Naked At The Beach And Sidetracked

As a guy with years of experience being naked and cumming in public areas, I was now living near a beach and ready to explore new ways to be seen and possibly be caught naked!

In my other stories, I had become very comfortable dressing and looking like a cute girl. As a guy I was 5'5" and 100lbs and had a 35/22/34 figure. Thin and small was my body type. I had learned how to tie and tuck my small cock in such a way that anyone looking would think I had a pussy. I was near hairless by genetics. I completed my look with false eyelashes and soft makeup. Adding a great wig, cute A cup bras, small skirts, and sexy panties, I was the sexy girl I wanted everyone to see. I did not want to become a girl but I loved dressing up as one.

My new job was in a city near the beach so, to avoid serious traffic, I relocated to a house about a mile from the beach. It was smaller than where I lived before but the price of this was lower so I didn't need roommates to share the rent. I was thrilled to be on my own after like 10 years of roommates.

In this new place, I was able to do many of the things I couldn't do in the other places. I could be around the house naked. I could go in and out dressed in any way I liked and not worry about my roommates seeing me. I could come and go at any time of day or night without worrying about roommates. It was awesome!

After adjusting to my new job and home life, the old feelings of wanting to be naked in public places came back. A big part of my being was exposing my private parts to others and shocking them that I was a guy and not the sexy girl I appeared to be. I could actually feel a boost of energy when guys would look under my dress to see my perfect landing strip against my white skin. By doing this over and over, the high that came with it was addicting.

In this new area, all the homes were old and well established. Many people lived in the area because it was so close to the beach. During summer months the crowds headed to the beach could be quite large. To me, this represented the perfect opportunity to get the maximum number of guys to see my little body!

The beach offered the perfect opportunity for me to maintain my bikini tan which allowed perfect triangles of white skin to surround my dark nipples and landing strip. These features made me look like a girl more than ever. Since I moved here in the spring, the longer and warmer days were increasing. After several weeks of this warming trend, I decided to go to the beach to get a feel for areas and crowds where I could expose myself.

I got dressed in my white bikini, did my makeup, adding eyelashes and wig completed the outfit. I didn't tie and tuck my little cock because I had my bikini on and with my little cock, there wasn't a bulge that I really needed to hide. Pulling a tshirt and shorts on, I was off to the beach!

It was about 4 in the afternoon with about three hours of daylight left. It was a nice day, a little overcast but overall sunny. After parking my car, I headed out to the beach with a towel, a book, and water. Once in the sand, I found a good spot off to one end of the beach where there were only a few people. I put my large towel down and sat on it, looking at the ocean. It is a beautiful day when you can relax and enjoy the sounds of the ocean!

Sitting there, I looked around at the area taking inventory of the landscape and where people were. This part of the beach was pretty wide and the few people that were near me were closer to the area by the parking lot and not near me. They were far enough away that I could see people talking to each other but I couldn't hear them from where I sat. Feeling more comfortable with the area, I took my tshirt, shoes, and shorts off. With only my bikini on, I laid back onto the towel with my knees up. I was looking like anyone else laying on the beach. Looking down at my little body, I was there as a cute girl in a bikini.

I read my book for probably 15 or 20 minutes but found myself distracted because I wanted to show off my girly body. I put the book down and sat up. I got up and started walking along the water, enjoying the view but also doing it so I could be seen. I walked further up the beach until there were more people actually near the water. A few noticed me walking and appeared to be occupied doing other things. I was feeling more comfortable as I assessed the opportunity to expose myself.

Getting back to my towel, I sat down, looked around, and decided I could take my bikini top off. I knew that even without the bikini top on, the white skin and tan lines looked like I was wearing a bikini top. Removing my top, I continued to just sit their in a face forward position as I looked around. Not much going on, no one coming near. I decided to lay back so my dark nipples surrounded by the white triangles of my skin were out in the open. I was feeling the warmth of the day on my skin. I was relaxed.

As the afternoon progressed, I knew the sun would be going down in probably an hour or so. I decided I needed to take the risk and expose myself. I stood up without my top on and started to walk along the water's edge. I would kick the water with my feet as I moved slowly and deliberately further down the beach.

