For our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband and I planned a 4-day beach getaway. We live in the middle of Florida, just a few miles from his parents. They agreed to take our 2 daughters while we were gone so that we could enjoy some much-needed time to ourselves.
Our oceanfront suite was about a 3-hour drive from our home. We left early on Thursday morning, and we planned to get in some beach time before checking in to our hotel. As my husband was driving, I told him that since we had the rest of the trip to lounge on the beach area around our hotel, that we should try another nice beach I'd researched that was about 40 minutes away from the hotel.
As soon as I told him the name of the beach, he gave me a devilish grin. He knew that I was talking about a nude beach - something he has been asking me to try for a few years. I have some big hang-ups about being naked, and the thought of people other than my husband seeing me naked has never appealed to me.
This was a bucket-list thing for him, though, that he really wanted to try. He keeps telling me how beautiful I am, and that there would be every shape, size, and age at a nude beach. He thought we would actually look pretty good on a nude beach in comparison to most others.
Let me describe myself a little. My favorite features about me are my blue eyes and my smile. I've been blessed with my mother's facial features and healthy white teeth. My husband compliments me often on both my eyes and my smile. So do my friends and the occasional stranger.
I am 5'6" tall, with average-sized breasts. My nipples are light-brown and extremely sensitive. My husband can make them stand at full attention and get my juices flowing very quickly with just some light touches or licks on my nipples. My stomach is fairly firm, with only a little bit of a mom-belly. Many hours both in the gym and on a bike have kept me in decent shape even after giving birth to two daughters.
In preparation for this trip, I have spent some extra time waxing and trimming my pussy so that the skimpy bikini bottoms that I bought will still keep everything concealed. I went from being hairy down there to a neatly-trimmed landing strip. And, yes, the carpet matches the drapes - light brown.
An extra benefit of my grooming is that my husband has gone down on me more often than usual in the past couple of weeks. His tongue has brought be to some amazing orgasms recently. I am hoping that trend continues.
My ass is curvy, and my legs are still well-toned for a 34 year-old woman. I have also spent some hours over the last few months at tanning salons, making sure that I don't have tan lines that will look silly with my new bikinis. I usually wear "mom" bathing suits and outfits around the kids, so lots of my skin rarely sees the sun. For now, there are no tan lines on my body at all. Just an all-over Floridian skin tone.
My husband confessed during our drive that he might have some trouble at the nude beach with erections. Seeing me and other women naked might excite him a little too much. I nodded and told him that if I see an erection on him or anyone else, I might get very turned on, too. I may want to give him a hand job or blow job right there. He said with a laugh that he would be fine with that.
I smiled back at him and said, "I have some good news, honey. I did a little extra research on this beach. There are 4 parking lots there. The first 3 lots lead to the regular nudist beach. Almost everyone on that beach are nudists or people that won't get horny at every naked body they see. No-sex and no-touching rules are strictly followed. They realize that occasionally erections do happen, but that erections are to shrink on their own with no assistance."
"The 4th lot is smaller and more isolated. It leads to a more secluded part of the beach where sexual activity is kind of tolerated. It's still against the rules, but not really enforced like at the main part of the beach. It sounds like that part might be better for people like us that might get horny and need to get off at times."
"I read that the only issue is that there can be creepy guys who want to watch people and jerk off. Regardless, I think we should give that part of the beach a try. Once I get over being naked in public, I can almost guarantee we'll want to fool around a little while we're there. Maybe we can find ways to be discreet or have sex out in the water, to keep away from any creepy guys. I really don't want an audience." As I finished that last statement, I noticed that I was getting a little wet between my legs. Hmm...
When we arrived at the beach, we made our way past the first 3 parking lots to the secluded 4th lot. There were many signs that said clothing or cover-ups were required in the lot area. Nudity was only allowed 75 yards away on the beach on the other side of the dunes. Thankfully, the lot had clean bathrooms and changing areas. We both used the facilities, then changed into our bathing suits.
My yellow bikini was intended to just barely cover my "assets". It was the skimpiest bikini that I had ever worn. I figured if I started out with next-to-nothing on, I could more easily transition to being fully naked. I put on a lacy cover-up that clearly showed the tiny yellow bikini underneath.
When we met back at the car, my husband smiled from ear-to-ear when he saw my new suit. I spun around slowly so he could get a full view. He whispered into my ear, "You look amazing!" and kissed me. I melted into his arms as our tongues danced together. We made out for a couple of minutes, and then put our bags of clothes in the trunk. As we were grabbing all of our beach gear from the trunk, I saw a guy at a nearby picnic table who had taken his cock out of his shorts and was stroking it. Sheesh - there's even creeps in the parking lot.
It was a pretty long walk with all of our gear. When we finally reached the end of the path through the bushes, the bright sun-drenched beach opened up in front of us. As we looked for a good spot to sit, we scanned the beach. I'd say there were 5 or 6 different couples already there. There were probably another 6 single men scattered along the sand. There was one group of six much older women, too.
Most of the people were to the right, so of course we veered left. We found a little area that had some seclusion with seagrass and other vegetation on one side. We decided to spend the day there.
As my husband set up the umbrella, I spread out the blankets and towels and positioned the chairs and cooler. Once everything was arranged, my husband made the first move, dropping his swimsuit to the ground. I stared at his cock as it immediately started rising to attention.
He peeled his shirt off and asked me to lotion him up. It was fun to spray him all over, then help him rub the lotion in. I took a little extra time squeezing his sexy ass and rubbing lotion along his now-hard cock. I was as aroused as he was.
While I was applying lotion to my husband, a man moved his towel from 20 yards away to a spot about 10 feet from our blankets. He introduced himself as Dan and asked if it was OK if he sat there. My husband said it was fine. Dan looked to be older than us, in his mid-40s maybe. He was skinny and had a deep bronze tan.
