The Beach
He approached to outcrop of rocks, it was approaching noon, and he had been walking for almost an hour, it was twenty minutes or so since he last saw anyone on the beach. He looked over his shoulder at the empty beach behind him; he commenced to climb the rocks that separated the beach he had just strolled along and the unseen beach the other side of the outcrop.
As he climbed to the top of the rocks, the physical effort of climbing and the rising summer sun caused his head and torso to be swathed in sweat. He stripped off his T-shirt, and hung it over the strap of his rucksack, then climbed down to the beach on the far side of the rocks. He saw that it was a small, horse shoe shaped bay, with a beach of clean golden sand about twenty yards from the sea to the cliff base. Jumping the last few feet he landed on the deserted beach, he checked the cliffs and could see no habitation of any kind atop of the eighty-foot cliffs. Dropping his rucksack to the floor, he slipped from his rope sandals, slide his shorts down to his ankles along with his swimming briefs, now completely naked he ran to the deep blue yet transparent sea and dived into the onrushing waves.
The water was cold at first to his sweating body, but soon he became accustomed to the water temperature, and the welcoming cooling effect it had on his tanned body. He swam and played in the waves for almost thirty minutes, before he stood and walked to the beach, collected his pile of possession and wandered to the centre of the horse shoe bay. He retrieved his towel from the rucksack, laid it out on the sand, placed his rucksack as a pillow and laid out in the sun, on his back for some serious sunbathing.
The midday sun was beating down; as her closed his eyes he could feel the sun rays touching every part of his naked body, he felt wonderfully rested and at ease with the world. After a short while he was on the verge of dropping off to sleep, when a shadow was cast over his face, he opened his eyes to be greeted the site of a bright yellow dress, two long tanned legs emerging from the dress. His eyes became accustomed to the light, and then he saw a beautiful blonde girl of about twenty-two, shoulder length blonde hair, apparently ample bust, trim waist and firm tanned thighs disappearing up under the dress.
"Do you know that this is a private beach?"
She was standing about a foot from him, her feet by his head, as he ran his gaze over her wonderful figure, his eyes followed her thighs upwards and he thought, no he was almost certain her could see the lips of her pussy.
"No, I'm sorry I didn't realise, I just kept walking from my hotel, I didn't see any private signs, I'm very sorry." He apologised. She now had a small smile on her face, and explained,
"There are no signs, we don't get many people this far along the beach, so as you are here now, you can make yourself useful and look after my things while I go for a swim."
Before he could agree, she reached behind her neck with one hand and unclipped the halter neck strap of her sun dress, the dress fell to sand, he had a mili-second view of her breasts before the dress fell over his eyes. He pulled the dress from his face, to find she was gone, raising himself to one elbow he saw her running down the beach to the sea, completely naked. He confirmed that she had a very trim figure, small waist, beautiful small but firm bum, as she turned at the seas edge to wave to him; he caught a glimpse of her ample breasts, before she dived into the waves. She looked wonderful.
Should he join her in the waves, no he was already in her bad books for being on her private beach, the least he could do was as she had instructed him, so he guarded her dress and beach bag, watching her play in the sea. After a few seconds he was aware of a stirring in his groin and his prick was growing, as he enjoyed the view of her naked play in the sea. It was ten minutes before she swam to the shoreline and then stood up in the waist depth water, then began walking towards him. Her shoulder length blonde hair flat against her head as she rang her hands over her face and then her hair. His eyes lowered their gaze to her wonderfully firm and ample breasts dripping wet. He was now half-erect, and was trying not to be, but the harder he tried to control his erection, the harder and bigger it got.
As she walked from the sea, the more of her wonderful 36-24-36, five feet six inch body was revealed, her trim waist, her naval, her hips, then her pubic mound, devoid of any pubic hair. She shook water from her breasts and stomach as she walked from the back towards him.
By the time she walked back to him, he was fully erect, and solid as a steel rod, he thought about putting something over the erection, her dress perhaps, but too late, she stood by his feet, looking down at him. Not so much as at him, more looking at his proud erection.
"Bloody hell, is that all you, more to the point is that all real". She exclaimed.
He smiled at her look of amazement or was it just sheer lust,
"Yes, it's all me, it's all real and it's solid". He replied with pride.
She knelt down at the side of him, staring at his erection,
"I'm Susan, and I've never seen such a wonderfully large erection as yours, and I have seen a few. How big is it, twelve, thirteen inches?"
"Hi, I'm Alan, and the answer to you question is, the last time I measured it, it was fifteen inches long". He replied.
"I'm sorry to stare" she said almost drooling, "It's such a wonderful monster, so beautiful, so proud and so large. I just can't take my eyes of it".
He laughed and said, "That's the way it responds to a beautiful lady, especially a naked beautiful lady with a wonderful figure and the most wonderful natural breasts I've ever seen".
She placed her hands under her breasts and raised them to make them wobble and bounce about her chest, then retorted,
"Thank you kind sir, I'm glad that you appreciate my tits as much as I appreciate your wonderful erection. Would it be OK to touch it, just to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me".
He moved closer to her and said,
"I'm sure that Percy the pink pussy poker would love to be felt by you".
She knelt over his body. Tentatively took hold of his erection with one hand and squeezed it, then she ran her finger to the head of his erection, running her finger over the large purple, blood engorged head. She placed her other hand onto his erection, below her other hand. Next she slid both hands down the entire length of the erection, down to his stomach, which was devoid of pubic hair. Holding his erection firmly at the base she manoeuvred the head to her breasts and played it against her now erect nipples.