"I can't believe that you've not been here before," Greg said, still genuinely surprised.
"Well, I have lived a pretty sheltered life, you know," I said only half-jokingly.
"Well Valerie," Greg replied, "prepare to live unsheltered from now on. Hey! Over there looks like a good spot. What do you think?"
We were standing on a small but idyllic beach. It was popular with naturists because it was beautiful but mainly because the long drive and steep bushwalk required to reach it deterred most other people. The beach itself was a narrow coastal strip of golden sand surrounded by bush and the ocean. Because of this and its association with naturists it was known locally as the 'Coastal Strip'.
Greg had indicated a shady area under a casuarina tree where the sand and bush met. It was pretty and sheltered from any wind or prying eyes - any textile beachcombers that did show up would not notice us at all, yet we could see the breakers and had a lovely view of the headland and of the bushland behind us. A few walking tracks lead through the bush here and there.
"Yes, it's perfect!" I agreed.
"Well, then," Greg said mock-bowing, "welcome to your first nude beach. May it not be your last!"
We laughed and spread out our towels and generally set up our little site for the day.
"Now for the unveiling!" Greg said eagerly. "Strip off! I want you to go first!"
Faced with actually stripping off for the first time in a kind-of public setting, I suddenly began to feel a little self-conscious. I hesitated. Even Greg hadn't seen me naked that often, let alone strangers and I felt a little reluctant. Greg was watching me intently. I wondered why I'd been so keen on the idea.
Just then, a man appeared out of the bush strolling down one of the walking tracks that went past our site. He was an older man with greying hair, a pleasant face and a figure that was just beginning to go a little soft in the middle.
He was naked.
I hadn't seen very many naked men before. I couldn't help it, but my eyes were drawn towards his penis. Limp and unencumbered, it swayed like a sexy pendulum as he walked towards us, hypnotising me. For a soft penis, I thought, it seemed quite long.
"Oh, hi," he said stopping near our site. "I didn't realise there was anyone here," he said apologetically.
"We've just arrived," Greg explained.
"So I see," he said, meaning that we were still dressed, I supposed.
He stood there smiling and looked at both of us and me in particular. He had trimmed his pubic hair and shaved his balls in a manner that showed-off his nice long penis and scrotum in a very attractive way.
"Valerie and I were just about to strip off," Greg volunteered, maybe a little too freely, I thought, since this was the first person we had met.
"Oh, sorry if I interrupted you," he said.
"This is Valerie's first time at a nude beach," Greg continued. "She is a little nervous."
"Oh, is that so?" the man seemed interested. "Maybe it would be better if I continue my walk and leave you two in peace, then."
I don't know why, how or where it came from, but I suddenly felt a strong urge to undress: I did want to be naked. I wanted to be naked in front of others. I wanted to be naked in front of this stranger! If he walked on this might be my only chance! All of my self-conscious hesitations and second thoughts had simply vanished in an instant.
"No," I said, "it's alright, you don't need to rush off if you don't want to. It's a public beach. And, besides, we're going to strip off anyway."
To prove it, I turned to face him directly. I slipped the strap of my loose beach dress from my left shoulder and then the other strap from my right shoulder and let it fall to the sand. It formed a circle around my feet.
My breasts are small and pointy, topped with small dark brown areolae. Exposed now, my nipples were hard and raised and the little areolae crinkled: I was aroused. No doubt this was partly due to the excitement of the situation, partly due to nervousness and partly fear of what could happen. I made sure to keep my arms by my sides so that my small spikey mounds were clearly visible.
The stranger and Greg looked at me; both were wearing a broad smile. I thought I saw the stranger's long cock stir just a bit as he took in my slim body and my exposed little tits. I wondered if he had noticed the signs of my own arousal.
I was still wearing a pair of white briefs. With the two men watching me and my eyes fixed on the naked stranger, I slipped my panties down and nimbly stepped out of them.
Suddenly, I was standing completely naked in front of two men, one a total stranger who was naked and getting an erection, and to whom I had only just said hello a few minutes ago. It was very exciting.
I placed my hands on the back of my hips, feet slightly apart, in what I hoped was a confident display of my naked body. The dark triangle of my trimmed pelt of pubic hair was clearly visible.
I felt their eyes scanning my entire body, especially my pubes and my tits. Deliberately, I turned and bent over to pick up my discarded dress and panties and placed them in my beach bag that lay on the towel behind me. I felt their eyes examining my narrow ass and its secret valley. I felt empowered.
