This is a story that my husband told me about an experience he had when he was a teenage boy. It's basically true although I've used some artistic licence to add some colour, but being a factual story I think makes it all the more interesting and exciting.
Firstly though I should describe my man, Paul, although of course this all happened before I ever met him. He was, and still is, a quiet, fairly reserved person, slightly shy and, I imagine, even more so when he was young. His parents were quite well off and had their own apartment in Portugal which they went to most summers, taking Paul and his older sisters with them until the girls felt that they had outgrown holidays with their parents and refused to go. Paul though, being younger, still went along for a while until he felt he'd outgrown family holidays eventually too.
The apartment was in a small complex with a shared a pool and as such there was plenty of opportunity to meet other young people, but in this particular year the place was unusually quiet, probably because it was late in the season. Consequently boredom set in early and he took to wandering about the town and walking along the beach, leaving his parents to relax in the sun by the pool; he was after all now eighteen years old and they must have recognised he needed his own space. The beach was always the main attraction, and not just for its fine sand and breaking surf. Attractive women abounded and topless sunbathing was common, so a long walk by the sea was always interesting.
The day was particularly hot and the beach near the town was crowded with people soaking up the sun, and naked, sun-tanned breasts could be seen at every turn of the head. However the heat made a swim a necessity and, as the sea was crowded, he decided to keep walking to look for a less noisy area. The beach was a long, open strip of golden sand that ran for almost a mile before being broken into small bays and coves by outcrops of rocks. There were still a few couples even at the extreme reaches of the main stretch and after walking for fifteen minutes or so, Paul stopped and sat with his back against a smooth rock where he could observe two particularly attractive young women who were sunbathing with their partners.
At first he thought they were foreign, Scandinavian maybe, as they all had fair hair, especially the girls who had long golden tresses that they'd gathered up off their necks so that the sun's rays would fall on their already tanned shoulders. They were wearing only small bikini briefs and the rest of their bodies were unbroken by any paler lines. They lay there on their backs, their breasts pointed heavenwards, tipped with pale, soft, coral coloured nipples, their stomachs flat and smooth.
Sitting against his rock a little way back up the beach, Paul was able to observe all this without interruption and was idly wondering if the two goddesses were sisters as they both had similarly perfect bodies, when one abruptly sat up and reached into her bag for a bottle of water. Paul was caught cold; his eyes fixed on the girl as she stared straight back into his face. He quickly looked away pretending to study something on the far horizon, but not before he caught the trace of a smile on her face. In fact, far from looking annoyed or, worse, telling her muscle bound husband or boyfriend to go and discourage the young voyeur, she stood up and tipped her head back, draining the bottle. At the same time she arched backwards and thrust her lovely breasts out giving Paul a wonderful view – and a wonderful hard on!
He couldn't easily have got up and left now anyway so he continued to study her surreptitiously. She turned away from him allowing a close study of her narrow waste and long, brown legs, but most of all her lovely bottom that was barely covered by her tiny briefs. To add to his pleasure, or was it anguish, she casually ran her fingers around their hem, pulling them away as she did so to reveal even more of her the curve of her buttocks. Then, glancing back at him still with a slight smile on her lips, she lay down on her back, making her boobs jiggle and tremble as she made herself comfortable.
Paul continued to take her in for a few more minutes, but the heat of the sun, combined with the inferno in his shorts, made a swim essential now, so he stood up, restraining his semi-stiff cock as best he could, and continued along to the first small headland that suggested another bay beyond. He looked back at his goddess a couple of times, but on the second occasion she had sat up and he was caught again, so he stared fixedly ahead until a comfortable distance away.
The sea was lapping at the rocks at the base of the headland but it was only occasionally ankle deep so he was able to walk round into a small, empty cove. It was peaceful and seemed completely separate from the rest of the world and encouraged by the safety of its remoteness, and by the sand that had encroached into his shorts, he stripped them off, turned them inside out and shook them. He stood there in the sun, enjoying the warmth of it on his naked body, but still clutching his one article of clothing in his hand in case anyone should suddenly appear. But no one did, and feeling bolder, he walked down to the surf and let it lap round his feet. He looked up and down and round the cliffs that surrounded his private bay, but he was completely unobserved and alone. Why not go for a skinny dip, he thought?
Once in the sea, as long as he didn't go too far out, he would be able to see back round the rocks in plenty of time should any other walkers appear so, leaving his shorts on a small boulder out of reach of the water, he waded naked through the small waves that rippled on the shore. It was a wonderful mixture of sensations; the warm water touching every part of him, the freedom, the tranquillity, but most of all the sense of danger, his only clothing lying out of reach as he waded farther out. As he had thought, he could indeed see back round out of the bay once he was away from the cliffs and with only the distant figures of people on the main beach visible, he abandoned his concerns and floated on his back. His erection had only partially subsided and he occasionally idly stroked his prick to keep it hard as the feeling of the sea's resistance to it was sensuous and very pleasant.
Feeling refreshed and clean, but with another check to see if anyone was about, he waded out and walked back up the sand and retrieved his briefs. He stood naked in the middle of the bay not wanting to put them back on and break the spell, so he wandered along until he was partly concealed by some rocks and lay back on the soft sand, even though it was hot against his back and he knew he would be instantly covered by it's powdery grains again. He didn't care though; it would be a good excuse for another naked swim. He ran his hands down his body and slowly began to stroke his prick, which was now fully hard again.
He did so very gently with the minimum of movement, thinking of the lovely blonde girl he had seen and remembering her reaction to his stare. He didn't want to bring himself off, the feeling was too pleasurable and an orgasm would bring the inevitable end to the sexual tension that was so enjoyable in the open air. So he drifted on the edge of sleep, gently running his finger tips up and down his sensitised shaft and round his balls that were contracted hard against his body, stopping every so often when he felt the first signs of a climax and starting again as soon as the feeling lessened.
How long he had been drowsing he didn't know, not for more than a few minutes he was sure, but the quiet sound of voices startled him back to consciousness. He raised his head and looked past his hands that were still holding his erection. There were two people not far away down the beach at the edge of the sea. He quietly rose into a crouch, but the rocks were low and hardly concealed him. Worse, his shorts were on top of them and out of reach without standing up. So he stayed still and watched, praying that the two would come no nearer.
