Ric and Pauline 3: the Beach

This is Part Three of a series. For part one, see

The Airplane

It was Saturday morning again. Rick was in his little white hybrid car, inching close to the front of a fairly long line at the border.

A week had passed. A busy work week, which was good because Rick was very nervous, and he knew Pauline was too. They had barely talked in the time since the last dare. Rick had tried to start a chat a few times, but it seemed Pauline was busy too. Or maybe she just didn't want to think of the next task.

He picked up his phone and read the message again, just to be sure he remembered it correctly.

DARE: take a photo of yourself fully nude, but with someone else's hands covering you with their hands. Their face doesn't have to be visible, but your face and full body must be fully visible (aside from what's obscured by their hands). The other person can be clothed or nude, a stranger or someone close to you. They can be touching you or not. Send the photo to _____@____.com to receive the next dare.

At first it had looked like Pauline was going to back out and the game would be over, and with it likely their whole connection. She didn't seem so interested in the long-distance friend or lover thing. It was the dares that were keeping them going, but it sounded like this one was too much for Pauline. Honestly Rick wasn't sure he could do it either, but he was determined to see it through if Pauline did.

After almost a full week of barely responding to his messages, Pauline sent one Friday night (Rick's Friday morning) that was short and to the point: "All in, let's do this tomorrow."

Rick hadn't hesitated to respond: "Agreed. All in." Then he spent the rest of the day wondering how to go about it. He was distracted all day and barely got any work done. Finally, he came up with a plan: Canada.

Asking a friend to help him was out of the question. He wasn't ready to have that conversation with anyone he knew. With a quick internet search he learned there were places in the Seattle area where people partook of "nude recreation," but the risk of bumping into someone he knew was too high.

So Canada. There was a nude beach in Vancouver, which was about a three hour drive from Seattle, with a little luck regarding the traffic and border. Which is why he had now spent half an hour in a crawling line of traffic at the border at 9am on a Saturday. All to impress a woman on the other side of the ocean who he might never meet again in person.

Well, maybe not all. Nervousness aside, he was intrigued by the whole situation, and a bit aroused. He still didn't know what was going to happen.

Finally he pulled up to the border booth. "What's the purpose of your visit to Canada?"

"Just going to a nude beach to take some photos of myself for the internet," is what he wanted to say. He wondered if that would make the hard-looking officer woman break a smile. Instead, he kept it simple. "Just visiting for the day."

Soon enough he was past the border and back on the freeway. Only about an hour left to go. He used voice activation to call Pauline. Rick's job involved business across the border often enough that his company had provided him with an excellent roaming package, which he was allowed to use for personal stuff too. As it rang he looked at the clock and did some math. It should be around six pm in London, also Saturday. After a few rings, Pauline picked up, mid-giggle.

"Hi Rick. Good morning!" It sounded like she was on speakerphone too.

"Hey Pauline. I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way. Should be at my destination in about an hour."

"Oooh, so formal!" said another woman. "And a sweet voice too! Good job, Paul."

"Uh, hello? Who is that?"

"Oh, Rick. That's my best mate, Maxine. Think I told you about her."

"Ah yes, the instigator. Nice to meet you, Mad Max."

The woman laughed in an exaggerated movie-villain way. She sounded fun. "I hear you two have had some good times, thanks to me. Pleasure."

Pauline piped in. "So what's your plan, Rick?" They had agreed not to discuss all the details ahead of time to leave some room for imagination.

"Well, I'm not going to spoil all the details, but in a word: Canada."

"Canada. I like it. Well, I'm not going to spoil anything either, but if all goes well you're in for a treat today," Pauline giggled.

"More like in for a teat!" Maxine shouted, and soon all three were laughing.

"We're not going to France, but almost as far." It was Pauline again. "Botany Bay in Kent. We're just about there, actually. So it will give us a bit of time to get comfortable while we wait for you. Are you alone?"

"Alone for now," said Rick. "I guess you can say I'll need a hand when I get there."

This got the two women giggling again. "I suppose you only need one hand," chimed in Maxine. "Paul here will need two or three!"

"Rick, we need to find out where to park and all. I'm disconnecting. Let me know when you've arrived, k?"

"Ok Pauline. See you soon." He reached over to hit disconnect. So Maxine was involved. This was going to be fun. Rick turned on the radio to try to clear his head so he could concentrate on driving.

