When I was in my early 20's as a student, my good friend Kate and I spent a summer backpacking and travelling across Europe by train, staying in hostels and visiting beautiful cities in France, Italy and Greece. My mind sometimes drifts back one particular day that sticks out in that long summer adventure.
We were staying in a coastal town with a long sandy beach that ran for 3 or 4 miles. Our accommodation happened to be at the end of the beach of which a mile or so was reserved for nudists. We both wanted to head to the beach and relax with a book, have a swim and sunbathe but neither of us fancied walking more than a mile up the road under the beating sun to do it. We weren't prudes and having a look from afar it seemed relatively empty and anybody there seemed to be quite old. There were a couple of topless women on the beach who were middle aged and with nothing too intimidating about the place we found a spot on the sand, put down our towels and lay in our bikinis reading and sipping coke.
After a while lying on my front, I unclasped my bikini top to avoid a tan line across my back, I'm quite comfortable sunbathing topless, as was Kate, especially on European beaches and there certainly was no problem with the rules doing it on this one. I'm blessed with large breasts that sit up very perkily despite their size, over my toned stomach, I'm 5' 10" with shoulder length brunette hair. Kate has strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and is a little shorter than me. She saw I'd removed my top and she said with a smile "I guess...When in Rome. an all that" also took off her bikini top revealing her slightly smaller but nicely shaped boobs.
An hour passed as we bathed allowing the hot sun to warm our skin all over, lying front and back on our towels, there were occasional passers-by and the beach got busier as lunchtime passed. Then one passer-by stopped as he passed us, a man who looked in his late sixties, he was wearing nothing except a battered straw hat, he was completely at home stark bollock naked on the beach. His skin was wrinkled and dark reddy brown in colour with what looked like a lifetime in the sun. "Hi, how are you?" he said in broken English but understandable. "Where you from?" we exchanged pleasantries with Kate and I trying desperately not to giggle about the fact that as we were sat upright on the beach talking to a man who's wrinkled cock was at our eye height less than a metre away. He was a local from the town and was telling us some of the history and as interesting as he was, we were hoping that he'd move on soon.
Mid conversation two British boy in board shorts, swinging a cool box, stroll up and say "Hi, you don't have a bottle opener, do you?". There's a mixture of emotions at this point, because they're good-looking guys in a very down to earth way and we both felt a little more conscious of our boobs being on show than we did when the naked older chap arrived. I sat up and picked my knees up to my chest.
The old man realises he's not really a fit for the young crowd and says his goodbyes and walks on. "Thought you might have needed a rescue from that old fella?" Said the one with jet black hair, he was just under 6ft and had noticeably big arm muscles but wasn't ripped across his torso, he was nicely proportioned. "I'm Andy" he said.
"Hi Andy" jumped in Kate with a welcoming tone "I'm Kate, and this is Sarah."
"And this is Joe" continued Andy. Joe had thick sandy coloured hair which had sun bleached blonde, he had a good tan, big calf muscles and looked in sporty shape rather than gym toned, he had a strong cheek bones and blue eyes.
"Where you from?" asked Joe. Kate explained where she was from in Dorset and then I chimed in explaining that I was from near London and telling them that we were uni friends. The boys were in the same boat, gap summer Europe travelling and were from what sounded like a nice coastal place in Norfolk.
"We're staying in some god forsaken hostel, slash hotel, slash convent." said Joe.
You both laugh and say, "what do you mean?". Joe answered "Well it's kind of an old ramshackle stone place that feels like it might come crashing down on us at any moment. The people that run it aren't full blown nuns, but they sort of dress a bit like nuns. They wear a headdress, and they have the Virgin Mary hung up everywhere and they are super strict about no alcohol, no mixed sex dorms or rooms, no drinking or smoking anywhere on the premises or coming home drunk. Oh, and the shower is like a rusty pipe that drips one splash of cold water out about a minute apart."
"Yeah, we've just been for a wash in the sea!" said Andy. Didn't realise we were on a nudist beach until we saw some wrinkly old willies and the oldest minge on earth!" Everybody laughed.
"You guys fancy a beer?"
"Sure, but how you gonna open them without a bottle opener?" Said Kate.
"Easy.... they're cans" said Andy chuckling. "It was the first thing that came into my head when we didn't know if old old wrinkly cock was bothering you!"
Everybody laughed again, and the boys took their cue to sit down and open the cool box.
They handed a short can of lager over, which was almost too cold to hold and chilled my palm in a nice way as the heat of the sun beat down without a cloud in the sky. The cold condensation ran over the back of my hand, and I took it and rubbed it across my forehead, which was refreshing and cooling. The sound of metal tabs cracking into the cans pinged around and the sip of cool fizzy beer went down much better than I'd imagined it would. I took another long swig and carried on chatting to the boys about travel tales, they are easy company and as I relaxed into the conversation I totally forgot about covering my boobs, it was only as I caught either of the boys looking away sharply if I caught them looking, that I remembered, but it was sort of flattering and no harm done, they'd seen all there was to see already and Kate wasn't exactly covering up. Plus, I was secretly hoping that they were checking me out more than her, and they definitely were.
After the second beer I'd started to loosen up around the shoulders. I was enjoying the slightly tipsy feeling in the sun and the beers were so refreshingly crisp on the throat that they started going down quite quickly. A couple of hours passed, and the boys were entertaining and good fun. The searing heat of the day had passed by 3.30 but it was still beautifully hot, and my skin felt tight. I opened the sun cream, dolloped a squirt on my hand and rubbed it into my tight sandy skin, face, arms, legs tummy and as I rubbed the cream into my boobs, I notice the boys struggling to avert their gaze. I say, "Does somebody mind doing my back?" meaning Kate, but maybe secretly hoping one of the boys might offer as I admire their muscular arms and large hands. Mmm a nice rub all over from some strong hands was a nice thought, but now I'd asked out loud the reality of it happening was a little disconcerting and exciting at the same time in my state of undress. Kate offered and I felt a slight pang relief and disappointment.
I returned the favour and then offered the cream to the boys who readily lathered their bodies in it. This time it was my turn for an overly longing glance, Joe was smoothing it all over his chest and down his toned stomach. He wasn't particularly hairy but has a treasure trail running down from his belly button. "Need your backs doing?" I offered "Sure" they both said instantly. I got up and lathered my hands in the cold cream, and start with Andy, his large shoulders were lovely and muscular and I enjoy rubbing them in a massaging type way, before smoothing all around his shoulder blades and muscular back right down the arch and so the tips of my fingers could glide around his skin and touch just inside the back of his shorts and onto the top of his bum.
Maybe it was the beer, but I started to feel I'd like to do that all over his body and I felt a small but noticeable twinge between my legs. I pull my thoughts together quickly and do Joes back and slide around his sides more, getting a good feel of his and abs as I get a little more relaxed about the proximity, I'm in to a guy I've only met that afternoon whilst more than half naked myself!
I go and lie back on my front, with the grainy coarse sand pressing onto my sensitive boobs, and slightly perky nipples, which I feel are best hidden from view in that state but I'm enjoying the eye candy, and the beer is now making me feel quite merry. I'm aware of being wet too and have an urge to grind myself a little on the sand to rub the ache in my clit. I stop myself and those thoughts abruptly, and quickly turn the conversation to rugby.