After a bit, a guy that looked about 30 came closer as he jogged near the water. He looked to be over six feet tall and was very lean, like a cyclist or runner. He waved when he saw me and I waved back. He continued to jog for some distance before he stopped. He was quite far away when I saw him stop and turn to head back. He started to jog again and soon he was near me. He came to a stop maybe 10 feet from me.

"Great day," he said. He was breathing hard from running.

"Yeah it is," I replied.

"You know this isn't the nude beach," he said. More of a statement than a question.

"Oh, I guess I didn't check," I replied.

He then added, "It's about a mile from here but it's ok, you look good out here."

"Thanks," I said, pleased with the compliment.

I could see he was looking at my nipples and white skin.

"I'm so flat, I may as well be a guy," I commented with a bit of a shrug.

"You shouldn't worry about that, everyone is different," he said with a smile.

"I guess," I responded, looking down at the sand.

He stood there smiling at me. It gave me tingles.

"I haven't seen you around here before," he said.

"Yeah, I just moved here. This is my first day out," I responded.

"Yeah. Well congrats on moving to a great place," he said happily.

I smiled as I looked at his face carefully, checking to see if he knew I was a guy. He didn't seem to look at me differently so I thought he must think I'm a girl.

"Is that your towel?" he asked as he pointed to my towel and book.

I turned to where he was pointing and said, "Yeah, it is."

"Mind if I move mine over here?" he asked.

"Sure, if you want to," I said casually.

"I do," he said as he looked at me carefully.

I wasn't sure what to think because up to now, it was always about shocking or surprising someone by exposing my tits or landing strip. This guy didn't seem to care, and I didn't seem to care about shocking him. I guess it was because he seemed genuine and kind.

He walked a few hundred yards to where his stuff was. After picking up his towel, cooler, shoes, and some smaller things, he headed back. Reaching my location, he dropped everything and organized his towel and placed all of his items carefully. I could tell he was almost OCD about it.

"There we go," he said, satisfied with the layout.

He moved to sit down and said "Ladies first," gesturing with his hands to my towel.

I moved to my towel and sat down, feeling the warmth of the towel from the sun. I wasn't even self-conscious that I didn't have a top on. Once sitting, he sat down on his towel next to me.

"You picked a great place to live!" he said excitedly.

"Yeah? Seems like it," I replied, looking around to the water and sand as if confirming his statement.

"It is to me, especially now that you're here," he said as he was looking away. Maybe too shy to say it if he was looking at me. I was really, really confused because I appreciated the innocence of his approach. I wasn't feeling the sexual high I normally got during encounters but I was feeling something. "Connected," is the word that came to mind. I was feeling connected to this person.

"You want a beer?" he asked as his hand reached for the cooler.

"Sure, but only one. I didn't each lunch and I can't afford to get wasted," I said.

"Ok," he said as he opened two bottles and handed me one.

We clinked bottles and each took a sip. We just sat there quietly for a few minutes, taking in the view and having a few more sips. It was really relaxing to be here. Nothing like I had ever felt when I was dressed as a girl. I was always on the hunt to expose my intimates and get that high. Being on the hunt kept me laser focused on finding the next opportunity to show my tits or landing strip. Sitting here, I wasn't feeling that focus at all. I don't know how often I had ever felt this relaxed but I knew it wasn't often. Strange.

There was just a natural flow to the conversation. Each of us talking about where we worked, things we liked to do, favorite movies, books. It was a real conversation, not even something I had with people I worked with for years. Time just seemed to pass as we shared parts of our lives.

He reached to his cooler for another beer and opened it. He held it out towards me, probably more out of politeness than anything else. I moved my head back and forth declining the offer. I reached for my top and pulled the strap over my head. Now the front of it was in position and I just needed to hook the back.

"Can you help?" I asked as I turned my back to him. Placing his beer down, he reached over and hooked the back. I made some small adjustments and now my top was in place.

