With the weather turning cool and vacation ending, the lake has fewer visitors by mid-September between the growing amount of cool shaded areas and increasingly chilly water. Dedicated nudist visitors are less concerned by how the season draws to a close, but casual visitors become rare.
For various reasons, I had come by right at the edge of the day becoming acceptable. The dew mostly gone, the sun shining above the trees with leaves beginning to change color, water just starting to warm up from another almost cold evening.
Entering the standard area, a couple was already there. Their clothes were on each side, her shoes not quite heels and not quite intended for walking outdoors. Her underwear, black lace trimmed with a leopard print, were not really typical for daily wear either. The way that the blanket was put down and clothes heaped was a bit awkward or unpracticed, not something done on a regular basis.
I hung my jacket up on a tree, with both seeming to be casually aware of my arrival. Putting down the blanket and undressing, not paying any particular attention, though a bit curious regarding an unfamiliar naked couple. Looking over, making a quick appraisal, determining them to be roughly my age. Deciding to stretch out facing them while looking out over the water, resting back on my arms, curious to see what she looked like.
It took only a moment for my attention to be drawn, as they began to stroke and caress each other without concern of my presence. Sun tan lotion was decidedly not part of their actions, that rapidly went from making out to the start of obvious foreplay. A thought that definitely caused my cock to stir seeing their naked bodies. When they started to kiss intimately, tongues deep, hands roving over each other, it appeared something regularly done without caring who was around - or even because of it.
People do have sex at the lake, though rarely. I had actually been talking about this just a week ago with someone who said he had seen a couple just a couple of days beforehand while jogging in the morning. Noticing as they noticed, he said no big deal, though he added they did seem embarrassed. Embarrassment he did not quite understand, as a naked pair in a natural setting is likely to act naturally, so to speak. He certainly had in the past with different women. I agreed, saying that in my case it was always in the water, not on the shore.
Naturists as a group tend to frown on sexual displays, in part due to how that created a sexual reaction among spectators. Nudity is one thing, having sex something quite a bit different. However, swingers go to nude beaches too, if not necessarily often. The only true swinger pair I knew were devoted nude beach fans, with Karen being the first woman I saw openly nude who was not my partner. Several times over a week staying across from a nude beach, not particularly sexual, but still intriguing in a very understated way.
She was in no way shy, yet made no effort to flaunt her charms either, at least on the beach. Not that she was unaware of having them, especially a large lush bosom and a nicely rounded ass, but appearing on the beach naked was simply natural. The way she would wear nothing but a loose robe from the vacation house to the beach was considerably more erotic, and she knew it. Catching a flash of nipple or bush is much more tempting than seeing them completely revealed in a non-sexual context.
Knowing that someone does not care makes it easier to not care when caught looking, such as seeing the way her free breasts moved as we would go down the wooden steps over the dune. Or noticing how she would open her robe after going down the crest of the dune, exposing herself to anyone looking that way. I was 20 years younger than her, uncertain to what extent I was being teased compared to her simply not caring about being nude.
This was several years before learning that Karen was a devoted swinger, and even earlier than seeing the pictures taken by husband of her having sex with two men, in two separate sessions in the morning and afternoon of the same day, where she was fucked while going down on the other man's cock. That proof led to several orgasms, providing evidence that Karen is basically always looking for opportunities - or creating them.
In the town to which the beach belonged, there were at least four sex clubs, as seen on the screen of their laptop, left open on the coffee table as she poured herself another glass of wine while I sat at the dinner table a few feet away. Wearing nothing but one of her husband's thin white shirts, unbuttoned to the point that her breasts were almost completely exposed, nipples barely covered yet plainly visible under the taut fabric. The curves of her lush ass were accented by how the shirt hung just above it.
When she turned, her lovely bush parted the very bottom of the shirt halves. A view that lasted a while as she slowly sipped from the glass, leaning a bit against the counter. My cock grew quite stiff, as the sight was incredibly erotic. After having seen her naked, I did not need to imagine anything about the hot body being perfectly enhanced by the shirt barely concealing tempting flesh.
