You're really not supposed to stare at a nude beach. I knew this, but between my sunglasses and the natural glances one takes in such a beautiful spot, I probably fooled only myself into thinking I was being smooth. The fact that we sat so close to each other on the beach everyday was just a fluke- hey, sometimes I was there first!
Red Beach, on the island of Crete, has a collection of umbrellas for rent on one end, near the high cliffs that flank the perfect strip of sand that so many nudists hike to experience. This area is where nudists tend to gather, and quite close to each other, and I was really enjoying the view. One woman had caught my eye since the first day, and every day since then. Her dark tan looked amazing with her shoulder-length blonde hair and pretty face. Her body was impressive: short, petite, fit, especially evidenced by a killer ass. Judging by her husband, who had to be in his fifties, she must be in her forties, at least!? And yet there she is with a body that 25-year-olds would be lucky to have. She looked like she could jog back to Germany if she needed to!
And yes, they were German. I'd picked up as much from the snippets of conversation I overheard, between them and other beachgoers. If you couldn't tell by her deep tan and lack of tan lines, her absolute comfort being naked showed that she did this a lot. She moved so confidently, never covering her body when she moved, and laid out so openly that everyone got great views when coming back from a swim. Her husband moved just as confidently, but he was older, out of shape, and didn't interest me, as it seemed the beach didn't interest him. He was constantly reading a stack of papers stapled together, which prompted my own mental narrative of the situation: he was a lawyer, looking over some briefs... absolutely obsessed with work, even on vacation! His advanced age and work distractions meant that his younger wife was not being paid attention to, and certainly not being fucked properly! If only they had a younger man to help out... well, I could do that.
I noticed the couple, like me, enjoyed staying late on the beach to watch the sunset. Most of the people had packed up and disappeared by sunset, wanting to make the hike over the mountain, back to town, before it got dark. So it was that after 3 days of staring at this woman, we were somewhat alone, and I finally decided to announce my existence. As the sun set, I approached them and asked if one of them would take a picture of me. Thankfully they spoke English, and even more thankfully the husband replied, "Oh, she'd be better at that!"
Sure enough, she jumped up, accepted my phone, and began taking pictures. I started with my back turned, facing the sunset, to not be too overt with my nudity. But I sensed her moving around, taking pictures from different angles, and getting quite comfortable doing it. She made a couple of comments in simple English with a cute accent, "Wait a minute! One from here... yes, that's good." Wow, she seems ok with it! So, I turned around, and she didn't miss a beat. She crouched on the ground to get a low angle, she came to the side, she backed up, suddenly I was in my first nude photoshoot, and evidently, I was enjoying it. My cock started to move, it began to straighten and extend towards her and away from the sunset I was supposed to be focused on. She looked over to her husband and said something in German, which made them both chuckle. Was that about me? I thanked her as she passed my phone to me.
"Make sure they are good!" She said to me cheerfully, and stood next to me as I scrolled through.
"Oh yes, great work!" I replied, having trouble focusing on the phone as I thought about how comfortable she was standing naked next to an equally nude stranger.
"I think this is in some of the pictures," she said, as she cupped my balls briefly, suddenly, with her small hand, and ever so lightly ran her fingers along my cock, pulling her hand away. It happened so quickly, my eyes shot over to her and then to her husband, who didn't seem bothered and stared at his phone.
I cleared my throat, "So have you two been to any other nude beaches on the island? I've only been to this one and just keep coming back every day- it can't get better than this, right?"
"We've only been to this one," she answered, "But we went to a waterfall that was beautiful! I'll show you!" She rummaged in her bag and pulled out her phone, bringing it back over to me.
She stood in front of me so I could look over her shoulder, and as she flicked further through the pictures, she leaned over, ensuring I could see, and stepped back an inch or two. By now my cock had begun to relax, but it still stood out enough to poke her in the back. I tensed up immediately, and looked down waiting for her reaction. But there was none, and looking down meant seeing her toned ass, which only encouraged my cock to continue poking. I placed a hand innocently on her hip and leaned forward to study the pictures on her phone, as if I'd never seen a waterfall before that moment.
We looked at her photo collection, or pretended to, enjoying the moment for as long as seemed socially acceptable. She then reached a hand behind her back and wrapped it around my cock, squeezing it, and spoke in German again, to her husband, sitting just a few feet in front of us. The conversation went back and forth a few times. The tone was pleasant, and her hand never left my cock, but they could have been discussing the weather for all I knew.
Then her husband looked up at me, "My wife is shy. She wants to ask you to visit our hotel tonight. She has asked me about it, and I think it's a great idea. What do you think?"
She turned and smiled at me. How could I say no?
