OK, I can finally admit it.... I'm a voyeur. I get off on watching. Perversion? Well maybe, but I prefer the French term. Much more classy!
I am an exhibitionist as well. I think that the two go hand in hand. (Pun intended). More on that at a later date; this story is about watching.
There is a clothing optional beach not far from me. It is a perfect day trip. I frequently pack up a small cooler, beach umbrella and chair and head out. The unique feature of this beach is that it is state owned and operated. As such it falls under state laws instead of federal laws, which would probably not allow the nudity. Also interesting is that there are lifeguards, clothed, and a small concession stand run by younger girls. Nice summer job, no? "I'll have a foot long hot dog." "Thanks, and here's your tip".
Now obviously this is a good place to watch and be watched. As at most clothing optional places there are a wide assortment of body types. Men and women of all ages that have no problem showing what they have. There are lots of bodies carrying around a few extra pounds, but also plenty of bodies in shape.
I try hard not to stare. That is considered rude, no? Reflective sunglasses are a good accessory.
Occasionally there are people that want to be watched. It's particularly exciting when you realize that the woman you've been sneaking glances at is watching you back. It can become a grownup version of show and tell. Or just show...
One day in particular I arrived at the beach early in the day and scouted out a good location. There is a section that seems to be for gay men as well as a family section. In between the two is a more mixed crowd. I like to be close enough to the water to dip in when things get over heated, but back far enough to get a good view. So after finding a good spot I set up my chair, umbrella and laid out a towel. Then I stripped. I usually go commando on beach days, so there wasn't much to take off. Also, the advantage of going commando is that the friction on my cock keeps me on the verge of a hard on. It's important to make a good showing. Some oil and sunscreen, discreetly applied, and I was ready to sit back and relax.
After a while a single woman walked by. I was hoping she would set up her camp close by. The beach was slowly beginning to fill up. There were two couples to one side and another couple on the other, but there was still an open section of the beach right in front of me. While the beach is popular, it never gets as crowded as other local beaches; everybody carves out their own space, and is respectful of each other's space. Single women at the beach were not totally uncommon, but more often they would be with either a guy or a group of friends.
We caught eye contact just long enough to acknowledge each other. I guess I was judged as being safe, as she set down her things not that far away, perhaps 10 feet or so, but right in my field of vision. She was not a knock down model-type of woman, but was very attractive never the less, and she seemed comfortable with that. I'd say that she was probably in her mid 20's, with medium length auburn hair tied back under a baseball cap. I like that look -- so far so good. She was dressed in a T and cutoffs, very casual and she wore it well.
For me, one of the most erotic parts of the clothing optional experience is watching the arrivals strip. And since it is optional, some keep their bathing suits on, some just go topless and others go full Monty.
Another silent prayer as she took of her t shirt and cutoffs. She had a modest bikini on and, again, she wore it well. I would have been ok if she stopped there but she didn't. She folded her clothes and stowed them in her beach bag, and seemed to scope out the beach as she stretched. There was another moment of brief eye contact and then she initiated the conversation. Good thing because I probably wouldn't have. Casually talking about the weather and the traffic on the way down, she untied her top. Her breasts were a great fit for her body -- not too small and not too big. I could tell that she tanned topless; they were the same light golden color as the rest of her. With just a slight hesitation she undid her bottoms as well. I caught a quick flash of her neatly trimmed landing strip before she turned around. It was the same reddish color as her hair; so 'the carpet matches the curtains'. I'm a red head as well. Perfect match!
Her ass was very shapely and now I knew that she tanned in the nude. Not the faintest hint of a tan line.
After that quick show she sat down on the towel and began to apply sunscreen. I should have spoken up and offered, but I was pretty much speechless as that point. But after watching the second act of this performance I finally had the nerve to mention that she missed a spot on her back. I've tried that line with others at the beach, but without any success. Mostly I got that 'look' back in return, or at the least a thank you while she would reach further back to get the missed spot. Again I was glad that I had been judged to be safe, as she asked if I would help her. As calmly as I could I applied the lotion to the small of her back. Nothing really sexual -- I was trying hard to think about anything but sex. Even so, there is something sensual in the act of touching. She flinched just a bit when my hands made contact. I did the job quickly, almost clinical in my manner. She thanked me and laid down on her front, with her head toward the shore. I sat back in my chair and pretended to be absorbed in a book. End of any conversation now. Just tanning and relaxing. But looking back at it now, I think that was when I realized that this might be a whole different type of day at the shore.
After a while she sat up and asked me if I knew when the concession stand opened. I didn't really know but it was still early in the day. I told her they would probably open up before noon and offered her something to drink. I had a couple of cold water bottles, some beer, and some snacks in the cooler. She accepted a bottle of water, said she'd return the favor when the stand opened, thanked me and laid down on her back.
As in real estate, location is everything! She hadn't invaded my space, nor I hers, but she was right there directly in front of me. I had a great view of that pretty pussy and now noticed that she had a small ring right below her hair line. I wasn't familiar with piercings down there; my guess was that it was a labia ring. (Reminder to self -- Google it when I get home). Whatever it was, it was very sexy. I remember thinking that you can never judge a book by its cover. From her outward appearance I wouldn't have guessed that she'd be pierced, or even that she was that attractive. Some women are more attractive dressed. She was an exception to this. She wore it well.