She asked whether I wanted a glass too, seemingly a bit amused at how I needed to focus on the question before answering it. She reached up for a glass, causing the shirt to ride quite high, allowing a glimpse of her pussy lips. This was the point I turned my head a bit, noticing what was displayed on the screen. Considering how my cock felt, it seemed better to simply not speculate further as she walked towards me, handing me the glass.
We drank our glasses together like that, noticing how she seemed to glance down at my now quite hard cock. Also noticing that she was likely drinking her third large glass of wine from the way she was talking and swaying, occasionally reaching out to hold my shoulder. Something that just happened to exquisitely show off her large, almost completely exposed breasts. The screen had gone dark, and seeing her condition, I just thought she had been curious. An idea that provided at least an explanation for why she seemed to be quite aroused, one not involving me and how horny I had become.
Bending down deep to put her empty glass on the table, bringing her breasts quite close to my face in an incredible down blouse view. Standing back up, she giggled a bit saying it was time to get back to the beach, to "look around." Coming out of their bedroom, she was wearing her beach robe open, the waist belt hanging down. "How do I look?" she asked, starting to tie the belt after giving me a full view of her body. My hand had actually gone under the table to feel my straining cock while looking, so I said something about one advantage of a nude beach was not needing to wear anything. She laughed, then left. As soon as the door closed, I started jacking off, unable to resist fantasizing about having sex with her.
The second time staying together at the same beach house 5 years later, she actually mentioned two sex clubs as we were driving through the town. Leaning over as we passed the second one, her large braless breast pressed against my arm as she said that the building was a sex club, adding the town had several nice ones. Her warm thigh was also along mine, and looking down, her dress was hiked up far enough over opened legs to see that she was also not wearing panties.
But on the beach with her husband, they were simply a pair familiar with each other, without sexual overtones. This does not mean that nothing ever occurs at a large beach, or a beach that might have a sort of reputation. I have no experience of the gay areas of larger nude beaches, to give an example of reputation.
Nonetheless, even on hetero nude beaches, the occasional explicitly sexual act occurs. Or ambiguous, as the case may be. During that first vacation, one day there was a woman, legs spread wide, right at the top of the beach near the wood planked exit, exposed to anyone looking that way. I was not the only one to enjoy the view of her open glistening pink pussy. Her attitude was hard to decipher, almost a state of humiliation in very submissive fashion, but her clearly horny cunt looked completely fuckable, not that she made the least invitation to anyone.
Further down along the same beach several days later during that vacation, I saw two dark haired, full bodied nude women kissing in the waves, and when returning from the end of the beach, they were fairly clearly fingering each other as the waves lifted them, breasts moving up and down as the water level changed, nipples rubbing, enjoying paradise together. The expression on their faces was exactly what one expected when a woman is getting off, though some distance was involved. A distance that allowed a more discrete ability to watch them make love in the green rolling waves between the sandbar and beach as I walked.
Another publicly observed sexual activity more than a decade and a half later was not ambiguous or discrete, a man openly fingering the pussy of a naked woman, legs provocatively open next to him at the top of the beach, where anyone could see. Something unusual, but not attracting a lot of attention, though it appeared the couple was interested in exhibiting themselves. Nudists, in the broad sense, avoid sexual activity outdoors for a variety of reasons, starting with the fact that nudism really is not about sex.
Public mixed saunas are a bit different, as naturists are definitely not the only visitors by any means. Everyone being nude in a public space among complete strangers can lead to some of the situations that nudists avoid. I have seen more sexual activity at mixed saunas, especially female masturbation, than ever at any nude beach.
Men have the disadvantage of being obvious when aroused, leading to a certain restraint in most settings. Women can be more subtle. I have sat next to and across from a female couple in a crowded sauna pool, and saw how both used a foot and toes to pleasure each other in the water in the public space. A woman I know was quite addicted to cumming using specific water jets at two different saunas, though only when she thought no one would notice. However, roughly familiar with the timing of the jets, she would check several times during a visit to see whether they were on.
Staying in the pool until they started, often floating right next to the jet with a certain attitude that could not be described as casual. Her anticipation was often plain whenever it appeared she could be discrete, looking around to check. After starting to feel the pulsing water jet against her pussy, holding on to the wall with legs bent and spread, her concern about other people disappeared completely. In contrast, my concern about getting hard watching her as she openly positioned herself for maximum pleasure only grew.
