The moon is full and golden, riding high in the almost cloudless sky as we grab our blankets and coolers from the trunk of the car and make our way down the dark beach. There is a luminscent blue path of moonlight on the calm expanse of the Long Island Sound, the tiny waves occasionally hissing and splashing as they slap upon the shore.
The beach is deserted, which is pretty much what the four of us had hoped. We're here to go skinny dipping and drink some beer, activities that are not exactly legal in this place, but once we've walked about a half mile along the shore, we're safe from prying eyes.
After spreading the blankets, our talk becomes small and obviously nervous, the ice broken when your friend Laura is the first to strip. She's dark haired, of Nicaraguan descent, her thick locks neatly tied back, about 5-foot-two with a muscular swimmer's body. She's cute, too, and as I pretend to fiddle with our cooler, I sneak glances at her as her t-shirt comes off over her head, exposing sexy breasts with big round dark nipples. She unfastens her jean shorts and yanks them down her hips. Her panties come with them and I see that her pussy is completely shaved.
"Nice," says her boyfriend Greg, who is sipping a beer and admiring her.
"You like it?" she asks, stepping out of her shorts and standing before us, hands on her hips, her legs slightly spread. I figure that you won't mind me looking. She's asking for an opinion.
"I got a full Brazilian," she continues.
"Did it hurt?" you ask.
"Oh, yeah, but I think it'll be worth it," Laura smiles, looking at Greg, who nods. "They say it makes sex feel even better, especially oral sex."
"Think I should get one?" you ask me as you stand up and unfasten your cotton floral print skirt.
"If you want," I say, not wanting to offend you by suggesting that I don't love you as you are, but still secretly hoping you'll decided to shave yourself clean. I've never had a woman with a completely bald pussy and I'd love to know if what they say is true.
You nonchalantly drop your skirt on the blanket and then pull down your pale blue panties. You have a sweet, soft full bush of red hair between your thighs that I love to nuzzle, but I'll gladly do without for the sake of adventure.
"I'm kind of hairy under here," you say, turning to Laura and putting one foot up on the cooler so she has a full view of your pussy lips. I notice Greg is admiring your ass.
"They can take care of that," Laura says as you unbutton your blouse, peel it off your shoulders and daintly drop it on top of your skirt. Your body fairly glows in the moonlight, with your small, pert breasts and bottom-heavy, hip-py figure. I like that you are keeping your sandals on.
"Well?" you ask me and Greg as your fingers nimbly tie your hair back.
"Yeah, gotta show us yours. We showed you ours," Laura giggles.
Greg and I glance at each other a little sheepishly. We've all been friends for years, but this is the first time we've ever done this together. Obviously, you and Laura are very comfortable with each other -- you're about as close as friends can get, even to the point of flirting with each other. But after taking a couple of swigs of beer, I set my bottle down and peel off my t-shirt and then my shorts. I pause before lowering my briefs. My cock is half-hard, but I drop them anyway.
"Ooooh," Laura giggles. "You're right. He does have a nice one."
Then Greg unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, underwear and all. His completely shaved, circumsized cock is long and thick and not even hard.
"I guess he wins," I sigh as I notice you two gazing at it while he takes off his shirt.
"Now, now," you laugh.
And so we spend the next hour or so sitting crosslegged, drinking beer, chatting and enjoying the quiet night's breeze. There doesn't seem to be any mosquitoes out, which is good, because they'd have a feast. It feels so good to be naked in the warm night air, and the scenery is gorgeous, especially you and Laura.
Finally, after we've all had three or four brews, Laura stands up and asks Greg, "Want to take a walk?"
"Sure," he says. And off they go down the beach, beers in hand.
"Want to go for a swim?" you ask, rising so your sweet pussy is at eye level.