* * * * * *

Maxine pulled the car into a spot and turned off the engine. As she started to get out of the car, she could see Pauline was hesitant.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Max? I'm so nervous. What if we see someone we know?"

"Paul, it's a beach. We're two hours from London and there are much closer places to sun. Nobody we know is going to come out this far, unless it's to get their kits off as well. And if they do ... Well, honestly. Who cares? It's just your body."

Pauline, still nervous, got out of the car and grabbed her bag. They started walking the path that led to and down the cliffs to the water.

"Here, this might help." Maxine handed Pauline a water bottle. Pauline took a sniff. Clearly it wasn't water. She took a long swig and tried to hand it back.

"No, you keep that. I'm the driver, remember? Just don't have so much that you get sick."

They walked in silence for a bit. Maxine tried to lighten the mood. "I have half a mind to start getting my kit off already. What do you say?" They were still on the path, visible from the street, with a ways to go before the cliffs and the beach. Several people were around in small bunches, clothed in normal summer gear, walking dogs, taking a stroll.

"You wouldn't," laughed Pauline.

"Well, maybe not entirely, but I can get the ball rolling." They were dressed similarly: light summer dresses with knee-length skirts, floppy sun hats, big black sunglasses and stylish sandals. Maxine took two steps off the path, onto the grass, hiked up her skirt just a little and reached around to loosen her panties. She turned away from Pauline, bending down in an exaggerated manner as she pulled the frilly red panties down to her ankles. Pauline laughed as Maxine stood up straight, turned back towards her, kicked the panties up with one foot and grabbed them in her hands. She tossed them to Pauline and kept walking. Pauline looked around. At least a few people had watched the show and were either gawking or pretending not to notice. Or both.

"You ARE mad!" laughed Pauline, shoving Maxine's panties into her own bag.

"Your turn!" Maxine prompted her.

"No! Not here. We're not at the beach yet!" Pauline was bright red.

"Oh, you're hopeless. Come on, have some fun. Give me something!"

"Tell you what. Soon as we're on the beach, I'll take off my dress. Straight away. I promise!"

"At the first bit of sand? Immediately? No matter who's looking?"

"No matter who's looking," Pauline said, already regretting it. She took another swig from Maxine's bottle.

Soon enough they got to the cliffs and found a path down. The sand started at the foot. This part of the beach was packed with maybe hundreds of people, all clothed or in bathing suits. Not a bare breast or bum among them. Pauline looked around. A couple was coming down the path behind them with three small children in tow.

"Ahem?" said Maxine. "Do you need assistance? I believe that dress is now mine."

Pauline took a deep breath, reached down around her slim waist and pulled the pretty blue cotton dress up and over her head. She pulled it off, and was now standing there by the path in her underwear: a conservative-cut bright pink matching set of bra and panties. If you didn't look closely, you might think they were a bikini. Maxine grabbed Pauline's dress and shoved it in her own bag.

"Are you sure this is the right place, Max? I don't see any nude people."

"The internet says the nude bit is down a tad that way. Follow me." They started walking along the sand, and before long, Maxine was reaching around to her back, as if she was trying to scratch an itch. "Help a sister out?" Pauline started to scratch her back. "I'm not itchy, Paul. I want to undo my bra, but the dress is in the way."

Pauline pulled the back of Maxine's out of the way and reached in, feeling for the clasps of the bra. As she pulled the clasps loose, she realized she had never undid another woman's bra before. And why would she? With the clasps undone, the shoulder straps came loose enough that Maxine could wiggle out of them without removing the top of her dress. She quickly handed the bra to Pauline, who put it in her own bag.

"Your move, Paul!" Maxine laughed maniacally.

"Umm, we're not in the nude bit yet, and I don't have much left to lose. I guess the sandals. Do they count?"

"Sure, I'll let you off easy." They stopped and Pauline took off her sandals and handed them to Maxine. They continued walking. "Almost there, I think," said Maxine as she took off her own sandals and handed them to Pauline. "Ok, here's the deal, Paul. As soon as we see our first boob or bum, we're going full nude. You have to do it eventually, and it's not going to get easier."

"I guess you're right," said Pauline. She was much more nervous than she had expected. This was different to previous dares. There were a lot of people around. A minute later they saw a toddler tottering in the sand, naked. "Doesn't count!" Pauline cried. "That's not real nudity."

