Last night I had a dream.
I dream a lot and after years of practice, I can influence my dreams. It's not as rare, or even difficult as it sounds, although it does take a fair amount of practice.
All you have to do is realise that you are dreaming without waking up.
It's easy to identify when you are dreaming; you Just look at your watch. Look at your watch frequently during the day and ask yourself if you are dreaming. Pretty soon you will do it automatically when you are actually dreaming.
You see for some reason technology doesn't work that well in dreams. I know that sounds weird but it's true and invariably this alerts you to the fact you are dreaming. When you can't see the time on your watch, or your phone won't turn on.
Step 1 mastered.
The problem is that for long after being able to identify you are dreaming, that realization of your dreaming state wakes you up. That is what takes the practice; to stay in dream state.
You don't notice every dream, say one in five. Then you will only remember the watch one I five dreams. And then for a very long time when you manage both, the realization that you are dreaming actually wakes you up.
I found it easier in the end to muscle my way back into dreams when I woke myself like this. After doing so a few times I started to manage to stay in the dream, although sometimes it stopped for a while, sort of like hitting pause on a film.
Anyway, that's not the purpose of this story.
I was dreaming about being on a beach with Lil. It was a nudist beach and we were in a tucked away secluded corner of a nudist beach. Not unusual, I am a naturist and this is one whim that Lil will entertain. If we are somewhere warm, and there is a nudist beach, we will at some point be on it.
As an aside It was a dream based on something that had actually happened to us.
We had been on a nudist beach the summer before with just such a secluded corner when our first experience of public sex happened.
I don't know if any of you naturists have noticed, but the water's edge of a nudist beach is often patrolled by people with swimwear who have come for a nosy, and single, naked men with semi-erections.
On that particular day we found out these patrol men maintained their semi's and why!
As I said, on our holiday we were in a little secluded spot. We had been to a few places in this resort where there was supposedly naked sunbathing, but this was the first place where it felt comfortably secluded.
The beach where we were wasn't wide, only about ten yards from the dirt cliffs behind to the sea edge, and the first few yards of that taken up by rock outcrops and scree from the cliffs.
We were at the side of a large running blocking the main part of the beach from the sea to scree, where it almost merged into the bedrock.
Our side of the boulder, the little beach ran about a further fifty yards before it was abruptly cut off by towering stone cliffs thrusting out into the sea and effectively marking the start of the end of the bay. Between us and this cliff there were fingers of rock reaching from the cliff well across the beach creating little niches that people could lie in.
When we had arrived on this day, another couple were the main beach side of the large rock and greeted us as we went past them and the rock to set up our own little beach camp of towels and bags.
We jokingly referred to them as mr and mrs ripped. They were. They were probably in their mid-thirties and had exquisite bodies, adopting poses as they sunbathed that only accidentally showed them at their best. I would have liked to have stayed to talk with them, but really their physiques and age put us to shame. Both of us are far too shy for that.
We hadn't been in our nest long when a patroller came by. Seasoned naturists probably know what they are doing, but we were sweet, old, and innocent.
He looked at us in passing, walking with his feet just in the water. Naked as the day he was born and his semi-erect cock dropping down in front of him as he followed it.
He walked to the cliff bluff marking the end of the beach and made a pretence of bathing in the tiny fresh water fall from the cliff, before returning past us. Again a cursory look and a smile at me watching him.
Five minutes later a different one passed, almost repeating what the first one had done.
We ignored them of course.
Well not really.
I am sure Lil checked out their lobs as they strutted past. When I mentioned they had semi's she agreed.
The first one returned a few minutes later, but this time carrying a towel and bag. Again a look at us as he passed, but this time he ensconced himself in one of the little niches formed by the bedrock strips.
I noted he was somewhat "flagging" as he passed us and wondered if I had imagined him being semi erect. Discretely I watched as he laid out a towel hidden by the small rock bluff. He looked around, casting a gaze in our direction before laying on it so he was hidden by the bluff too.
The other patroller wandered passed again and he nodded at the niche before carrying on the last few steps to the waterfall. Wetting his hands and then returning, following where his cock led him.
I was playing cards and no more than a couple of hands of patience later, the patroller was out of his niche and strutted past us with a good look at Lil and now sporting something slightly more than a semi.
As soon as he was obscured by the rock Lil kicked me and we both giggled like children over his stiffy.
A few more hands and the other patroller went past and back.
A few more and the other returned heading for his niche, his mast now definitely flagging
When he got up again to patrol five minutes later though, he actually had a full erection as he set off on his patrol.
No matter how innocent, at this point both of us realised he was pulling himself hard in his niche so he could show off to naturists on the beach, presumably in the hope of pulling.
Apart from a few intervals of no walkers, and the inevitable clothed coming to see the waterfall, nothing happened for most of the day really. Just these incessant patrols.
Mid-afternoon Lil decided to practice her burlesque routines. I set the music going on my phone and while doing her first routine the patroller wandered past back to his nest, almost stumbling as he watched Lil while he returned back to his niche.
This time he didn't go as far in though and I could see him massaging life back into his advert while he watched Lil dance. I felt my own cock growing as I watched them both. I didn't know if I was angry that he was using my wife as visual stimuli, or proud. Either way I was finding it arousing.
I stood up and ostensibly looked out to sea past Lil, acutely aware of my own aroused state. In reality I wanted to see if I could see him masturbating, and indeed I could see the top of his hand on his cock as he watched my wife.
Lil had seen him of course, but like a true professional carried on dancing.
Lil was facing towards me when I saw the wanker's toes curl and my vigilance rewarded by the sight of a jet of spunk from his cock tip as he masturbated to his climax.
The patrolman took himself into the sea, and made a show of washing himself before returning to his niche and picking up his bag and towel.
Without much ado, and a limp dick he wandered past us, giving us a cheery greeting before he disappeared behind the boulder.