Standing up again, I smiled, "Wow! This is so exhilarating and very nice as well!"
"Well," the man replied, "you look very nice."
His cock was now about halfway hard. It was cut, long, not too thick. He was much older, yes, but still attractive.
In the meantime Greg had quickly stripped off. His cock was at ninety degrees. He didn't seem to mind. We were just three naked people chatting together.
"It feels great, doesn't it Valerie?" Greg said.
"Yes, it does," I said laughing.
I couldn't take my eyes off the older man's cock which was now quite hard. I began to wonder what it might feel like to hold a long cock like that. He must have noticed where my gaze was directed and he looked down.
"Oh, excuse me," he said, "I'd better get back to my camp. It's back this way," he indicated vaguely. "Good to see you both, though."
He turned and walked back the way he had come. He had a nice cute ass that was in shape and didn't sag.
"I told you," Greg reminded me, "you would love it!"
"And I do," I said. "He was a nice man, don't you think?"
"Yeah for sure," Greg agreed. "Most of the people here are very friendly. He was pretty well endowed, too."
"I didn't notice too much," I lied and we both burst out laughing.
We put suncream on each other and laid down on our towels to enjoy our time in warm, dappled sunlight.
Occasionally, other naked walkers would pass by on the track. Each time I turned hoping to see the stranger from earlier, but it was always someone else.
"I might go for a walk," Greg said standing up and rubbing his balls. "See what the bush is like. Interested?"
"Maybe later," I said. "I might have a little rest. Tell me what it's like."
"Ok," Greg agreed, "I won't be long."
He walked down the track and his naked ass disappeared from view. I rolled on to my tummy and rested my head on my folded arms, dozing.
I heard a track walker stroll by. I pretended to be asleep and didn't moved as they passed.
Thinking about the walkers stirred the boldness that I had felt when I was with the naked stranger. I decided to repositioned my towel. Now when I lay on my tummy, my legs would extend towards the track. When I laid down I spread my legs a little. I hoped that I would provide a titillating view for any passing track walkers.
After a little while I heard the footsteps of a walker. I heard them approach and pause nearby. That was the first time a walker had paused - was my little 'show' working? I felt a mix of excitement and mild panic.
I hoped they liked the view I was offering. My thoughts quickly became more base. I wondered if they could see my asshole or the slit of my pussy, my cunt? After a short time the footsteps headed off again and I returned to my private fantasies.
Soon there were more footsteps approaching. Another walker? Or had the last one just come back? Was it the stranger? I couldn't tell. Again they paused nearby.
I thought about this walker admiring my bum from the track and imagined what they might be thinking. Quite unexpectedly, I felt a hand caress my inner thigh and glide smoothly upwards to my naked ass cheek. The touch was light. Tentative. Cautious.
I lay still, eyes closed, holding my breath. How had they gotten so close without my realising? My initial anxiety though, soon gave way to a feeling of excitement.
They must have thought that I was asleep, I suppose, due to the lack of any evasive action on my part. The touching continued and soon became more confident. The invisible hand groped and squeezed both of my ass cheeks and then, I felt a finger deliberately run down the crack of my ass. It was electrifying. I had never been touched there before. I liked it!
After more caresses on my buttocks, I again felt the mystery fingers sliding down my ass crack, only this time they paused to tease my hole. Involuntarily, I raised my hips slightly and adjusted my legs.
The teasing fingers quickly took advantage of the improved access. They probed further and found the slit of my cunt's lips. I felt them tease me open and try to enter me slightly. I was getting wet.
The mystery hands fingered the entrance to my cunt for a few moments and then, sliding upwards, with now moistened fingers, probed the rosette of my ass hole with more intent. They entered it slightly. My excitement was intensifying exponentially. No-one had teased me like this before, ever!
Then suddenly, the touching stopped and I heard the footsteps moving quickly away. There were other footsteps approaching. It was Greg. My mystery molester must have heard him approaching. I felt slightly disappointed.
"All Ok?" he asked. I noticed that his cock was semi-hard. Was there a small whiteish droplet leaking from his penis's slit?
"Yes," I replied, "I am having a fantastic time here! How was the walk?"
"It was great," Greg replied. "You should have a wander. Lots of birds and lizards. Interesting plants."