"It counts. And so does this!" Maxine laughed. She pulled her own dress off, threw it to Pauline, and ran across the sand and into the surf, as naked as the toddler. Pauline stood frozen, chewing her lip. She was very nervous, and didn't feel ready for this. A minute later, Maxine came bounding back, her large free breasts bouncing with every step. When she got close, Pauline began to feel more intimidated than nervous. She reached around and undid her own bra, pulled her arms out of the straps and threw it at the charging Maxine, instinctively covering her breast with her crossed arms.

"Now we're talking," Maxine laughed, as she gathered up Pauline's bra and put it in the bag. She didn't make a fuss about the panties as they continued their walk down the beach. Soon enough they started seeing topless women and the occasional nude adult. Pauline was still covering her breasts with her arms.

"It's time to call Rick," said Pauline, hoping that would distract Maxine from insisting she get out of her panties.

* * * * * *

Rick parked the car and walked over to the trailhead. There was a sign:

Welcome to Wreck Beach

A clothing optional beach in Pacific Spirit Regional Park

The beach is open from 8 am to sunset

Please respect people's privacy

Photos or videos only with consent

Don't stare and/or gawk

No lifeguard on duty

Please carry out all garbage

Well, these Canadians were certainly orderly people. Rick started descending the many steps down the hill, through a beautiful wooded area. The beach itself was not yet visible. It must be down below. There were more steps than he had anticipated - hundreds in fact, and Rick did not relish the thought of climbing back up. It was a beautiful sunny day. Hot, but not oppressively so. There were several other people on the steps, going in both directions. People of all sizes, colours and ages. People who looked like groups of friends, and people who looked like young families. Everyone seemed very normal. They were all clothed. People smiled and said hello.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Rick finally saw the beach: a wide arc of beautiful clean sand scattered here and there with logs, and beyond it the sea, with forest and mountains in the distance. It was really lovely.

It took a few moments for Rick to even notice anything unusual. This was his first time at a nude beach, and he hadn't been sure what to expect. Soon he understood what clothing-optional meant. There were dozens, probably hundreds of people spread out across the sand, in various states of dress and undress. People were jogging in shorts and tank tops. Some were lounging on towels in bathing suits. Many women were topless. And several people, but seemingly not the majority, were fully nude.

A little intimidated, and always afraid of burning, Rick moved away from the busiest part of the beach, and into a quieter area that had partial tree cover. He sat down on a log, consciously not too close to anyone, and started unpacking his backpack: towel, sunscreen, water, book, bathing suit. Hmm, he thought. I'm not sure I'm going to need that one.

There didn't seem to be anywhere private to change. Why would there be? Rick was nervous. He realized he was shaking a bit. Ok, take it slow, he said to himself. There's no rush. First he took off his shoes and socks and felt the hot soft sand with his feet. Then he took off his t-shirt and started applying sunscreen. Looking around nervously as he did. He felt like people must be staring at him, like they knew he didn't belong. But as he looked around, he saw nobody was taking any notice of him. He was about to pick up his phone to check in with Pauline, when someone said, "excuse me."

Rick turned towards the voice, worried he was offending somebody somehow. Instead he saw a smiling couple, the man standing a respectful few metres away, and his female partner just behind, both looking his way. Aside from hats and sunglasses they were both fully nude.

Rick made eye contact, then instinctively looked at their bodies, and then averted his eyes shamefully. But he had caught enough of a glimpse. They were both in good shape. Cyclists, maybe. Probably in their thirties. The man was blond, tall and toned, with well-defined but not so large muscles. His body had a few tufts of light hair in all the normal places. His flaccid penis looked a bit large, and his balls were huge. The woman was Asian, shorter but also toned, with a cute oval face, good jaw lines, olive skin, small but nicely-shaped perky breasts and dark nipples. She seemed entirely hairless from the neck down. "Hi," Rick stammered. "It's my first time here. Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no, nothing wrong at all," said the man. "You do look a bit nervous. Well, of course if it's your first time. But nothing to worry about. You see, we're about to pack up and we've got this joint that we're not going to finish. Thought you might like it. It'll help settle your nerves." The man moved a few steps closer and reached out his hand. There was in fact a joint in it.

