September is a lovely time of the year in Sydney. The winter chills have given way to a blissful warm sun, but the full blaze of the summer heat has not yet arrived. It is about this time each year that my body clock decides it needs some rays to shake off the winter blues. Luckily, I have a wonderful little beach within decent walking distance of my home.
It was a lovely September Saturday that I set out for Cobblers Beach, a little nudist beach nestled away from the crowds in Sydney Harbour. I first went there with a boyfriend on a dare about ten years ago. We went there regularly until we broke up. My ex-husband never liked the idea of it, so I didn't go there when I was married, but after the divorce I found myself drifting back to there. It was liberating. I never had any inhibitions about being naked, or being adventurous with sex, it just felt natural to me. I liked having an all over tan, and I must admit I didn't mind the idea of men (and very occasionally women) ogling my body and trying to catch a fleeting glimpse of my bald cunt, even if the men in particularly were pretty old, old perverts in most cases. I packed a little hamper of some cheeses and some dips, and threw into my cooler bag about half a dozen Bacardi Breezers that had been in the fridge for awhile. I put on my swimming costume and a loose top and a sarong to wend my way down to the beach.
It was a walk that I always enjoyed it. Thinking about the cool refreshing water lapping over my bare skin that was waiting at the end of the walk was always motivation. As I was walking down, my mind drifted to the current lack of action in my sex life. After my marriage dissolved, I had become a bit of a fan of NSA -- "no strings attached" sex. I had a busy and successful career and didn't really need a man to look after me, but I was a highly sexed woman and needed my urgings satisfied. Yes, I did have my toys and they were certainly very pleasurable, but I loved men and I loved having a man or men eat my cunt. I had partaken in group sex a number of times, which had the advantage of a number of hard cocks available to keep a woman satisfied.
Due to my work schedule I hadn't gone "on the hunt" either in bars or online for about three months. I thought it would be hard to top my last sexual encounter where I ended up having an impromptu threesome as the flatmate of the guy I went home with joined in. My shaved cunt was repeatedly plugged by cock for hours on end. The last week in particular I had found myself hornier than usual, playing with myself as I lay in bed before I got up for work, and again at night, which I thought of as my "nightcap".
I went along the trail that led to the beach and emerged to find it fairly deserted, just a few of couples and the occasional single man spread out along the length. I headed over to the western corner of the beach which was always my favourite location. I put my towel and my bag down and disrobed. I do not have a models body, but it is not too bad for someone in their early thirties. I have an hourglass "rubenesque" figure, my tits could be bigger but men have never been disappointed with them. I have been told numerous times that my best physical asset is my ass. I have a pretty large ass for my body size that men always seem to love to grope and spank. I have a bit of a belly. I like to keep my cunt shaven.
After I got settled on the beach I toddled off for a bit of a dip. The water was cold, colder than I expected but it felt invigorating after what turned out to be quite a hot walk. I guessed it was a warmer day than the weather bureau had predicted. I spent about ten minutes in the water, before I got back out. As I got out I noticed that three old men had settled themselves on the beach just down from where I was, they had disrobed, out of the corner of my eye I could see their flaccid dicks and dangling balls flailed around as they got themselves comfortable.
"G'day Love," one of them said politely as I walked past.
"Hello there," I responded rather inanely.
At first I thought they may have been gay, but the recognised gay nudist beach (Obelisk Beach) was just down the road, and the way their eyes followed my wobbling body as I walked suggested that they were into women. Oh well I mused to myself, three nudists out to catch some rays and no doubt view some tits and ass, and maybe even a glimpse of snatch. They looked late 50s maybe early 60s, but they seemed in pretty good shape. Their deep bronze skin suggested that they were likely to be regular visitors to nudist beaches, although I couldn't recall seeing them here previously.
I took out some nibbles and a drink, closed my eyes beneath my sunglasses, and just relaxed. An hour or so passed and I had consumed another two drinks before deciding to again wander off for another quick dip. The three old men were still there and I noticed by the looks of things they had polished off a couple of bottles of wine between them.
"Going in for another dip are we?" asked the old man who spoke to me previously.
As I responded "yes", I noticed this man had the most amazing blue eyes, hypnotic even. The other two old men were staring at my tits and my crotch. I didn't care; if you are going to go to a nudist beach then you should expect people will stare at you. I could feel three pairs of eyes fixated on my ass as I continued to walk into the water. I stayed in there for about five minutes before emerging and heading back to where I was. I had another drink, before dozing off on the beach. I didn't know how long I had been asleep for, maybe half an hour I guessed, perhaps a bit less. When I awoke I realised that I had opened my legs slightly in my sleep. I had probably been affording the three old men, the slightest glimpse of my cunt. They were looking in my direction and smiling and I shifted slightly and sat up, feeling the eyes on my tits now.
"Why don't you come and join us?" beckoned the one with the bombardier eyes.
"We won't bite, promise," he added playfully.
I politely rejected the offer with a coy shake of my head and got another drink out, my last one.
As I lay back down one of the men came striding through the sand towards me. I lifted myself of the ground quickly as the old man with the lovely blue eyes greeted me.
"A glass of wine for madam," he said in a faux regal accent as he offered me a glass of white.
"It is a Verdelho from Ray's estate in the Hunter Valley," gesturing to one of the men still sitting down who waved back.
The man broke off the false accent and said:
"Joe is my name and that is Ray down there whom indeed does have a boutique vineyard in the Hunter Valley and has just come down to Sydney for the week to drum up some sales at the local north shore restaurants. Our other friend there is David. I'll leave you to the wine and when I come back to give you a refill, let me know what you think of it.
I smiled and said "thank you", marvelling at how close up his eyes looked even more dreamier than they had done from a distance. As Joe straightened up, I noticed two other things. First, his cock was quite large. Second, it was partly erect and waggled tantalisingly out in front of him as he trotted back to join the other two. Being near my naked body had obviously turned him on.
I sipped the wine and it tasted divine. I am no wine connoisseur but this tasted tantalisingly crisp and fruity, just like a good Verdelho should. I gave an appreciative smile to the three of them and continued sip it. As late afternoon was approaching I noticed that most people had vacated the beach. But I was in no hurry. I had been working hard and deserved an extended laze and felt extremely light headed from my imbibing. As I continued to sip my wine, Joe returned carrying an opened bottle of wine, his now flaccid penis jiggling as he walked.
