We've driven by Rooster Rock, a popular nude beach lots of times in the Columbia River Gorge. I've always wanted to stop, just to look and to check it out. Just to satisfy my curiosity.
I've read from various sources that gay men frequent a section of this beach. I determined not to let this bother me, and formulated responses to politely decline any offer if this occurred. Recently while travelling alone, I stopped to check it out.
I walked past the clothing optional sign down the hill. Just past a bench to dress, I spied a couple in the bushes. I did feel a sense of relief that a male/female couple was there.
I continued down the trail for quite some time, it is secluded on either side by trees and brush. I saw no one. Finally I gathered up the courage to take off my clothes and stuff them in my backpack.
I wandered along the trail toward the beach, naked and praying that I did not get an erection, because while I was not sexually aroused, it was sexually exciting. Any naturist, who says that sex has nothing to do with being naked and free, is not being totally honest. Being released from the confines of what society deems appropriate is the rush. The ability to walk around totally nude, in front of others and outdoors is an experience I recommend to everyone. It was a freeing experience.
I walked my way to the water where I found at the end of the path, another male and female couple sunbathing in the grass. I stood out of sight as I watched the male caress his female partners back, and then reach between her legs and begin fingering her pussy. The woman parted her legs and allowed her lover to continue to finger her.
My cock swelled in short order as I watched this exhibitionism play out.
He was on his side. His erection was clearly visible. She reached over and stroked him, then turned to face him. She allowed him to continue to finger her as she leaned over and began sucking his cock. She pushed against his hand as she had her first orgasm. With one hand around his balls and one hand around his cock, she sucked and stroked him to the point he let out a nearly inaudible groan.
I stroked my own cock and balls as he pulled out of her mouth and shot a rope of cum across her tits. She answered with her own orgasm, pressing hard against his hand. They lay back down in the grass, leaving me with a raging hard on and on the edge of cumming myself.
I knelt down so that I would be out of sight of anyone, obscured by grass and bushes, and brought myself off to a powerful orgasm, cum shooting feet from my cock and onto the ground. I waited for a few moments to let my erection subside and milked the last of cum from my cock, then continued with my nude tour of the beach.
Across the water on the island, were lots and lots of naked people.
I didn't have the time to walk over to the island, as I was en route to meet someone. I walked out, almost to the sign, more and more comfortable with my nakedness before getting dressed.
On my return trip home, I went back to the beach, and actually took longer this time to strip my clothing, and I made my way to the beach, and onto the beach. There were several couples and a group of college girls, as well as single men walking around.
It was a rush to be naked and free. I stood on the beach facing the river, naked, and called my wife and told her where I was and what had just happened. I told her I wanted her to go with me. She was on the way to meet me at a nearby hotel. She said she'd consider it, but wasn't so sure she could follow through.
I walked nude back through the bushes and grass, following the meandering trail back to the trailhead. I was struck with the strong urge to masturbate. My cock swelled as I walked along. I passed a few people and then ducked into an out of the way clearing obscured by bushes and grass.
I lay back on the soft grass, with my cock erect and exposed and caressed my balls and shaft. The warm sun and breeze felt good against my genitals. I sat up and stroked my cock to an intense orgasm in short order, shooting my load of semen into the grass.
I heard muffled giggling and looked to my left to see a young couple facing me, but in a doggy style position. The young man waved and smiled. The young woman put her head down and her mate began pounding her from behind. I watched as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to make her look at me. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. Her face fixed in concentration, focused on the impending orgasm. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiled slightly and shut her eyes again as her facial expression said it all. She came in waves and her boyfriend pulled out and stood up and shot a load across her back. I excused myself and quickly walked away and let them finish up undisturbed.
My wife and I met at a hotel, and had sex before dinner. I had images of what occurred on the beach in my head and shared them with her. She told me she'd go, but was still not so sure. I could tell she was intrigued. We woke up early and had fantastic sex again. I think both she and I thought that it might make the urge to have sex on the nude beach diminish. (I actually knew it wouldn't).
We drove to the beach and walked down to the island. I took off all my clothes and walked naked along the beach. There was hardly anyone there, which made her more comfortable.
I had scoped out a secluded spot in the sand, and out of the morning wind, and she finally took off all her clothes.
She was self-conscious at first, but then slowly relaxed. I took a few pictures of her, but she wasn't into it so much. After a bit she relaxed some more. No one could see us unless they walked right up to us. She began to get more comfortable.
The beach began to heat up as the sun broke through the clouds. She lay back and enjoyed the sun. Several naked men walked by our spot, watching my wife, but trying to look like they weren't looking. She had her eyes shut and did not know they were there. She rolled to her back and I repeated the same moves as I had seen from the male half of the couple the previous day.
