It's a small park on a lake, with a small, pebbly beach. The park seems a bit of an anomaly in this very upscale neighborhood in a major US city. But here it is.
Everyone in this park is naked. This is the local nude beach.
You've just hiked down the short trail from the street and are laying out your towel on the grass in the upper portion of the park. The ground here is flat and comfortable, part sun and part shade. There is only one other person in this part of the park. He is a middle-aged man, rather tall, not bad looking. He is laying flat on his back, naked of course, reading a book. A large straw hat is shading his eyes from the sun.
You strip off your clothes and sit down. The man has naturally given you the once-over, and naturally approves. But he seems polite enough, discretely engaged in reading. Not staring, not ogling, semingly not paying you any attention whatever.
You lay back on your towel, completely naked. You may be old, you may be young. You may be tall, short, slender, plump. You may be as hirsute as a bear, or as smooth as a schoolgirl. You may be a regular at this park or it may be your first time here. Perhaps you've gotten an unexpected day off from work and have decided to make the most of it. It's a fantasy, remember.
You're on your back, head slightly elevated. Your legs are outstretched, knees and feet pressed firmly together. You pull out a book and begin to read, but your mind wanders. The cool air on your body feels so good. The patches of warm sunlight that caress you wherever they touch are glorious. You feel naked and free. You feel sexy.
You can't seem to fully relax and concentrate on what you're reading, however. You drop the book and bring your knees to your chest. You wrap your arms around your calves and hold your legs tightly to your body. Then you carefully place your feet back on the ground, several inches apart this time.
You relax your legs and let your knees drift apart. The cool air on your naughty bits feels wonderful. You close your eyes and swing your knees together then back apart, slowly, sensuously, as far as they will go.
Suddenly you realize that you must be giving your neighbor quite a show. Glancing over, you can see that he hasn't moved. Still absorbed in his book, still keeping to himself. The only change from before, in fact, is that he is now sporting an erection.
There's no question about it. His penis has enlarged, lengthened, and is poised above his midsection pointing "due north."
Something about this situation stikes you as humorous, but you manage to stifle a giggle. You know you should feel embarrassed, but you don't. You lay your legs out straight again, though with your feet spread this time, pick up your book again, and try to read. To forget the feelings you are feeling.
You glance again at your neighbor. Still erect. You try to read, can't remember a thing that has passed before your eyes, turn the page back, try again. Glance again. Still hard.
Finally, "You should do something about that," you suggest.
"What...?"
You nod your head in the direction of his crotch and say again, "You should do something about that."
"You... you want me to jack off?" he asks.
Your reply is listless. "Whatever."
He doesn't need any more encouragement than this. His book falls to the ground as he grasps his penis with his right hand. He slowly begins to stroke, angling his organ straight up in the air. He wants you to watch.
You pretend to be engrossed in your book, however, only occasionally peeking over to observe his masturbation.
Finally you ask, casually, "Where are you going to come?"
"I... uh..." And, "Well..."
Then the light goes on in his head. You can almost see it.
"Can I come on your tits?" he asks, incredulously.
Listlessly again, "Whatever."
