Day 3
The next morning I rose before dawn; yes really! I do odd things on holiday but appreciate most people choose to lie in until well into the morning.
My footsteps in the dark took me along footpaths across the parched countryside to a very small cove I knew from earlier visits. At such an early hour, based on my experience of previous years, I would have the place to myself unless some local fishermen were around. Clambering down the steps in the early light I found myself once more on the shingle and tiny sandy bay of the inlet. The sky was brightening as I slipped off my clothes and sandals, hiding them in a cleft in the rock, and waded out into the clear water before swimming steadily away from the beach and out into the narrow inlet. There is something different about swimming without a costume, "skinny dipping" as it is called. A feeling of freedom, of being just oneself, unencumbered by even the most minimal of clothing. It is an unexpected delight to those who have not tried it.
Further down the narrow inlet I climbed out onto a rocky ledge and sat watching the sun rise and feeling its warm rays dry me. It was, of course, not at all cold either in or out of the sea. Quite the contrary in fact.
About half an hour later I swam back towards the beach. Coming in on the shady side of the inlet it was clear the beach was no longer deserted. I was also not the only person thinking of skinny dipping. A couple of people were just coming out of the water and whilst it was not easy to make much out, I could see they were naked. I swam closer and under an overhanging rock. They had not noticed me, not due to me having stopped time, but because I was partly hidden in shade and they were more interested in each other. Perhaps it is not simply a feeling of being free and unencumbered that makes skinny dipping attractive; it is also the sexual element of being unclothed. This seemed to have been the effect on this couple who were touching in an intimate way. I considered whether to stop time and inspect or to simply appear naturally. I decided on the latter for a change. The idea of surprising them unexpectedly when they were naked and engaged in sex when I too was naked appealed to me.
I swam quietly towards the beach. It was only as I stood up and came out of the water that they noticed me. The woman was on her knees, sucking on the cock of the man who had his back to the sea and me. They had not, therefore, been looking my way and it was sound rather than movement that alerted them.
The man looked very surprised as he spun round pulling his cock from the woman's mouth in the process and leaving it pointing erectly upwards.
The woman had more composure. "Oh sorry, we didn't realise anyone was here. We were just... Well, yes. Lovely place to swim. Where have you come from?"
It was an interesting attempt at normality.
"Well here actually, but I've been swimming and sitting further out for half an hour or so. My clothes are hidden over there"
She was pretty impressive to look at. Very large breasts, wide hips with a strong patch of dark hair between them.
By now the man had recovered and joined in the conversation as his penis began to subside. We talked about the inlet, the beach, the good places on the island, the restaurants. I was in no hurry to head off and they both seemed very happy to chat.
"Well," I said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
"You'd been watching us though," said the woman.
"Well, not really."
"Your cock gave you away, it wasn't exactly hanging down."
"Well maybe a little."
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Of course. I'm certainly not a prude. If you don't object to me saying; you're a good looking women and, well, you on your knees with a cock in your mouth was an exciting and rather lovely image against the backdrop of the sand and rocks."
"Would, perhaps, you like to see it again?"
"Well I...." but my cock gave me away.
"Peter likes an audience. Don't you?"
Peter was stirring again, probably indicating agreement.
"I'm Tania, by the way." She slipped down to her knees and once again applied her lips to Peter's cock. I sat on the sand close by and watched.
"What shall we do now?" asked Tania taking her lips away from Peter.
"You want my suggestion?" I was a little surprised but perhaps given the invitation I should not have been. "Well, whatever you'd like to do but I suppose..." I was being given a choice not simply taking it as it came. "I would like to see Peter take you from behind. I suggest you get down on all fours and Peter comes up behind. Pleasingly animalistic in the sunshine. But do what you want..."
She did as I suggested and Peter pushed into her. I sat there with my own cock sticking up between my thighs as Tania rocked backwards and forwards and Peter thrust into her. My hand moved and I began to stroke my own cock. It was rather strange for me, something I was not used to was being watched but there they were both watching me, as they rocked backwards and forwards towards their orgasm. Would it be appropriate for me to spurt onto the sand as they came. Apparently not of my own volition.
"I'll help you with that," panted Tania, "when we've finished which, oh wow, won't be long I think."
She was right. Their climax came swiftly.
"Let me," said Tania, literally taking me in hand.
I have to say this did seem more than a little odd to me but, there again, I did say I did odd things on holiday. Tania squatting and holding my penis in her hand; Peter standing watching with his wet and dripping cock; me enjoying Tania's efforts and watching between her open thighs as Peter's semen starting to appear from whence it was deposited. A sight I am partial to but not one I often see when people are frozen in time. There is no dripping then – everything is still. Even so, the whole experience was odd.
Well, I collect experiences but I was trying to puzzle this one out.
"We like watching and being watched you see." Tania's explanation helped. The result of her hand was inevitable; I ejaculated, arching up and onto the sand as they watched. Very odd for me to be doing that to an audience.
