We had been walking for about 30 minutes when we saw our first nudist. It was a lovely summer morning and as we walked away from the town of Zandvoort, the number of people on the beach reduced. We then saw the sign that advised visitors that they were likely to see naked people after this point; we smiled at each other realising that we'd found the place we were looking for. My girlfriend Saskia and I had been to naked spas around our home city of Amsterdam many times, but this was the first time we'd ventured out to be naked in public.
We both have exhibitionist tendencies, and during our love making had fantasised about going to a swingers club. We both liked the idea of being watched when we were fucking and wandered what it would be like to watch others. But because of corona, the clubs were closed, so we decided a day at the beach might be fun.
We walked on further, past a few beach pavilions and some kite surfers before deciding to find a place to settle. I was drawn to the dunes beside the beach, telling Saskia that it would be out of the wind. Although the forecast was for a hot day, there was still a chilly wind off the North Sea. I also hoped that a little more privacy might mean we end up getting frisky, but had omitted to provide that additional explanation to Saskia. I was also desperate to pee and had been since we left Amsterdam. This provided a point of focus to find somewhere to quickly to allow me to take a swim and relieve myself.
As we walked, we saw the beginnings of low grassy sand dune that stretched for a couple of hundred metres or so rising up from the beach. Behind it and stretching endlessly in each direction were some much higher dunes that rose skywards and inland. These sand dunes ran the length of the Dutch coast. As an important part of the flood defences of the country, they were fenced off to ensure that they couldn't be eroded by too many visitors, and were a feature of the Dutch costal landscape.
"Any ideas, Nicky?", Saskia asked me as we looked for a likely spot.
"Maybe the best thing to do is to walk in there?" I suggested, pointing at the low sand dune. "We could stroll along the top till we find somewhere we like?" I pointed to an obvious path that led to the start of the sand ridge.
She agreed so we walked upwards, our bare feet making squeaking noises as we pressed our toes into the sand to aid our ascent. As we got to the top, we surveyed our surroundings and noticed lots of little hidey holes amongst the grasses. This, I thought, was exactly where we needed to be.
"What do you recon?" I asked.
"Over there, a bit further?" replied Saskia, pointing into the middle of the low dune area.
"Yeah, makes sense," I replied, hoping and praying that today would be a day to remember.
We walked down into a little sand valley, looking for a good spot. As we walked we saw some naked bodies, a sight which relaxed me into realising that we were in the right area and also emboldened me to get naked as soon as I could.
The first clearing in the grass had a couple in it. They were sat up and snacking on drinks and nibbles. He was built, if a little chubby and slightly older than his girlfriend. She, on the other hand, was quite beautiful. Probably in her early 20's she had a gym toned-body and pert breasts. The chill of the morning breeze left her nipples invitingly hard. She was sitting cross-legged on their picnic blanket, leaning back on one arm as she sipped. I could see that she was hairless, and the way she was seated left nothing to the imagination.
She smiled as we passed, calling a friendly "Goedemorgen" to us. The rolled, guttural 'g's and the silent 'd' in her greeting told me that they were 'echt' or 'real' Amsterdammers. Although Dutch was my second language, I had lived in the country long enough to be able to pick out city-dwellers and had myself deliberately curated a coarse inner-city drawl.
Saskia stuck up a conversation with the woman, who I later found out to be called Femke, replying with a friendly "Prachtige dag, hoor?". I grinned: as a southerner, Saskia's soft g's contrasted starkly with Femke's who sounded like she was clearing particularly troublesome phlegm from her throat every time she opened her mouth.
I smiled as they chatted but was weighed down with a backpack full of provisions and a bladder that was fit to burst. Having introduced myself, I said I needed to go pee. Femke giggled, as Jan replied to my comment, "As long as you don't pee on me, you can go anywhere", he said, waving his hands around indiscriminately.
"Well, Nicky," said Saskia, "maybe not anywhere. I mean, I am sure that Femke would object if she saw your dick when you were peeing." Saskia was laughing as she said this, and followed on by saying, "wouldn't you Femke?"
Femke smiled and said nothing. By now they had switched to English to help me out, but it was clear that the pause in conversation had nothing to do with any language barrier; Femke had a little twinkle in her eye and Jan was smiling a cheeky grin.
