There were not a lot of people on the nude beach on the hot afternoon in the middle of the week. In fact, I had not seen a single person all afternoon. After laying in the blasting sun for about two hours, I really needed to get up and move around to cool off a bit. It was so relaxing and freeing to stroll along the river totally nude with the water lapping against my ankles.
About a half mile down the beach from my towel a trail took off up the embankment to a little bluff overlooking the long stretch of beach. The movement of the trees along the ridge created an invitation to enjoy the breeze up above. I kind of struggled up the sandy hill. With each step forward I slipped two steps backwards. The effort paid off when I reached the top, turned around and was able to take in the view of the beach, the wide river and the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
It was odd walking along the dirt path taking in the scenery and feeling like the last person on Earth. I still had not run into another sun worshipper or even seen anyone below me on the stretch of sand lining the blue water.
Then I heard a whimper from a beyond the group of trees up the trail from where I had stopped to enjoy the cool breeze on my hot, sweaty flesh. It almost sounded like an animal in pain. I strolled up to the trees and the noise turned to moans of pleasure mixed with the sounds of slurping.