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.
Through the branches I was able to see a gorgeous ass, framed by tan lines created by an absent Speedo, pumping up and down in the brilliant light of the sun. A closer look brought the scene into focus and more detail.
Sprawled on the ground was a beautiful well-built man with an all-over tan and dark features. The body on top of him was more slender, blonde and tan except for where his swimsuit had been. Each figure was devouring the hard cock of the other in a classic "69" position. Occasionally a moan, whimper or slurp escaped from one of the active mouths as a rigid shaft slipped out of a busy orifice.