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I now have a serious dilemma. Am I really going to follow through my sexting with Tim and meet up, or am I just going to follow my natural inclination and wimp out.
Tim had managed to bring my confidence level up from positively subterranean to at least ground level. He had persuaded this life long under confident woman to choose a nearby clothing optional beach and strip off.
It had taken me some time to get naked, but the feeling of being very conspicuous in a bikini got so great that I eventually shed it. Admittedly being on my own, with no-one else I knew, helped. I waited for the world to stop spinning, but it didn't. Actually the world didn't give a damn.
By the end of the afternoon I even took a walk along the beach dressed only in what I was born with and, as I had had my bits waxed, it was really all on show, but guess what, the world still didn't give a damn, actually it didn't even notice!
With my new found confidence, he had persuaded me to reveal a huge amount of personal information. As he said, he was the one that persuaded me to go naked on the beach, so why should I be reticent about other stuff.
We even discussed how we liked to masturbate. Actually we not only discussed it, but sent each other the edited highlights of our facial expressions while we indulged in the pleasures of solo sex.
Nothing pornographic, just video of our faces, but it was quite obvious when we came. As I said, the videos only showed our faces, but it showed me having a real live orgasm and so did his. There is something really personal about your face when you cum, not only your face but also the sounds you make.
It was really quite fun, in a naughty and yet innocent sort of way. I have to admit I enjoyed watching myself as I came, and liked watching him even more. Would it be too much information to say it set me off on another solo round?
We had flirted outrageously online and, a forty something, flirting with a twenty something, who has persuaded you to go naked for the first time, doesn't do your ego any harm at all.
So after this experiment into the cinematography, I felt considerably bolder and had made the totally out of character suggestion that we meet, for the first time, on his, and now my, favourite clothing optional beach.
The day had been set for Sunday and the arrangements are detailed in part one of my tale. Suffice it to say, I arrived at a nearly deserted beach and, with my new found confidence, stripped off to take stock.
Our fantasy was that he was to be standing at the edge of the water staring out to sea, and I was to creep up behind him and press my ample bosom into his back while reaching round the front to great Harry (his penis if you missed part one).
To my horror there were three naked men standing on the edge of the water staring out to sea. Imagine making a mistake! I could wind up squishing my boobs into a back, reaching round for a cock only to find it wasn't him. Now that would be awkward!
There was only one answer. Go prospecting. I got off my towel and made my way towards the first man on the left. By now I was really enjoying being naked in public. I loved the breeze on my bum and the trimmed hairs of my VJ, not to mention the way my tits swung as I walked.
As I approached the first target I saw that he was much too old to be Tim, so that was one down two to go. I turned along the beach and set off for the next man about a hundred yards away.
As I approached he turned round and set off back up the beach in my direction. Definitely not Tim, I thought, as he's about my age, but I couldn't help but check him out.
Nice circumcised cock and big dangly balls. Then I realised why the whole lot was so obvious, there wasn't a hair in sight. This was my first experience of a waxed man and I tried not to stare, but it's all there on display, without any undergrowth. It's so obvious.
What a hussy I have become! Anyway definitely not a twenty something, but he smiled at me as he passed and I couldn't help but smile back.
You have no idea, unless you've done it yourself, what it feels like to be caught checking a man out, particularly when he's stark naked, with no pubes and smiles at you. Blush or what!
That only left one. Tim! I approached from behind as planned. We were a long way from the nearest observer so I squashed my boobs into his back and reached round the front to great Harry and his pals.
"Please go easy on Harry," he said.
Right bloke at least, but his next words turned me to stone. "I don't want an erection in front of my dad."
"Dad? Where?"
"The guy who just walked up the beach. He comes here too, from time to time, and when he saw me he came over. I told him that if he sees a forty something lady heading towards us to leave discretely."
"You mean that was your Dad?"
"Yep."
Oh my god. I've just been checking out Tim's dad. Tim's dad with the nice circumcised cock and the big dangly balls and not a pube to his name. Tim's dad, who smiled at me as he caught me checking him out. Fuck! Blush.
"Can we take a walk? I can't believe I've just met your dad."
"This beach stretches for miles. Let's go this way." And he lead on. Of course, this is the first time I've met Tim, the first time I've seen him naked. I know I've watched his face as he comes but this is our first actual meeting.
I needed to check him out! Very subtly, or so I thought, I managed to get the information my curiosity demanded.
Harry was uncircumcised, well I knew that from reaching round him as I pressed my boobs into his back, but I never got to meet his pals because he dropped the bombshell about his dad. Like father like son: big dangly balls!
We walked and chatted and the further we got away from the carpark the fewer people there were.
"Let's swim." Said Tim, taking my hand and leading me into the water.
"I'm not a good swimmer."
"Don't worry it's shallow for a long way." I felt a flush of excitement as the water rose above my knees and splashed my VJ, it splashed his balls too. We waded in to our waists.
"May I kiss you?" He said.
"I'll explode if you don't." His arms wrapped around my waist and our lips met for the first time. Not an exploratory fumble, but a full on, knee trembling kiss.
He reached for my breasts and as he touched them with his wet hands my nipples sprang to erection. What a delicious feeling! Naked, in public, with a nipple erection and a definite feeling of growing excitement.
I wasted no time in getting to know Harry. He erected very quickly as I massaged his pals and I delighted in his expression as I pulled his foreskin back allowing the cold water to flow round the sensitive tip.
Shortly, I felt a probing hand between my legs. I was turned on. VJ was flowing! I haven't been this sexed up since I was a teenager. A finger slid easily into me, touched something magical and I screwed up my face.
"That's it! That's the expression you have when you cum."
"If you really want to see what I look like when I cum, get me out of this water now," Then I breathed into his ear, "and take me to bed. I want you. Want you deep inside, filling me. I want to see that look on your face when you cum, but most of all I want to feel that full feeling when you empty yourself inside me."
"I have to get Harry under control before I can get out of the water. Maybe you could help?"
