I had butterflies in my stomach as we pulled into the parking lot of the nudie beach we'd seen the day before from the highway. We'd spent the evening touching each other and sharing fantasies about what we planned to do to each other in the sunlight today, and now was the moment of truth.
I stepped out of the car, and I could feel my legs tingling in anticipation of what we were about to explore. It was a warm sunny day with a gentle breeze, and I was already plenty excited from our foreplay at breakfast, recalling stories from the night before.
I let you lead the way as we worked our way across the sand in between all the naked bodies around us. Your shoulder-length blond hair swished back and forth as your long legs made quick work of finding the right place to settle down. I loved how long and lean your body was.
On the ride over, you told me typically they were just a bunch of naked guys lying around, well, mostly lying around. You'd also shared stories of watching guys stroking themselves there on the sand. A few times, they'd touched themselves in between furtive glimpses at your bare breasts. Other times, they'd climaxed staring openly at you as you lay on your back, knees open to allow the sun to tan your labia.
Looking around, there were more couples than I had anticipated, and not one of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. It was easy to tell who were the veteran nudists and who, like me, were relatively new to the scene. I loved seeing all the different bodies around us and couldn't wait to get naked along with them.
You found a spot, somewhat secluded, but not completely out of sight of folks around us, and spread out our oversized towel. It was the moment of truth, and as I stepped out of my clothes, I looked around to see who was watching your nakedness revealed in all its splendor. You were definitely proud of your body, especially the boob job you'd gotten a few years back to give you a pair of mouth-watering 34Ds. I never tired watching you peel your top off to reveal your eraser-sized nipples. They always seemed hard when freed of their confines, and I loved the way they poked out, inviting a tug, lick or suck.
I tucked my swimmers away, and I could feel the blood starting to flow between my legs. My body's reaction was not alone. I looked out to see several other pairs of eyes scanning you up and down, and their bodies were similarly affected as mine. You untied the drawstring of your shorts and let them fall to the sand, revealing a pencil-width landing strip of dirty blonde hair and stood, hands on hips, surveying the crowd around us. I could swear you made eye contact with everyone you caught looking, especially lingering on the couple sunning on their own towel not too far behind us.
You reached into the bag to retrieve the sunscreen and I watched as you languidly applied the white lotion to your body. Starting with squirts on your shoulders, then rubbing it onto your breasts and finally over your tummy and your legs. You were equal parts utilitarian and entertainer as you touched yourself all over, paying close attention to those parts of your body normally covered by your bikini.
You were putting on quite the show, and I loved it as the front row of your audience.
I was just about to bite into the bar of chocolate I brought with me when you asked if I'd like some sunscreen myself. "Of course," I said, and you asked me to lie on my back and enjoy. I leaned back on my towel to submit to your touches, and my cock grew hard in anticipation.
As the chocolate melted in my mouth, I could feel you rubbing the sunscreen on my arms and my chest in long, languid strokes. No inch of skin went untouched by your fingers and palms as you spread the lotion on me.
When you paused, I cracked my eyes open to see you sitting back on your haunches, squeezing more lotion onto your hand held nipple-high in front of you. Again, you were showing off, and then I caught sight of the couple behind you, staring at us and obviously enjoying the show.
You put the lotion bottle down and rubbed your hands together before leaning over to apply lotion to both my things simultaneously. I could feel your strokes kneading my muscles from knee to hip and back again, each pass getting closer to my crotch. My cock was obscenely stiff, sticking straight up and eagerly awaiting your touch, any touch from your hand, your forearm, your breast, your nipple. Anything. I needed the release.
Glancing at the couple, I could see I wasn't the only one hard about this. The man was obviously excited both at the show you were putting on as well as the tender touches his red-haired companion was giving his shaft and balls. He was on his side, facing us, propped up on an elbow and staring directly at us. His girl was behind him, pressing her pert little breasts into his back and whispering in his ear as she played with his cock, pointing it straight at us. I knew they were both getting an amazing view of your shaved pussy and asshole, and I wondered if you were already wet at the scene, knowing how much you loved to tease any audience.
As you sat back again to get more lotion on your hands I lifted my head to ask that you please make sure my penis didn't get burned by putting plenty of lotion on it. Your eyes sparkled as you confirmed that was what was getting attention next.
"You know you're driving that couple behind you wild, don't you?" I asked as you again leaned forward to touch me.