"Thanks. It seems like this is backwards. Normally, guys are trying to take bras off, not put them on," I said with a bit of a laugh.

"It's ok, whatever makes you comfortable is good with me," he said.

I was taken by his calm demeanor. He took a sip of his beer and as the bottle came down, I reached over, took it from his hand, put it to my lips, and took a sip. I gave him a quick glance and grin.

"Well, ok then," he said with a smile. He looked at me for a second then reached into the cooler for another bottle. Quickly opening it and moving it to his mouth, he took a big sip. We continued our conversation and the beer.

I really didn't have any lunch and now that I was almost done with my second beer, I was feeling it. Remember, size 2, 100lbs. It was nice letting my guard down, feeling like he had no expectations of me other than good company. We sat there just talking about random stuff and looking out at the waves as they came in. I had no sense of how much time had or hadn't passed. I was just in the moment.

With nowhere I needed to be, I was willing to stay here just because it was so enjoyable. We sat there and continued to talk. Soon enough we each had downed another beer. Definitely feeling the alcohol now, it felt like I was moving side to side in slow motion almost like I was listening to music. Feeling good. We were sitting within easy reach of each other and I saw him move his hand towards my leg. He let it fall on my thigh and gently touched it. Normally, I think I would have froze but I was relaxed, a bit tipsy, and, like I mentioned, feeling "connected" somehow.

He exerted a light squeeze on my thigh and said he was happy I was here.

I told him I was pretty glad I met him too. The sky was getting darker not just from the sun going down but also with a few clouds coming in. With three beers in me I was just going with the flow.

"I really liked what I saw today," he said as he looked at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure where this was going.

"You know, the no top thing," he said.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry I wasn't on the right beach," I replied.

"Don't be. Today you were definitely on the right beach. What I saw today was a confident person willing to just be out there and not worry about what others thought," he said smiling broadly at me.

My mind was racing as to what things I might say. In some ways, my mind immediately went into hunting mode, trying to figure out how best to expose myself and get that high I loved. But I could feel inside that this wasn't what was driving my thoughts.

"I wasn't sure what you were thinking when you saw me," I said as I thought back on the moment he jogged up to me.

"I thought you had the prettiest little body I had seen in a long time," he replied.

"I don't believe that for a minute," I laughed.

"No, really. You are just really cute," he replied.

"Thanks! I don't hear that very often," I replied. Internally I was asking myself if it was a coincidence that he used "cute", which is the word I always use when I see myself in the mirror.

With that, his hand reached up to my top and softly carressed my tits through the fabric. Then his fingers snuck under the bikini top to reach my nipples. I was already feeling good from the beers and his company and this just made it better. He leaned over to kiss me as he rubbed my nipples. I had never kissed a man before so this was uncharted territory. His lips gently met mine and I was surprised at how soft they were. He pushed the kiss further but I backed away. His hand pulling back as he saw my reaction.

"Sorry. I just didn't expect that," I said.

"No, No, I shouldn't have, we barely just met," he responded.

"No. Don't worry about it, your hand felt good," I replied as I reached for his hand and brought it back up to my top.

"You can keep doing it," I added.

With that, his hand went back under my top and he was exploring all parts of my nipples. They were definitely hard. My hand reached down to his jogging shorts to feel his hard cock. He moved closer to me making it easier for me to reach. I really wanted him. My use of the word "wanted" was different this time. I usually "want" to suck or be fucked. In this case, I "wanted" to be intimate with someone. This was a first for me.

He suddenly fell back onto the towel with his head kind of tilted to one side. He was looking kind of frozen like something was wrong. I instinctively bent over and reached for his face with my hands. I moved his head so he was facing up while I was assessing his closed eyes. His arms were limp. He wasn't moving or opening his eyes! I was scared and quickly looked out to the beach to see if someone was close by. No one. Because the sun had gone down, most people had already left. I could feel panic starting in me as I tried to think of what to do.

Suddenly he reached around me and pulled me in and started to kiss me. I was in shock but, for whatever reason, I started kissing him back. I quickly regained my senses and pulled back. He started laughing!

