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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?"
"Eh?"
"Well he usually takes a snooze after an orgasm."
I suddenly caught on, stepped in behind him and reached down for Harry while squashing my boobs up against his back. I whispered in his ear.
"You'll have to tell me what Harry likes." As I gently manipulated his foreskin back and forth.
"Does he like it quick or slow? Does he like this?" As I rubbed his balls with my free hand.
"Does he like to be told how hard he is, and how much I want to feel him jerk as he cums?"
"He likes it all! The dirtier the better." I wrapped my hand gently around his cock, slid it slowly back as far as it would go and then gently forwards again repeatedly.
"Cum for me. You know you want to. I want to see your cum, knowing it's all my own work. Shall I pinch your nipples as you cum? Do you like that? Are they sensitive? Is this dirty enough for you?
"Let's see you cum, then we can go to my place and fuck. You know I want to 'make fuck with you'. I want to feel Harry deep in my VJ. You know how much I want to see your face when you cum. You know....."
Hoop! All over! Harry twitched with the ferocity only a young man can muster and he ejaculated. I'd forgotten how easy it is to make an young man cum. It's really very flattering for a woman of my age.
Harry duly took his snooze and we made our way back up the beach. I tried to avert my eyes as we passed his dad but he recognised us and waved. Tim waved back and we walked on.
I don't think I could have coped with meeting his dad formally, particularly knowing that I had checked him out on the beach, masturbated his son to orgasm, and was now taking him home for a robust fucking. Could be a bit strange.
Tim and I arrived at my apartment. No sooner had the door closed than he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately and I noticed the swelling in his trousers.
"Down boy! I need a shower to wash off all that salty water." Took him by the hand and lead him to my shower. I admit that I enjoyed undressing him, even though I'd seen him naked, there is something magical about undressing someone. I cannot deny that it also turned me on to strip off slowly, in front of him, as he stood there naked, erect, and proud.
My shower is my pride and joy. It has spray jets at the side and a huge drench head. All three of us climbed in, me, Tim and his Harry, who had fully recovered from his nap and was obviously looking for more action. I had forgotten about the power of recovery of such a young man. He immediately took the lead.
"It's all about eroticism," He said taking a handful of shower gel and massaging my back. "Let's see how long we can make this last."
He worked on my back, neck and, most excitingly, my bum. I felt his hands probe deep into the cleft between my buttocks and all around my little rose. I had no idea there were so many nerve endings down there, all eager to be awakened.
He turned me round slowly and worked on my breasts and stomach. By the time his hands slid down over the outward curve of my belly I could tell I was juicing. He carefully avoided my sex as he ran his soapy hands suggestively up and down the insides of my thighs, never quite reaching the one area that was aching to be touched, but rather just stopping as his hands reached my outer lips.
Shower over, we towelled each other dry and made our way to my bed.
"Is Harry ready, I so need to fuck?" Stupid question really, Harry was a magnificent sight, stiff as a poker and veiny as heck. Oh I so wanted that deep inside me, to feel the power of his thrusts and the force of his orgasm as he exploded, like he had done earlier at the beach.
"First some pleasure. You made me cum on the beach, I want to try to make you cum before we actually fuck."
He started kissing my neck and tracing his hands gently over my breasts. My nipples responded and he made his way down to my navel. His progress was agonisingly slow, but massively exciting. Just as I thought he was about to delve into my VJ he started on my feet!
