a few people know about a secret beach on the north end, and even fewer go to it. I learned about it almost a year ago, and I try to go at least once a month to relax from work. From what I learned, the people who own the beach have a rigorous selection process. What the process is, no one knows.
The drive was easy enough as I pulled into a dirt path surrounded by trees and kept driving until I found the clearing of the parking lot. There were more cars than normal today. I pulled into a spot. I reached back and grabbed my beach bag. I left my vehicle and began walking towards the opening to the beach. The path to the beach led to several cloth, multi-colored tents with openings on either side. I saw a few people going in and I followed suit.
I stepped into the pink one towards the middle. The changing tents served a good purpose. Inside was a sign, three bags, a mirror, and a small metal cabinet with a handle on its side. I set my bag on a wooden bench. I began undressing, taking off my yellow sundress, after that, I unclasped my swimsuit top and put it in the bag along with my bottoms.
The sign above me had a good amount of text on it, basic rules, no littering, don't be too loud, respect your fellow guest, all the normal stuff. After that, it had 'special' rules.
This is a nude beach, while not required, it is encouraged to be naked while here.
This is a free-use beach, before entering you MUST take one of the bands from the bags below, each color indicating your status. Red means no-go. Blue means you should ask, and pink means youre fully open to any contact, sexual or otherwise
Consent is king!
If you are female, please take one of the pills provided in the dispensary behind you, for your protection.
If male, please use a condom if asked, condoms are provided for free at the bar.
Have fun, swim, fuck and feast to your heart's content.
And at the bottom, was a disclaimer protecting the owners of this beach from any legal action from accidents involving their property.
It wasn't my first rodeo. I grabbed a Pink bracelet from the bag and pulled the handle on the metal box. After a moment, a small package fell into the dip at the bottom. I took the package and opened it, inside was a small white pill. I popped it into my mouth and swallowed it. It wasn't anything malicious, just simple birth control that lasted 48 hours.
I slipped my bracelet on and walked out of the other side of the changing room. The bright beaming sun hit my eyes hard. My bare feet dug into the soft, warm sand. I kept walking forward until I reached the crest of the dune in front of me. Set out before me, was an erotic scene. There were about two or three dozen people on the beach.
Just from what I could see, there were at least five or six couples going at it. In the shade, there was a whole orgy of eight or nine people all tied together in a sexual blob of gyrating bodies and erotic fluids. I loved this place.
In the middle of the small cove was the bar/restaurant. It was a building made to look like a tropical bungalow. There was a buffet inside along with an open bar. I walked down to the beach passing by people relaxing nude for the most part, blue and red bands adorned. One couple, both blue bands. A woman was bouncing up and down on the man as her loud moans permeated the air around them.