I couldn't believe my luck. I agreed immediately! They gave me their details and we made plans to meet later that evening. I hiked back over the hill, ate dinner in town, then made the short drive to my hotel to shower and get ready.
After washing off the salt and sunscreen, I stood naked in my room, applying lotion after a long day in the sun. I could feel my heart already pounding as I ran my hands over my body. I'm in my mid-thirties and exercise often, always trying to add muscle. I'm tall and slender with broad shoulders, and when you add that to my smooth head and lack of body hair, it means people often assume I'm a competitive swimmer. I flexed my arms in the mirror, mentally psyching myself up for the evening, before sliding my hands down my abs to my cock. It could grow to 7 inches, but I wasn't trying for that now! Instead, I innocently applied lotion and moved on, but my mind was thinking ahead to what fun would happen tonight. We'd made no pretences- the plan was certainly sex. We had even discussed when our last STI checks had been, and agreed we were ready and available to play, but my mind swirled with questions and possibilities. Would we have a drink first, or get right to playing? Would he watch? Would he join in? Would he shoot me with a rifle for violating his wife? Probably not. It would probably be fine... my mental pep talk wasn't really needed; I would take a Viagra just to ensure the performance would be long-lasting... with an encore or two!
No matter how many times I checked, Google Maps said it would only take seven minutes to drive to their hotel. Finally, it was late enough to leave and not show up embarrassingly early, so I put on my shoes, some shorts and a t-shirt, and stepped out into the warm night. Feeling nervous is just feeling excited, right? I shivered in the heat and drummed my fingers against the steering wheel as I followed the route through the darkness to their door.
It turned out to be a lovely guesthouse with a private pool out front. Judging by how lovely the home was, whatever papers the husband had been looking at, it seems like they make him a good living! I let myself in through the gate, and knocked on the door. She answered.
She threw her arms around me in a tight hug almost before I could even say hello. As we hugged, I looked around the living room, where her husband sat on the couch. He was dressed comfortably in a button-down shirt and slacks, and he seemed to be in a great mood as I greeted him as well. Good sign, I thought, certainly doesn't seem like he's the jealous type, and I'd much rather have an audience than sneak around behind a jealous husband. She pulled away from me so I could finally take her in, and she was stunning; dressed in high heels and a short black silk robe that was wide open, revealing her nakedness under it. She had applied some simple makeup and her hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail. She smelled incredible, like coconuts and tropical happiness. She looked up at me with gleaming eyes, and I couldn't resist sliding a hand up to her jaw and holding her for a kiss. She eagerly accepted and slid her tongue between my lips.
Her husband broke up the kiss with, "Would you like a drink?"
I looked at her. "Are you having one?"
"No," she said simply, grinning devilishly. She took my hand and began pulling me towards the nearest bedroom. I barely heard her husband's voice around the corner.
"I'll join you in a moment!"
We reached the bedroom and immediately she began pulling my shirt up towards my shoulders. As soon as I moved to help her take it off, her hands were on my shorts, pulling them down and rubbing her hands and face on my cock, through my underwear. It had already begun to rise during our kiss hello, and now as she rubbed it, she smiled, feeling it grow in her hands. She pulled my underwear down and immediately began licking all around my cock, the tops of my thighs, and down to my balls. She pushed me back onto the bed, an easy feat with my underwear and shorts around my knees. I sat on the bed and watched as she dropped to her knees to take me in her mouth. Where was that shy wife her husband was talking about on the beach? She was nowhere to be found; this wife was having too much fun to be shy.
She gave my cock a long, slow lick all the way up to the tip, then grabbed it tightly with her hand and began sliding it deep into her mouth. She could take most of it immediately, and I leaned back on my elbows to enjoy her treatment. Her mouth was eager and wet, two signs of a good blowjob. She sucked my cock until her lips reached her fingers curled around its base, again and again. Then she pulled off to roll her tongue around the tip. I laid back and entwined my fingers into her hair, and she moaned her appreciation. I gripped her head more firmly, pulling her hair, and she pushed onto my cock once again. I began moving my hips, rolling them upwards to slide my cock deeper into her mouth, and in response she moved her hands to grip the backs of my thighs. I instantly understood her submission and fucked her open mouth, pushing my hips higher and higher before pulling her off my cock and rising to kiss her deeply.
"Good girl!" I told her, as we licked each other's faces and mouths wildly.
"She loves to be called that," her husband said. I turned to the door where he'd been standing, for how long, I had no idea.
He walked over to the bed as his wife stood and I removed her robe. "
"How amazing to feel this goddess after lusting after her on the beach for days," I thought to myself as I ran my hands all over her tanned skin.
