The small cove was nearly deserted as I carefully made my way down the steep, winding track. The sun had baked the cliffs and turned the mud into dust. As I got to the beach I kicked off my clothes, damp and sticky from the long climb down, and ran into the sea. The water was cool, good and clean as I swam half a dozen strokes underwater then flipped onto my back and surfaced. I was about 20m from the beach, looking up at the cliff I could see why the guidebook had said that this beach was for the dedicated sun worshipper. The path disappeared into pine trees about 150m up. The beach itself was only about 100m long and 20m wide at the most. There were about twenty people in small groups scattered around, most naked. Some had set up camp and obviously never moved from there, not wanting to face the climb or preferring to stay in this most beautiful of spots. There was one solid structure on the beach, made from lar! ge poles driven into the sand and more poles lashed to them with rope. Straw walls and a roof finished it off and there was a dark haired girl selling cold drinks and sandwiches. How they’d got the stuff down only became clear later when a quad bike arrived with more supplies. I swam back to the beach and waded up onto the sand. As the sun hit my body I felt the delicious warming sensation, salt water running down my face, back and legs and the shrunken feeling in my crotch that is the effect of sudden contact with cold water. Gathering my things together I found a spot on a large rock, not too far from the sandwich girl, and draped ass of my wet clothes over the rock to dry. Unrolling my beach mat I flopped back, naked and tired onto the warm sand.
One of my favourite feelings is being slowly dried by the sun, feeling my shrunken cock warm and expand, my erect nipples sensitive to the lightest of breezes. Then, after a while I turn over to get the air to my back and buttocks. Now my cock and balls are squashed against the mat, and if I'm not careful this is when, through the slightest of pressure, I am in danger of a full erection. Cured easily by a dash to the sea or just lying still and waiting for it to pass.
To my left were a group of German tourists, an older couple with two young daughters. They must have been about 16 or 17, maybe a year or so apart in age but no more. The youngest was lying on her back and reading a book from under a straw hat. She had her knees pulled up and seeing her sideways on, small, pert breasts with pink, delicate nipples. Her body had an even light tan, with no sign of a bikini line. Her sister sat a short distance away in the sea, with her back to me. She was throwing handfuls of sand into the sea, and as she raised her arms to throw, the swell of her ample breasts could be seen under her arm. They seemed to wobble slightly as she threw, but as with many young girls, appeared also to defy the laws of gravity, remaining pert and alert as the wobble subsided. Along to the right was a group of older Italians, dripping in jewellery and chain-smoking Turkish cigarettes. The encampment by the! cliff consisted of two tents and a makeshift shelter, the location chosen for easy access to a small waterfall that had been channelled into the cliff. See this I struggled up and ambled over. There were two people waiting, a man in his thirties, tall with dark hair and a well-defined body, six-pack and a golden nipple ring. The girl was late twenties, blonde with a beautiful Swedish looking face, slim body and breasts which, although not large were beautifully shaped with a nice swell underneath and brown nipples that pointed slightly upwards. I watched them shower, completely naked and soaping each other generously. Then it was my turn. The water was not cold as I had expected, but warmed by the passage down the cliff and, compared to the salt water almost sweet to the taste. It felt good to wash the salt and sweat away and feel clean. It was also extremely arousing.
I sunbathed for a while after that and decided it was time for another swim to cool down. I foresaw long days were this pattern was repeated endlessly, swimming shower, sunbathe, sandwich and so on. Stroking out towards the horizon I turned through ninety degrees ad swam parallel to the beach. Just round the outcrop of cliff was another, much smaller beach, totally empty and secluded. I swam up and walked onto the sand flipping onto my back and closing my eyes, After about ten minutes I heard a splashing and looked up to see the two German girls in the sea in front of me. It was an extremely pleasant sight. They were both laughing and splashing each other self-consciously, and I hoped for my benefit. Both were naked and the older one I noticed had a small tattoo on her left breast. Both girls had their belly buttons pierced. The beach was too small for them to sit far away so they flopped down almost at my elbow.
"Hi" I said, grinning.
"Hello" they said together, giggling profusely.
"We need someone to judge a competition for us" said the older one with just a slight accent.
"Oh yes" I replied " and what kind of a competition would that be?"
"A masturbation contest" said the younger one with a broad grin.
"You must judge which one of us comes first"
" Are there any rules?" I enquired.
"We can only use one hand, and neither can make a sound. We play it at home in our bedroom all the time".
"How will I tell who is coming first?" I asked.
"That's were you have to judge!"
"Fine " I said, eager to start.
I positioned myself between them knelling at their feet and said,