"You know what," said Rick. "That's not a bad idea. Thanks." He took the joint.

"You have a good time now. Relax. Take your time," said the man as they started to walk off towards the stairs.

"Yeah, relax," said the woman as she walked past him. "Nobody's here to look at you." Hmm, Rick thought. That's true. Why would they look at me, when they could look at you? The woman's ass was super cute. Small but round. It swayed and jiggled just a little with each step in the sand.

Rick looked back in his backpack and found a lighter he kept for emergencies. He let up the joint and took a few puffs. He wasn't much of a smoker, but had tried marijuana a few times. Usually it just made him mellow and giggly. Indeed in a few minutes he found he was relaxed. Then his phone buzzed. Pauline. Video call.

He answered, trying to keep the phone at an angle where she could see him but not other people. Got to stay respectful.

"Hi Rick! Beautiful evening we're having here." In the video he could see Pauline's slightly crooked smile with the water in the background. There was some wind that was blowing her light brown hair around a bit.

"Hi Ricky!" a face that could only be Maxine came into view. She was cute too. While Pauline was pale and thin, Maxine was dark, with a round face, big wavy black hair. At first all he could see was their faces, but then Maxine grabbed the phone.

"We've got our kit off! Woo!" Maxine exclaimed, raising the phone above her head. As she slowly, teasingly turned the phone, the women's bare chests came into view. Pauline's slim but nicely rounded with dark nipples. Maxine's large but shapely, with a few freckles. "Well, mostly off. Paul's still in her knickers, the wimp." Maxine adjusted the angle so Pauline's bright pink little panties came into view. "You going to let her get away with that, Rick?"

Rick didn't know what to say. So much nudity, and he was still in his cargo shorts. Pauline grabbed her phone. "Pay no attention to Maxine. She's mad, as you know."

Rick heard another "Woo!" and Pauline switched the phone to the back camera to show what Maxine was up to. Fully nude, she was now doing cartwheels across the sand. For the first time, Rick could make out her whole body shape. Maxine was not large, but she was round in a cute way, with just a little extra padding here and there. Her tits and ass looked great flopping and jiggling as she spun around. She had a thin black landing strip. Maxine came closer. "Rick, are you thick?" she said. "Show us the dick, Rick. Show us the prick!"

"Shut up, Maxine. Let him do what he wants," Pauline seemed embarrassed.

But by now the weed was starting to work its magic, and Rick was ready. "It's fine. It's only fair." With one hand he undid the button of his shorts and let them slip down. Then he pulled his boxers down over his hips and let them fall as well. He held the phone aloft to find an angle that would prove his bravery. "There you go!" he laughed.

Pauline blushed visibly and started giggling. "Let us see, let us see!" said Maxine and grabbed the phone again. "Not bad Ricky Dicky. It'll do in a pinch."

Weed aside, Rick started to realize he was nude in public again, this time with lots of people around. And they didn't care. And he didn't care. And that was awesome.

"Now it's definitely your turn, Paul," said Maxine as the picture moved around wildly a bit. From the jumpy view and the squealing, Rick guessed the women were struggling a bit.

"There, are you happy?" laughed Pauline as she came into focus again, holding her pink panties aloft like a trophy and then throwing them towards the phone and Maxine.

"Oh, Rick's going to be very happy. Look at that? You see that, Rick?" Maxine said as she moved the phone to zoom in on Pauline's shaved pussy. "Isn't that nice. Now let's see the booty!" Maxine clearly liked being in charge. Pauline turned around and her cute little round ass came into view. "Oh yeah, girl. Shake that thing!" Maxine laughed. Pauline spread her legs a little, started shaking her butt, and leaned forward a bit. Rick guessed she had seen this manoeuvre in porn videos. It was really spectacular. Maxine adjusted the phone angle again so Rick could see the lines of Pauline's pussy between her legs. He started worrying he was going to get hard. He didn't know what the etiquette for that is on nude beaches. Clearly Maxine didn't care. She even slapped Pauline's ass a couple times. Rick wondered just what the extent of their relationship was.

Suddenly Pauline stood up straight and turned around, covering her breasts and blushing hard. "I... I can't believe I did that. Wow. Ummm." She was suddenly super nervous, biting her lower lip in a deliciously cute way. "Maxine, you're a bad influence," she said, in a fairly serious tone, while she grabbed her phone away.