Chapter 22 - Return to Blacks
I awoke on the next day (Friday) and contemplated my options for the day. I looked at the weather, a small part of me hoping that the weather forecast was going to be full of rain, clouds or at least coastal fog. But it was showing sunny and hot all day. At least I was going to be able to work on my all over tan and get more comfortable with being naked at the beach. I had errands to run but nothing that couldn't wait. I was already noticing the white bits fading from the tanning I got last weekend. I packed a bag with plenty of water, sunscreen, a classic car magazine, the latest Jack Reacher paperback and stopped off for a Subway turkey ham foot-long for lunch on the way. I walked the trail again and thought to whether I would see Grace and Brittney or JC and Pip when I got there. I also guessed that being a Friday it would be quieter than the weekend. I parked up, collected my bag of stuff and after negotiating the downwards trail I eventually got to the little valley that told me I was almost at the naturist beach, then I was moving from the path onto the sand and into the naturist area.
As I suspected it was quieter, but still pretty busy in places. The whole beach was scattered with people but I decided to check things out and walked near the waters' edge and along the naturist area before selecting my spot the day. There were a couple of hundred people there, about seventy percent of whom were men. People were scattered about but there were big clusters of people where a naked female or couple lay, a band of onlookers having set themselves up nearby to get a look in. Once I reached the end of the naturist area, another valley in the cliffs creating an easily identifiable marker, and near to where I had met the two women last time. I moved closer to the cliff-face to a higher level on the beach and strolled back to where I had come onto the sand.
I felt like a pervert strolling about fully clothed so decided to stop and setup my little slice of beach in a relatively secluded spot but not so far from others that I felt alone. I laid out the yoga mat I had stolen from Penny's gym bag, put a thick towel over and began to strip off. I felt like every man woman and seabird was watching me undress again, but in reality there were just a few curious glances. I got down to my shorts and socks then sat down to remove them, having not bothered with any underwear today.
I pulled off my socks, then I took a deep breath and slid my shorts down and off, swinging my buttocks off the ground one at a time to facilitate it. I pulled up my knees involuntarily to hide my groin and stuffed my clothes into my bag, rolling up my other towel to use like a pillow. I took out my sunscreen and viewed up the people around me as I applied it all over. It somehow felt different to when I had gone naked last time I couldn't nail down quite how, the weekday vibe felt less diverse.
I realised I was going to have a problem adding sunscreen to my back. Pip had done it last time and it never occurred to me about doing again, but I reckon I made a good job of it, preying I didn't miss any, contorting my back and arms to a point where I must have not missed any. Had I not been naked I would likely have found a nearby person to assist as I've often done that on a regular beach, but this environment still had me guarded and I was worried. I guessed that if I asked a man he'd think it was a come on and that I was gay; whereas if I chose a woman she'd think I was just some kind of sex pervert. Where was a kindly middle-age woman when you needed one.
I rolled onto my front, shifted a couple of larger creases from my towel to make it comfy and reached for my classic car magazine. It was only 11am but the sun was high and at a perfect temperature in the mid to high 70's. As the time flew by the beach began to get busier, more people came and soon people were setting up right close to where I was. On my left a couple, she a petite Asian girl with perky tits who was wearing a very figure hugging white one-piece swimsuit, he a large black man in board-shorts, his shaved head glistening in the bright sunshine and his large mirrored sunglasses casting flickers every time his head turned in my direction.
Behind me, but ahead of me to where I was looking due to being on my front, was a muscular man who I guessed to be about 50, but who clearly went to the gym. He would stand up and walk up and down the beach showing off his all over tan and large swinging dick. You could tell he was a regular as every now and then he'd stop and chat to some guy then continue his strutting.
Then I heard the crunch of feet on dry crusted sand to my right and I could tell people were setting themselves up. "Here's a nice flat spot and exactly halfway between the cliff and the sea." It was a female voice and I looked over. There were two young women both with their backs to me; one quite tall (for a girl) with long legs on show, tight denim shorts, lean athletic body, white T-shirt and large rucksack full of stuff. Her short blonde hair looked natural but it was hard to tell as she wore a baseball cap. The other girl was shorter, long red hair and was already wearing a modest bright red bikini; ample breasts curving out either side of her body as she moved. I was staring and so adjusted my sunglasses so that I could watch them strip off out of the corner of my eye yet be less obvious.
