Justine had always loved to attend the local nude beach when we dated 15 years ago. When she called me up and invited me to return, it excited me to think of what views might be in store. My recollections of the nude beach were that there were many sagging balls and gay men, many nipple, and other assorted piercings but very little actual pussy! This assured Justine of being the center of attention.
When we arrived at the nude beach we noticed a sign for a Greek fest at a neighboring beach. It sounded like it might be something worth checking out on the way home.
We proceeded to a nice spot and laid down our towels and stripped. Justine's ass was still beautiful at forty, she really took great care of herself. I just loved her apple breasts, despite the onset of years they were still delicious to look at and to taste. I dabbed a little sun block on her back and massaged her, trying my best not to impale her with my hardening cock. I tried to be as discreet as one can be as I used my cock and balls to spread a blob of sun block across her ass cheeks. I think a neighboring couple spied us though. I simply didn't know how to behave at a nude beach!
Watching Justine frolic in the surf was everything I remembered it to be. She was a playful nymph, her bouncing breasts a metronomic invitation for all eyes on the beach. Watching her dive head first after a Frisbee into the surf made me realize that Justine was still the woman I remembered. After 3 full hours of sun bathing and frolicking in the salty surf, we put our suits back on and began to head home. We spotted the sign for the Greek fest once again and decided we would check it out before the long drive home.