Mike and Janet were always pretty close friends of ours. About a year ago, they divorced, and Janet moved out of state. My wife, Candy and I stayed friends with Mike, helping him through.
We were headed to the beach one morning this past summer and invited Mike along. As always, he was happy to hang out with us.
We arrived at the beach rather early in the day. It was a weekday, and the parking lot was mostly empty, allowing us to park right up front by the edge of the sand.
After setting up our sparse gear, a blanket, umbrella, cooler and folding chair for me, we plopped down to enjoy the day. Mike hadn't brought anything to sit on, preferring to squat directly in the sand.
Pulling three beers from the cooler, I passed them around and we chatted, passing the time like old friends do.
Finally, after a bit, Mike announced he was going for dip. Rising, he stripped off his t-shirt, revealing a tanned, hard muscular body.
"Wow Mike," Candy commented, turning her head in his direction, "nice tan."
"Thanks," Mike answered a bit shyly, and then trotted off to the ocean's edge. I noticed Candy watching him.
"He's in pretty good shape," I offered.
Candy nodded. "He sure is," she said, craning a bit and shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.
A moment later, Mike returned...striding up to us with the water from his dip beading across strong looking chest.
I offered him another beer, as he plopped down again next to Candy. Handing the beer to Candy to pass to him, I couldn't help noticing the way her breasts lolled as she twisted. I also noticed it was not lost on Mike, although he was far too polite to ever stare openly.
You have to understand, Candy is a looker...5"1, long, naturally blond hair, and a set of knockers to die for. She'd chosen to wear her red wicked weasel that left ridiculously little to the imagination. I couldn't blame any man for staring.
"So Mike," Candy said, opening the conversation, "where did you get that tan?"
Mike laughed, nearly spitting his beer out. "Well, Jan and I used to spend a lot of time at Rock's," he answered, looking just a bit embarrassed.
"Reaaally?" Candy asked. Leaning on one elbow, she turned her upper body towards Mike...treating him to another loll.
"Isn't that a nude beach honey?" she asked, turning towards me again.
"I think so," I said. I wasn't sure. "Is it Mike?" I asked matter-of-factly.
"Well, yeah, it is," Mike answered. Looking towards the ocean, he drew his legs up and rested his arms on his knees in a somewhat defensive position.
Fascinated, Candy pressed on. "So you and Jan are...were...nudists?"
Candy pulled herself to a sitting position and turned to face him with her back towards me. I could plainly see the top of her butt crack creeping out of her wispy thin bottoms.
Mike cleared his throat. "Well, we were kind of into the lifestyle, yes," he answered, still looking at the ocean.
"Wow," Candy said, "why?"
Turning his towards Candy, he looked surprised for a moment, "why?" he repeated the question.
"Well," he began, "actually, it's freeing."
"Freeing?" Candy was interested. "Freeing how?"
Mike dropped his eyes briefly, scanning Candy's huge, bare cleavage, before looking up again.
"There's nothing more comfortable than being free," he explained, "the total, relaxed feeling of being who you are without any pretenses or need to hide is wonderful."
He smiled.
Candy was silent a moment. I could tell she was processing it. Reaching into the cooler, I handed her another beer to pass to Mike.
"Mike," she said, smiling, "I never knew that you were a nudist, did you honey?" she asked, looking at me briefly.
"Nope," I smiled back.
I was emptying my third beer, and Candy and Mike had about the same each.
Out of the blue, Candy said, "Hey Mike, why don't you get comfortable?"
"Huh?" Mike answered, surprised.
"You know, being a nudist and all, you must be uncomfortable."
"Oh!" Mike laughed understanding, "this isn't a nude beach."
"So?" Candy pressed, looking around. "There's hardly anyone here at all...and the ones who are here are too busy to really notice anyone else."
Glancing behind me, I confirmed what Candy said. There wasn't anyone around us...the nearest people were so far down the beach that I doubted they even knew we existed.
"Besides, Candy continued, placing a hand on Mike muscled thigh in a warm gesture, "you're with friends who care about you...we just want you to be comfortable, right honey?" She turned to me for confirmation.
"Yeah, right," I said smiling.
Candy finished with a smile at Mike, waiting in silence for an answer.
"I don't know," Mike said, glancing around, unsure of himself.
"Aww, it's okay," Candy interrupted, "really, you can be yourself with us, Mike," she smiled again.
Appearing to mull it over for a moment, Mike scanned the beach again. Gathering courage, he said, "Okay, but just for a minute."
Getting to his feet, he glanced around quickly once more, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his swim shorts. I noticed again how incredibly tan and muscular he really was...Candy was staring at him too.
"It's okay honey," she reassured him, "be yourself."
Mike pulled his swim shorts down past his hips, slowly revealing his neatly trimmed pubic hair. As he continued to slide them down to his knees, his enormous cock came into view. Finally, he dropped them to his ankles, and stepped out of them. He bent to pick them, when Candy stuck her hand out.
"I'll hold them for you honey, so they don't get too much sand in them," she smiled.
Handing her his swim shorts, Mike stood for a moment, naked in front of us. I'd never seen him naked before, and was surprised at the size of his cock. It had to be a good eight or nine inches soft, and was just as tanned as the rest of him. The damn thing almost hung to his knees.
Mike was looking away, down the beach, but I noticed Candy's nipples harden under the material of her bikini top.
"There!" she exclaimed happily, "isn't that better?"
Mike was silent.
"Let's all go for a dip," Candy said, fanning herself, "it's sweltering today."
I agreed that was a good idea.
Standing up, Candy's breasts moved heavily, swaying with her movements.
"Imma stay here, "I said, taking a sip from my beer and patting the cooler, "someone's gotta guard the beer."
"Spoiled sport," Candy teased. "C'mon Mike," she said.
Mike stayed put. "I don't know Candy," he said, worried about the people down the beach.
Offering her hand for reassurance, she said "C'mon hun, I'll be with you, nobody's gonna care, really."
Reluctant, Mike took her hand, and they set off together towards the water, side by side. I watched as they went...noticing the stark contrast between them. Candy's creamy-skinned, luscious, bikini-covered ass moved and swayed invitingly as she walked. Mike was stark naked without a single tan line on him.
Glancing towards the parking lot, I saw that it was a bit fuller than it had been on our arrival several hours before, but still, there really wasn't anyone in our vicinity.
As I watched, Candy entered the water first, going into up to her chest. Then, turning to Mike, she waived. He followed, disappearing from the bottom up as the water swallowed his completely naked form.
I don't know exactly how long they were out there, but they got pretty far from shore...until they weren't more than tiny dots really.