The girls were talking but I could only hear the occasional words because the sea against the beach and a light breeze was making it hard to eavesdrop. They seemed to be taking forever and I could see many of the other single men on the beach were looking, also hoping to watch them strip off and expose their naked flesh. I looked over to my left and watched the couple there stand up and slowly wonder towards me, he was clearly watching the girls on my right. Once a few feet away he said hello and asked if I was going to be here a while, was I local, had I tried the water etc. We chatted as his lady friend just smiled and looked on. I kept taking quick glances at her dark nipples, their perky outline visible enough her tight suit. Her breasts were small; just big enough create an overlap on the underside, her light brown skin flawless. I hoped my sunglasses hid my eyes from this blatant ogling. Once he had gauged me he asked me if I would watch their stuff whilst they went for a swim in the sea. I happily obliged, they both thanked me and they strolled down to the water hand in hand; her pert buttocks were womanly but barely moving as she walked. In my head I shouted at them. "THIS IS A NUDE BEACH PEOPLE... GET NAKED!"
Once they were beyond where I could see without turning around I looked back over to my right where Donna and Nikki were finishing off laying out their beach mats and towels... I did a double take... Donna and Nikki were girls I knew, girls I'd been friends with in college and been 'friended', girls I'd flirted with, girls who were still in their clothes, though now Nikki was out of her shorts and T-shirt and wearing an equally modest pink and grey camo pattern bikini. I flicked my head away hoping they wouldn't spot me, here, naked, exposed.
My first thought was that this was no coincidence, that Mary-Anne had called them up and suggested they come and seek me out; or worse, that there was stuff about me all over social media and the entire female year from college was out see my penis. I then realised that it was a stupid thought and that there was no way Mary-Anne would know I was here.
A bit of background here. Donna, the busty red-head and Nikki the tall athletic (San Diego County swimmer) were best friends since they could remember. Everybody knew that where one was the other wouldn't be far behind. They both lived near me growing up and I saw them regularly through College but we'd not kept in touch since I left UCSD. Both were popular, confident and had reputations as cock teases. Nikki was well known for entering the boys changing rooms at swim meets to sneak a peek at the male swimmers in the showers, something that she did often but for which nobody ever complained to staff about; but the one time a guy from her team did the opposite Nikki had reportedly complained and he got in big trouble, nearly getting kicked out of college!
I had many classes with Donna as we both were doing similar majors in engineering, though she specialised in the aerospace side. Nikki I knew was doing something in visual arts but I only knew her through Donna. I recall they were nice enough to me but knew I wasn't confident and would play to that, often getting me to dutifully do the lions' share of work in extra credit activities. Such as the concept plan 'we' did to create a flying car. It was a big project with 10% of our marks being able to be carried into our majors. I think Donna contributed the name of the vehicle and lollipops to hand out in class during the presentation. All the rest was me. Donna had also dated one of my best friends so I'd see them through him. He used to marvel at her 32D's and how firm they were but how he never had full sex with her as she was making him wait. They broke up before they went all the way.
With my memories caught up I looked over where they were now both stood lathering on sunscreen, particularly Donna whose fair skin probably needed a factor 30 or more. I could see guys watching as Donna and Nikki did each other's backs then sat cross legged on their little bit of beach. I would dart little looks in their direction and could see them just watching the naked people (mostly men) and talking in hushed tones, occasionally munching on grapes and drinking wine from clear plastic cups as they did so. Donna was closest to me and so Nikki was mostly out of my eye-line.
I was desperately trying to avoid them seeing me, hoping that they wouldn't stay long and I could avoid them, or perhaps they would go for a swim and I could move to the other end of the beach away from them. I was praying for them to strip off their bikinis. Every straight man was, but it didn't look like they had any intentions of doing that. I then recalled Nikki's reputation for perving on naked swimmers in the showers and figured she was here for more of the same.
I'd now been on the beach an hour and knew I had to roll over to give my back a break from the relentless sun beating down on it. I was caught in a catch 22. Do I burn or flip over and be visible to Donna who would no doubt recognise me and come to say hi, at which point she'd see me naked. I did tell myself that so many of my peers from college has seen me nude it was possibly no big deal, but Nikki was a girl I has lusted after for 3 long years.
Twice I had to quickly turn my head away from Donna as her head swung slowly this way, her yes hidden behind a pair of designer sunglasses. Donnas' curves looked amazing in that bikini. She was a little bit chubby but always had been and it was a good look for her, it suited her and you would certainly not say she was fat. Her shape was very similar to Jenny's, not only do they have similar body shapes, their hair colour and attitudes, walk and silhouette were also similar. As I looked over her I remembered that in college it wasn't uncommon for them to be mistaken for sisters or even each other.
