After checking in to the holiday home with my parents, I decided to go for a walk along one of the many beaches in Norfolk, England, searching for a quiet spot to be alone and sunbathe.
Having travelled some distance on foot, along the stretching shoreline in a short skirt and a full bikini top, passing the rolling sand dunes, I realised it didn't matter where I settled. The beach was deserted. So, I laid a towel where I stood and scanned the beautiful, lonely scenery.
After a few minutes of thinking about it, daring myself until the excitement took over me, I reached behind my back and unclasped the bikini top, freeing my young but large natural breasts on the beach.
It was my first time going topless in public, and I was soon revelling in the freedom of the quiet location, comfortable to explore a bit of exhibitionism.
Resting back on my hands, pushing my chest out towards the sea, I inhaled the fresh air, taking deep breaths before exhaling with a peaceful smile.
With her no parents or people around, I was aroused for being topless on a public beach, knowing I could be discovered any moment. A naughty grin spread across my face.
After a few exhilarating minutes of sitting topless, I looked around to check the coast was still clear before spending the next ten minutes rubbing sun lotion into my body.
I was so turned on after giving myself a very tentative breast massage on the beach. With my sexual arousal heightened, I laid down on my back and slipped a hand inside my skirt and panties.
The risk of getting caught was so exciting, I closed my eyes and became lost in a solo session of topless masturbation. Rubbing my nineteeen-year-old pussy and sensitive nipples.
My mind wandered from one fantasy to another while I sank deeper and deeper into masturbation, driving myself wild with lust.
"Uh, yes," I sighed softly, biting my lower lip. "I'm gonna cum," I moaned, arching my back on the beach when I slid two fingers through my tight slit. "Yes! Yes! Uhhhh! Fuck! Uhhhhhh!"
It felt so good, I continued rubbing my soaked pussy lips after I came, unaware a voyeur was standing only a couple of metres to the side of me.
It wasn't until my climax finally subsided, and my moans quietened down, did I scream then giggle with embarrassment at the old man grinning at me.
"Sorry," he chuckled in just a pair of swimming trunks, holding a rucksack over his shoulder.
I continued to giggle and blush. I could feel my cheeks were burning bright red, but for some reason, unbeknown to me, I made no attempt to cover up my breasts. I also couldn't take my eyes off the man and his bulging trunks.
"How long have you been standing there?" I wondered.
"Long enough," he smiled at my tits. "I'm Alan. I haven't seen you here before."
"I'm Louise, and I'm visiting with my... my... boyfriend," I lied.
"You do realise this is a nudist beach?" Alan curiously grinned at me for a moment.
"A nudist beach!" I laughed in shock. "No! I never knew that! I thought the beach quiet because it's a weekday! Oh my God!"
Alan chuckled and lowered his bag to the ground. "Do you mind if I join you? I assure you I'm harmless. I think I should explain a few things to help you navigate this place for your own protection. It's safe, but you need to know a few things."
"Urm, ok, be my guest," I tingled all over when the very old man sat on the edge of my towel.
Alan then began to explain the etiquette of a nudist beach, and the general area. While I listened, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact I was topless in front of a stranger, especially one old enough to be my grandfather.
He was tall and a bit chubby, particularly around the waistline and under his chin, but his friendliness and being some place where nobody knew me, kept any anxiety and fear at bay.
So much so, I sat up with one arm stretched out behind me, presenting the full firmness of my breasts while I listened and nodded at what Alan was telling me.
We both knew my nipples were hard and protruding. Alan appeared to very much like what he was seeing. He knew a curious exhibitionist when he saw one, and I was happy to pretend I wasn't nervously excited.
"The beach remains pretty quiet throughout the week, unless there's a heatwave. It's usually a few locals just minding their own business, expressing their desire to be nude," Alan explained.
"I still can't believe this is a nudist beach," I giggled. "I genuinely didn't know."
Alan chuckled. "So, where's your boyfriend, Louise? You're perfectly safe, but he's still brave leaving a sweet little thing like you down here, all alone." He glanced at my breasts.
I caught the fleeting look and blushed. It was his most obvious glance yet. I wondered what the old man was really thinking behind those eyes of his. I then glanced at his hands and noticed a wedding band.
"He's back at the holiday home, feeling a little under the weather," I lied again, too embarrassed to admit I was on holiday with my parents. "He won't be joining me anytime soon," I added, not realising or meaning for it to sound so inviting.
But I could from the sudden glint in his eyes, Alan took it as an early sign I could be flirting. "How old are you both?"
"We're twenty-two," I lied once more. This time because I was too embarrassed to admit I was only nineteen.
"A young, free-spirited woman, then. You're very beautiful, Louise," Alan smiled, checking my tits again.
"What about you?" I blushed, wanting to keep the conversation going a while longer.
"My wife and I are both nudists, but she's looking after a friend today. I'm sixty-eight and she's sixty-four."
I felt dizzy hearing how old Alan actually was, and that his wife was also a nudist. A swirl of anticipation suddenly centred around us. It lingered for a few anxious moments until offered to top up my sun lotion.
