Australia is dotted with nude beaches. I've been to a few, including the busy boats and tents at Cobblers in Sydney, and more remote wide sandy bays where your fellow nudists are almost out of sight. A natural form of social distancing I guess, although the tendency at these beaches is to chatter and become acquainted. Being naked in public always feels normal to me, and bodies are more interesting to observe without clothes.
In Canberra, not being near the sea, our nude beach is on the Murrumbidgee river. A steep slope rises above the rocky waters, with enough trees and sand to provide shade and access to the big natural pool.
We'd been there before, my tall handsome lover and me. I packed a picnic lunch, we had sparkling wine, and soon were refreshed with a swim in the cool water. A couple came by on kyacks, and under the trees a young woman with a body to die for was making friends fast.
It was a quiet sunny afternoon, late summer. The river gurgling along, birds in the trees and a gentle breeze. The rock pool big enough for a decent swim, but watch out for the rocks beneath the water. Cool, refreshing, makes you wonder why anyone wears swimmers.
Siesta time after our swim, a little lie down on the plaid blanket, his caresses always welcome hands gliding over my body, over each limb, my back arching a bit just responding to his touch. His nibbles on my neck. So soothing being stroked like a cat as we chatted about nothing in particular.
When I had to pee he took me to what I thought was a secluded spot, and when I squatted he flapped his dick in my face.
"Here give it a lick."
