NOTES: Though there are schoolgirl characters in this story, it is clearly demonstrated within the text that they are both eighteen-years-old. There is no actual male/female sexual activity in this story. Parts of this story actually happened.
It was a scorching hot summer's day in Sydney, Australia. I was at a small bay located around the corner from one of the city's many popular beaches.
The bay was small and picturesque, with a tiny strip of sand, and high cliff walls and walkways on either side.
A mixture of natural boulders and rock platforms stretched out toward a headland on the southern side and the walkway to a neighbouring beach on the northern side. A path ran past the bay which was very popular with locals and tourists.
The bay itself was frequented by sunbathers, swimmers and divers. But if you followed the rocks further along on either side, which became increasingly difficult to access as they went along, there were many nice secluded spots.
In fact, the bay was an unofficial nude area in the 1970s and 1980s, but the growing popularity of this part of Sydney had changed all that.
Now it was jam-packed with young hipsters and tourists. Due to the bay's many secluded spots, however, you would still see the occasional person enjoying the sun sans swimsuit or taking a dip au naturale further down the rocks toward the headland, far away from the crowds.
I was sometimes one of these dare-to-bare bay-goers myself. I was in extremely good shape from the preparatory jogging, swimming, shadow boxing and intense gym sessions that I'd done through the cooler winter months.
My rig was well and truly summer-ready. I was keen to show it off too. I was 6"2 tall, lean, tanned and very muscular.
My abs were like chiselled granite, my hair-free torso was cut down in an impressive V-shape, my legs were rock-hard, and my biceps bulged through my shirt sleeves.
My biceps, however, weren't the only thing that bulged. I was thankfully blessed with a very large, extremely thick, uncircumcised cock that made me quite the sight in my skimpy Speedo swimsuit.
I looked good, and I knew it. I worked hard for it, and I absolutely loved it when women checked me out at the beach.
It was a massive turn-on. I have no hesitation in admitting to being a major narcissist and an exhibitionist too...though a good natured one at least.
I have always liked getting my clothing off for women, an urge which was triggered by a gear-shifting sexual experience in my teenage years.
My interest in showing off my body, however, had really increased in the last few months.
A mind-blowing erotic outdoor encounter with four Russian women the previous winter had really flipped my exhibitionist switch in a big way. I loved to think about being completely nude while women ogled me.
But I was never one for running around the streets in an overcoat flashing at any woman that walked past. If I ever saw signs of interest and the timing was right, however, I'd put on a very good show, but only for groups of two women or more.
I rarely got raunchy in front of women on their own, unless it was a sly little show on a public beach where they wouldn't feel threatened or intimidated.
I didn't want to frighten anyone or get myself in trouble with the police. As exhibitionists go, I liked to consider myself a decidedly polite one.
If I'd catch a group of women enjoying my physique at the beach, I'd flex my abs and biceps for them, and bend over to give them a glimpse of my toned and muscled butt.
I wanted as much female attention as possible, so I'd punished myself in the gym through winter with intensive work-outs and weight lifting. As a result, my body was shredded, jacked, and near-perfect.
At this small, partially secluded bay, I'd had a lot of fun over the past couple of months since moving to the area.
As the bay wasn't patrolled by lifeguards, and there were many hidden spots, I often pushed the boundaries a little.
If I spotted a group of women on the rocks away from the crowds, I'd park my gear near them, and wait to see if they showed any interest.
If they looked openly at me -- if they copped a perve, as we say in Australia -- pointed at me, or took photos (which happened a lot more than you might think), it was pretty much game on.
I'd quickly developed a bunch of cheeky moves in my show-it-off trick bag over the past few months.
I "accidentally" let my towel drop while changing into my Speedos from my underwear underneath it to generously provide a good look at my butt.
I'd swim and then remove my Speedos while towelling off, giving my audience a look at most of my near-perfect body while teasingly keeping my package hidden behind the towel.
I often went a bit further and "accidentally" let my uncoiled viper slip out of the side of my Speedos while sunning myself on the rocks.
And occasionally, if the women were clearly into it and there seemed to be no chance of causing offence or prompting a call to the cops, I would go all the way and just take everything off.
As the often sexy young women stole glances -- but usually just openly stared -- I strutted around nude, slathered sunscreen all over myself (with liberal attention paid to my schlong, of course), or stretched out my rippling muscles enticingly.
Alternatively, I just casually lounged on the rocks with my massive dick hanging out for them to clearly see and enjoy.
This little bay had given me quite a few tawdry thrills, and had also provided much enjoyment for the women of Sydney who were there at the right time.
I had also cheekily entertained a few sunbathing international tourists too, who took particular delight in seeing a strapping young Aussie bloke without the benefit of his Speedos.
Apart from the odd cat-call, whistle, sleazy comment ("Nice cock, mate," I'd heard a couple of times) or request for a sneaky photo, my nude cavorting never resulted in any real sexual payoff.
Women liked to look, but they didn't often take things further. This day, however, turned out to be very, very interesting...and very enjoyable.
I walked past the crowds on the rock platforms closest to the sand, and kept pushing optimistically toward the headland, hoping to find some women around.
I crossed a water-covered gap in the rocks, which stopped most sunbathers from continuing because you could get wet if you didn't know what you were doing. This was where the crowds stopped and the fun would often begin.
I kept going, and eventually hopped over some tall rocks, which provided a natural visual barrier from the larger crowds closer to the beach. My heart jumped as I looked down. There on the other side were two very attractive young girls.
