Tits.
Damn, I love them. One-half of the reason I'm walking out onto this clothing optional beach is for the tits. The other half is, of course, to get naked in the great outdoors. I've been doing this for years, or at least since my wife passed away.
At my age, I've never felt it necessary to remarry. I never promised to not do so, and I always changed subjects when my wife brought it up. As her disease progressed, nothing could have been further from my mind.
The one promise I did make to her was to move to the coast where we had planned to retire. We had stayed at several owner rentals and settled on a small condo building right on the beach for retirement. It's a nice-sized place where our kids can visit. It's also a money maker that I can rent out a few months of the year while I go visit the kids and grandkids.
So my typical year works out to my spending the hottest months here, then snowshoeing in the mountains around Christmas, either in Utah or New York. All in all, a pretty great way to live out my days.
This particular part of the coast is filled with small beach towns and bustling shopping areas. We found the perfect barrier island village a few years ago, and visited 2-3 times each summer. The waves are awesome on most days, and the population is limited by the size of the island. My surfing days are well behind me; my knees have made sure of that. But boogie boarding more than makes me happy, and there's a perfect beach just outside my condo complex.
What I discovered one day on an extended walk to the north end of the island was an eye-opener to say the least. I was well past the end of any paved roads or beach access points. Coming across a pile of driftwood which looked almost too perfect, I stopped to take a look.
While the pile appeared like it had been stacked like a bonfire, one piece of wood had some sort of lettering on it. It clearly had 'NUDE' carved into it.
There was literally no one in sight, so I just kept moving North up the beach. Little did I know how the driftwood mystery would be solved, but it made complete sense when it happened.
While rare, it was never surprising to find a topless woman near our condo beach. Past that bonfire however was a revelation. Totally naked people laying around every fifty yards or so. In the water were many more. It was quite the sight, and I found myself stripping out of my suit very quickly. Leaving my suit and sandals on some dry sand, I'm sure my lily white ass stood out amongst all the tanned bodies.
And not one person took notice. Except one couple.
"Hey!" I heard from behind me.
"Hello." I said, turning to see them waving at me.
"Come here."
"Okay?"
"We're not trying to freak you out, but you need some sunscreen if you're going to stay out much longer. Trust us, you won't be able to sit down for days. Here's some lotion for your white parts."
"Thanks. I didn't consider that." I replied while applying the sunscreen to my hands and then all over my ass and dick.
And off I went. That measure of kindness and the attitude of everyone on this part of the beach sold me. I had to make this an everyday thing if I could.
After a few weeks of walking there, I was able to jog for short periods of time, finally working up to consistent running as long as I stayed on the firm wet sand. The dry stuff wore me out quickly.
At the nude portion of the beach, I often ran after taking off my clothes. I also did lots of swimming, and then it dawned on me to get a bike for the short ride up to where the road ended and then down to the dunes with my boogie board.
In short time, I was in the best shape of my life, and completely tanned all over. My beach time was almost completely there, and it was always fun to check out the women. They showed up, in all shapes and sizes, and I really loved just hanging out in such a safe space.
I always kept to myself, and within respectful distance from others enjoying this portion of beach. That all changed one afternoon in a pay it forward moment.
First, the tits. They stood up. Seriously, straight up. With large aureolae on top, these tits were hard to miss. But, it was the visible act of defying gravity which caught my eye. And then the shape. It's almost like they were formed by those small buckets you see kids use on the beach to make castles of sand.
I stopped, and sat down within the norms of proper social distancing. And yet just close enough to really take in the vision of these amazingly constructed tits. And then....inspiration.
Taking my sunscreen out of my bag, I got up and walked to her.
"Hello." I startled her.
"Hello?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, but I need to pay forward some invaluable advice I received several months ago when I discovered this place." It didn't even occur to me that I was naked.
"Okay?"
"Here is some sunscreen. You'll want to use it on the parts of your body that haven't seen sun like this. Trust me. Soon enough, you won't need it."
"Thanks." She replied, taking the lotion in a moment of deja vu.
"My name is Zoo. Go ahead and keep that if you'd like." I said, pointing at the bottle of sunscreen as she lathered up her tits and ass.
"I'm Bobbie. And thanks for the help."
I wandered back to my spot, picked up my boogie board, and ran into the waves. It was a perfect day and I stayed in the water for an extended session. During a break in the waves, I saw Bobbie stand. Her tits barely moved as she walked to my spot.
Waving at me, she dropped my sunscreen at my spot and then walked off. I didn't come to this beach to chase girls, and this was certainly no exception as I continued my enjoyment of the water. But, wow, what a change of scenery Bobbie provided.
After several more weeks of enjoying my daily trips north, the scenery returned. I was laying in the sun, blissfully dozing.
"Hello again." I heard from above me.
And there she was in all her glory. All tanned this time, with those perfectly formed tits fully on display.
"Welcome back."
"I don't want to sound too forward, but I have a few questions. I promise I'll leave you alone afterward."
"Not a problem." I replied, while sitting up. My manhood on display fazed neither of us, but I had to concentrate on Bobbie's face or her tits alone would have brought me to complete hardness.
Sitting down in front of me, I noticed ever so briefly that she was newly shaven between her legs. The slightly red skin around her slit was the dead giveaway.
"Have you ever seen anyone do crazy stuff out here?" Bobbie asked.
"No. I see people walk into the dunes for extra curricular stuff, but not a whole lot happens out here. Why do you ask?"
"I just have an exhibitionist streak. I found this beach online listed among the hidden unofficial nude beaches of America. And I came here for the safety of doing some things I can't imagine doing on regular beaches."
"Well, most everyone here keeps to themselves. The beach isn't patrolled by police or lifeguards, so it's typically just like today." I tell her as we look around.
"Hmmm." I can see Bobbie planning something in her head.
"You could always bring a clamshell tent for semi-privacy, I guess. What exactly are you wanting to do out here?"
