In mid September it gets so stiflingly hot at the nude resort where I now work and live that I had good reason to go "over the hill" for a day at San Onofre nude beach. Besides, I hadn't been in a few years and wanted to see if it was still the sort of crazy and fun place I remembered it to be.
Determined to be on the road by 7a.m., Tina and I had gotten the men handled the night before so I got up early, showered and slipped into my the only bathing suit I still own; a super tiny, translucent yellow G-string microkini. Having been nude for 8 months straight, it felt a little odd to be wearing something, even something as small as my little bikini, but because I had to wear something, I knew I had to deal with it at least until I got to the beach.
I trudged through typical California mid-week traffic, finally making it to the beach at about 8am and no sooner did I get out of the car then a great-looking guy approached me. He was extremely nice and all too eager to help me carry anything I had down to the sand. I guess the sight of a microkini-clad woman getting out of a car in a nude-beach parking lot would be enough to get anyone's attention and judging by the bulge in the front of the guy's tight shorts, I clearly had his!
It's nearly a mile from the parking lot to the nude section of the beach so I really did appreciate him carrying my backpack for me. As we walked, I knew I was getting to him because my 38D's continuously slipped out of the tiny material strips of my top, prompting me to repeatedly hoist my boobs up and readjust them back into the pointlessly small top. To make matters worse, my 1½" wide bottoms had a way of creeping up inside me, which not only made me incredibly wet, it prompted my nipples stick out much more than usual making tougher to get the top material into place so about half way to the sand, I just gave up and took it off. While my boobs were finally free, the constant slipping and sliding of the tiny bottoms was driving me nuts and I was dying to get out of them as well. As soon as we crossed onto the wash that denotes the beginning of the nude beach, I immediately yanked at the ties that struggled to hold the bottoms on my body and was finally naked again. It felt incredible to naked in public and the cool ocean air was refreshing after months of heat at the resort. I led my escort down to the military owned part of the beach and when I turned around to get my backpack from him, I was delighted to see that he had produced an absolutely delicious looking erection that bent down one leg of his tight shorts!
I found the spot I wanted for the day, took my backpack from him, dropped to my knees, pulled his shorts off to free his beautiful 9" cock and sucked it all the way down my throat. As I said in my last story, I'm pretty good at giving head and in the year or so that I've been a nudist, doing it hundreds more times has made me even better and it wasn't long before my bag-carrying friend succumbed to my deep-throating and let go. Even thought he was fairly large, I sucked him all the way down, grabbed his ass and held him down my throat as his balls clenched up and he came.
Now, I absolutely love making men cum; I love the feeling of a cock as it throbs and jerks inside my throat or in my pussy or even better in my ass. I love how some guys pull their cocks out and spray their cum on my body, I love the taste when they cum in my mouth and I especially love it when good-looking, fit men cum so hard you can feel the warm spurts of semen jetting against the back of your throat and this guy did not disappoint!
After cumming for a good minute or so, he lifted me up from the sand and kissed me hard while my mouth was still full of his seed, thanking me for allowing him to carry my things that morning and telling me he'd be back later in the day. I hoped so because sucking his cock made me want to ride it in the worst way!
