I enjoy walking. I am a keen rambler. I have backpacked a lot in my time, walking the Pennine Way, South West Coastal path, Coast to Coast and many other long distance paths in England and Wales. I enjoy the moors and I enjoy the coast. A few walking holidays in Germany, France and the USA have been enjoyable as well.
I also enjoy walking in the hot Mediterranean summer sun. A bit mad, maybe, but with plentiful water, a good hat and sunglasses plus a bit of a breeze it is a joy for me. Of course I sweat. Perspiration comes so freely and stands in droplets on my arms and soaks my shirt but the views and the whole feeling of arid landscape or sweet smelling forests in that heat are just wonderful. Coastal walking can be the best, particular as there is the opportunity for a cooling swim now and then.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. Certainly I very rarely see anyone else about - no locals, farmers, shepherds or tourists out in the summer heat in the empty places. It will be a bit different if my walk hits a town or popular beach but many times I find myself dropping down to a deserted and secluded bay. Often rocky, sometimes pebbly and not unusually quite sandy. A delight to drop my shorts and shirt - indeed drape them on a rock to dry from the usual soaking perspiration and slip into the cool water for a swim..
Of course sometimes there are others there on the beach even in the most secluded places. Very often they are people who like to sunbathe naked - and why not? It is why they have come to a secluded beach and that can be a bit of a bonus! Nice to see a pretty girl naked - I am as happy to see that as the next man.
Naked people means I need have no compunction about dropping my shorts and swimming naked. Pleasant to join them even if I do not even speak to them.
One morning, out for a walk, I came across a couple on such a beach and they were not simply sunbathing, nor swimming, nor simply walking around but doing that thing which I am sure comes to most men's minds if sunbathing or swimming naked with a very good friend or wife. I came out around a rock and there was this young couple 'at it' doggy style yards from me on the beach.
Unsurprisingly they were alone on the beach - but for me.
Well what do you say? They had seen me so I could hardly scuttle back behind the big rock - in any case I needed to pass them to walk on.
"Good morning. Lovely day for it." The words just came out.
Their shock. To be caught like that. The sudden pause as they saw me. Twin heads turned towards me. It was a lovely sight actually. The couple were both young and fit. Their young bodies there to be admired.
They could simply have replied 'good morning' and waited, engaged, whilst I walked on by. It was more than obvious what they were doing but actually it was almost discrete. There was not an awful lot of flesh to be seen which could not normally be seen on a beach when people were not naked but in swimming things. Their sexual bits and pieces were hidden by their close proximity, even the girl's breasts were obscured by his clasping hands. They could have just stayed frozen like that. Instead, the man hurriedly withdrew and turned towards me, his erection suddenly visible, all wet and glistening in the sunshine. He drew himself up to his feet, causing his penis to slap wetly against his stomach leaving the girl on her hands and knees. Suddenly all sorts of things were revealed.
"Crikey you are wet." It just slipped out. His penis really was very wet from the girl - not just moist but really sopping, dripping actually. It was so in front of me, so just there to be seen - a really wet, strongly erect penis. I could not see any trace of white semen suggesting the wetness was entirely from the girl and, from my position, I could very clearly see the girl's pudenda and her still open vagina. It did look very wet and, again, not a hint of semen. I did have a very good view and my eyesight is sharp!
The young man looked down. No doubt he knew just how wet the girl was, had been very much been feeling just that but his glance was perhaps instinctive in response to my comment.
"Please," I went on, "don't stop on my account. Sorry to disturb you but, may I say what a lovely picture you both made. Eroticism and beauty. I mean it."
They had not said a word.
"I'll move on, only... I would love to watch. So natural - may I say sweet? Would you mind or would you find it just a bit odd? Perhaps you would you like an audience? Have you ever had an audience?"
The lovely girl was still on her knees, her rump so smooth and looking like it really should have the man's penis reinserted!
"Look, we haven't been introduced. Tony Capon, I'm from Exeter, happily married, three kids and I'm an architect. Nothing funny about me - very ordinary. I like walking and that is why I'm here. I wasn't spying or anything."
I held out my hand and the man, I suspect automatically, took it and shook. He was fair haired, if a little receding already, a small similarly fair coloured beard and moustache and with an athletic body. His erection was very much there between us, his knob peeled and pointing upwards. It really was very wet. I felt I needed to keep talking.