I left them laughing as I walked off, telling Saskia I was planning to find a place for us to lie before coming back. I could hear the girls chatting away in Dutch as I walked on. The next little clearing had a single guy in it. He was down low just off the crest of the dune, so was positioned very close to where I was walking. He was lying naked on a large rainbow coloured beach towel and was fisting his hard cock quite openly. I felt a little surprised at what I saw; my British upbringing meant that sometimes I struggled a little with the openness of Dutch society.
I have to admit to being a little fascinated, so paused a little to check him out. He had a great body -- lean muscles and a strong frame. I was guessing that he must be close to 2m tall, and he was clearly a committed nudist since there wasn't a hint of a tan line on his body. The other thing that made me stop was his cock. Although hetro, I admire good looking cocks. I invariably watch porn where there are several guys involved in the action and get turned on watching nice thick veiny cocks being sucked, wanked and played with. Another fantasy that Saskia and I play out when we're intimate is frottage, where she sucks and wanks me and another guy at the same time. She gets off on the idea of me and another guy lying on our backs, legs interlocked and cocks touching so she can suck us both before mounting both of us. She comes hard, groaning like a whore as she imagines her being penetrated by two cocks at the same time.
I could feel my cock start to tent my shorts as I imagined me and this guy being serviced by Saskia. I had gone out without briefs, on the basis that they weren't needed on a naked beach. Saskia noticed this on the train from Amsterdam and had cheekily slid her hand up the leg of my shorts to rub me. In fact, this was why I needed to pee so badly, she was pleasuring me so nicely, it distracted me from my need to take a leak.
I felt myself wondering what it would be like to watch Saskia pleasure this guy. He was masturbating himself with one fist on top of the other, and despite having big hands, there was a good 5cm of cock sticking out, suggesting dick that was extra-large.
As I was about to walk off, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. Rather than being embarrassed that he'd been caught wanking, he looked down at his cock, licking his lips whilst continuing to play with himself. I wasn't sure what to do -- whether to watch or walk off. I looked back, wondering where Saskia was, but she was nowhere to be seen. My need to pee overwhelmed any other option, so I smiled and walked on, thinking that maybe Saskia and I could return later to see if he was into some fun.
About 10m further on, I found what looked like the perfect place. It was up a little from the path and was big enough for two people. It was also out the wind and was bathed in sunlight. I dropped our stuff and decided to strip naked before finding somewhere to pee. Throwing the picknick blanket open, I tossed down the backpack and threw my shoes and socks down before pulling off my T-shirt and shorts. I looked down, glad that the nascent erection had subsided, but smiled at the fact that my cock still looked pleasingly long.
I took a few short steps across the dune, expecting to find a quiet space on the other side to relieve myself. What I actually saw was something completely different. Less than 3 or 4m in front of me was a couple going at it. He was lying flat on the ground and she was sitting on top of him, reverse cowgirl, grinding her pussy into his face. He was clearly enjoying being dominated by her. She had pinned his arms down with her legs and was using him like a sex toy, masturbating herself against his mouth and moaning with pleasure. Although his dick was rock hard, it was being ignored. She alternated between pinching her nipples and reaching round to force his head hard between her legs.
I sat down quickly so that I could get a good look, wondering whether I could ride my luck and watch for a while without being noticed. I found myself rubbing my cock as I spied on them, feeling myself swell and grow as I enjoyed the show. I was also caught between my horniness and my need to pee, but also knowing that it's impossible to take a leak with a hard on. In the end I focussed on the couple, running my hand freely over my hairless cock and balls as they fornicated.
She then sat up and shuffled forward, still in reverse cowgirl, readying herself to mount his dick. As she changed her position, something caught her eye. I followed her gaze and saw a guy watching the two of them whilst he fisted himself. She smiled and waved, before grabbing her boyfriend's cock and lifting her body up to mount him. She spat on her hand, slicking up his cock with her spittle before inching his cock head toward her glistening wet labia. I could see her eyes crimp as she sunk onto him. It has to be said that her boyfriend had a pretty small cock -- perhaps only 10cm or so. As she him in, she maintained eye contact with the voyeur, a self-satisfied smile passing her lips as she took him inside her to the hilt and focussed on pleasuring herself by rubbing her clit.
This got me raging, and so I continued to fist myself as I watched, cursing my full bladder for distracting me. I was then aware of someone beside me, and then saw that the guy who had been fisting himself earlier on the rainbow towel. He sat right next to me and smiled cheekily.