"You tricked me," I cried as I hit him on the chest. He kept laughing as he pulled me close and he started kissing me again. Like I had mentioned, I now "wanted" him. I kissed him back. I wasn't thinking about either of us as a guy or girl but as a connection. We kissed passionately and he moved his hands down my back and to my butt. He was squeezing and rubbing his hands over the fabric. He quickly found the top edge of my bikini and moved his hands in. He was caressing my ass, exploring my little body with eager hands. His tongue and lips exploring my mouth.

As our kissing continued, he started to move his hand to the front of my bikini bottom. He gently moved his fingers across my stomach and hips. His fingers slipped under the top edge of my bikini and found my landing strip. He started to move further down and I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He stopped immediately.

"I'm a guy," I confessed.

"Yeah, so what," was his response.

"So what?" I said with an angry tone. Like "You should be really upset at this," kind of tone.

"Yeah. So what? You and I are just out here enjoying each other. What difference does it make," he declared.

I didn't know what to make of the situation. I fully expected major rejection and possibly some anger. But that didn't happen. I quickly sat up bringing my knees closer to my chest. I was a little lost in thought because I was so confused by what was happening. He sat up and was just looking at me. No words or other gestures were being exchanged between us.

"I don't know what to do. This is new to me," I proclaimed.

"Well, we were doing what people normally do when they like each other," he said.

"But I don't know what to do next," blurted out of my mouth.

"That depends on what you want to do next," he said.

"I want more but I don't even know what that means," I said as I looked down at my feet.

"Ok. Do you want to keep making out, or go further, or stop?" he questioned.

After a second, he looked directly at me and added, "Do you want to be together tonight?"

My brain needed time to process all of this. I wasn't afraid or taken aback by his questions but I was in a place of no experience.

"I think I want you to know who I am before things go too far," I said as I looked at his face carefully.

"Sure. But can I kiss you?" he asked as he leaned in. His responses were throwing me off.

"No!" I said defiantly. I took his hand and placed it on my bikini bottom.

"This is me," I said as I put his hand right on the area of my cock. I just wanted to be matter of fact about this. Probably more for me than for him. Keep in mind that I have a small cock, like 3 to 4 inches. When inside a bikini or panties, it can disappear pretty easily.

"Yeah, I get it, but this doesn't keep either of us from feeling good," he replied as his hands rubbed the area.

I thought about his question about what I wanted to do.

"I want more," I said as I moved to kiss him. He moved to me and we started kissing again. With my top up above my nipples already, he moved my bottoms down towards my thighs and was rubbing my soft cock like a pussy. Now with my tits, landing strip, and little cock on full display, all I could do was watch for his reaction. His mouth moved down to my nipples and he started sucking as I looked down on him. His hands rubbing my little cock up and down. I tilted my head back from the pleasure I was getting. He moved from nipple to nipple as he gently stroked his fingers along my landing strip and down to my cock.

Getting up on his knees, he pulled his jogging shorts down and turned on the towel to get them off his ankles and feet. His cock was rock hard and standing straight out! He pulled my bikini bottom down and off and then moved over me, spreading my legs. Now both of us were naked on the beach!

"I can't. I'm not cleaned out," I said as I held him between my legs, not allowing him to go further.

"Can we go back to my place?" I questioned between heavy breaths. He bent over and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Sure," he said and instantly he got up to stand. He reached out a hand and pulled me up to stand with him on the towels. I put on my bikini and coverings while he pulled on his shorts and shoes. It took a bit of time to gather the cooler, towels, and the other things he had, but soon enough we were in my car driving back to my place.

"You look so pretty," he said as he smiled at me.

"You just want to get into my pants," I said with a laugh.

"Well, yeah! Probably. But look at you," he said with a grin.

They way he spoke and his easy smile just made me want him more.

Getting back to my place, we got inside and immediately started kissing again. He lifted my tshirt off and immediately started sucking my nipples.

"You sit here," I said pointing to the couch.

"Yes Ma'am," he replied.

"I'll be right back," I announced as I headed into the bathroom.