"You know, I've never shaken hands with a naked, erect man before. Nice erection, nice penis if I may say so," my glance then, very obviously, moved to the girl, "nice bottom as well!"
It was lovely how the two of them burst out laughing. My verbal diarrhoea seemed to have settled them, brought them from the initial shock.
The girl got slowly to her feet. A more dignified stance. She was gorgeous. Mid twenties perhaps unlike my mid forties. Long fair hair in a plat, wire rim glasses, ample bosom and denuded mons - not a wisp of hair obscured her little girl slit. She held out her hand.
"Ellen Masters, we are on honeymoon. This is Simon."
"Plentiful sex on honeymoon. Best outside in the open air if you can. I remember we, Pat and I, we were at it up in the Lake District on ours. Two glorious weeks of sun and by tarn or on mountainside we made love umpteen times. Almost got sunburnt on my bottom."
"With an audience?" The girl seemed to have recovered quicker than the man - but she did not have the wet erection just so present between our little party.
"Not as I recall but perhaps there were hikers hiding and peeking. We were discreet enough I'm sure but skinny dipping in tarns was a bit out in the open some time and I recall the odd little short walk naked in the sun..."
"Must have been nice. We chose a beach holiday," she shrugged, "as you can rather see."
"Lovely secluded beach to find."
"Yeah," Simon finally joined in. He laughed, "three days already and all to ourselves only..."
"Today is a change," I added, "sorry."
"Don't be," said Ellen, "our fault really. If you copulate in the open air in the middle of a beach what do you expect?"
"No fault - I loved seeing you. Natural - what could be more normal for newlyweds and... if you don't mind..." I was being bold, "I really would, if you let me, like to watch you."
Simon was beginning to droop a little. Perhaps it was unthinking, perhaps it was desire, but Ellen's hand went to it and slid. The erection was very quickly restored. I could not help staring and nor could Simon. The surprise on his face evident.
"I could take photographs for you - a real reminder of your honeymoon - only I don't see a camera and you hardly want photographs on my camera - I am sure."
"No! We left ours with our clothes other side of the beach but... what do you think, Simon, copulating with an audience? Photographs?"
She turned back to me, "We have tried with the timer to take, um, sexy photos but it doesn't half upset the spontaneity!"
"I bet!"
It was clear Ellen was keener than Simon but he agreed. Funny walking up the beach to their clothes and camera with the two of them naked and, particularly, with Simon's penis tumescent. I thought they looked lovely like that. Naked was great but having the man erect added rather a lot to the scene.
Simon bent down and picked up their camera and handed it to me.
"You know, I've never been handed a camera by a naked, erect man before."
Again laughter. Things had become so relaxed and I could see I was really going to have the opportunity of photographing them copulating. What an interesting experience - quite a break from my walk!
It was a not too dissimilar camera to my own - digital of course so no problem with taking endless photographs (if the battery had enough charge!).
"Well, um, am I in the role of director? Shall I tell you what to do, you do it and I photograph?"
The look of excitement on Ellen's face was a delight. She liked the idea.
"Shall we try," I went on, "just nudity to start with? You both looked really fine walking down the beach."
So I had them do just that. No touching at first and then, for some, hand in hand. Such lovely shots of this lovely young couple just casually naked but, so importantly, with the young man erect. Just talking, walking or looking out to sea but always with that erection so obvious, so calling to be seen, so emphasising the sexual potential of the scene.
Then them kissing with the erection lightly brushing Ellen's tummy. The light shining between them showing Simon's balls hanging in their wrinkled sack right in front of her denuded slit. I did a close up or two. I thought they would be real crackers of photographs. Vertical female slit in plump mons: vertical male organ with hanging appendages against the light.
Naturally I wanted to see fellatio. There was no question I was not enjoying the photography. Not simply the pleasure in taking good photographs but the sexual excitement of seeing the naked couple and directing them to do sexual things. I was as hard, in my shorts, as Simon was there in front of me.
"Perhaps some sucking now?"
Ellen looked at Simon and did that raised shoulders and grin look some girls do to express excitement.
"Kneeling in the sea in front of Simon?" I ventured.
"Kneeling behind won't work."
