I'd gone to the clothing-optional beach near the villa as I usually did -- late in the afternoon, wearing nothing but some suntan oil.
I walked down to the water by the front of the house, a rocky area where I lay my towel and beach sandals down, and then waded into the water. It was cool but not cold, and I enjoyed the sensation as I slipped in.
I swam with the current towards the beach. It was early and there was almost no one there -- a few families at the near end of the beach, and then a large empty stretch.
I saw a pair of girls wearing tiny bikinis all the way at the end of the beach, on two green lounge chairs, and made my way towards them. One girl was wearing a pink one and one a green one. I moved closer, bobbing in the waves--one had a beautifully curved ass, and the other a nice set of tits.
I decided they were who I'd expose myself to today. I had always enjoyed occasional clothed female nude male fantasies and walking naked in front of bikini-clad women on a clothing optional beach was a pretty safe way to enjoy the fantasy -- as long as I didn't get too excited.
I walked out of the water and up the beach. The heat of the sun felt good on my body, and immediately began to dry me off. I figured I'd walk up to the edge of the beach towards the bushes like I was looking for something.
They had turned over and were now on their backs. Good. One was reading and the other looked asleep, but I couldn't tell because of the sunglasses she wore.
As I got closer I slowly started to recognize the girl in the pink bikini. Oh God! It was Kikka, the German girl from dinner the night before!
My wife and I had eaten at our favorite restaurant with some friends we'd made a few years ago. They had introduced us to a young woman who had come on holiday from their home town. She was 21, a student, and traveling after leaving College.
She'd really flirted with me the night before. She had been full of that volatile early twenties energy -- and that wild naughtiness that is hot, but a little scary. She had a tight, athletic body which I'd enjoyed looking at, and her attention had turned me on.
She'd rubbed her leg against mine at the restaurant, which had jazzed me even more, and I had enjoyed it, and pressed back, but felt bad about it, confessing to my wife later on what had happened.
She'd laughed and told me she'd thought I'd been feeling something, but to enjoy the attention if I ran into her again.
It was too late to turn back. I was nearly past them. Best to act natural and then head straight back to the water.
The beach was empty at this end---there were no umbrellas to duck behind, or people to look like I was going to join. I was exposed on the beach, naked, and very likely to be seen by a hot woman I knew!
The idea was kind of sexy. Damn! Don't think THAT!
I briefly thought about trying to go through the grass surrounding the beach. No.
I walked towards the water, a near erection at the thought of being caught by Kikka--she had small, well-shaped tits I could see now. It had been her backside I had admired earlier.
"Roy! Is that you!"
Shit, she'd seen me. I turned, bending my body a bit to hide my semi-erect state.
"Roy? From last night?" She'd sat up from reading.
"Yeah--just on my way back into the water."
"Wow, hey no---" she said, looking at me. She jumped up and ran over to block my way to the water. I saw her glance down and my penis twitched.
"Come sit with us for a bit!" she said. She grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me over to their towels.
I didn't have a towel with me, so I knelt next to her in the sand, which left my penis clearly visible.
"This is Nixie," she said, introducing the other girl.
Nixie was the one with the big tits I'd noticed earlier. She smiled at me, and I could feel her eyes raking over me as I knelt there, naked.
"I've never seen a guy who shaved there before," said Kikka, indicated my cock. I'd shaved my hair down to a tiny square patch that was only millimeters long -- a thin tuft over my cock, and my balls were bare.
"I did--in a porno!" said Nixie.
They both giggled.
"Are you a porno star, Roy?" asked Kikka.
I laughed, maybe a bit too hard.
"No," I said, "I just like it that way."
"Does it make the feel better?" Kikka asked. "I mean, does your wife's--ah"
She touched her crotch, which was covered by a flimsy pink scrap of cloth. I could see the outlines of her labia.
"Feel better -- you know, tighter or hotter?"
To emphasize her point she pressed down on her mound as she said 'tighter,' and wiggled the cloth a bit as she said 'hotter.' The cloth rode up her slit slightly making a perfect cameltoe.
My self control was evaporating. My dick was definitely stiff. Almost hard.
"Pardon?" I said.
She seemed to be reading my mind as she spoke. She smiled at me and looked down at my cock, not hiding her glance.
"What is the fantasy -- clothed woman nude man?" she said looking over at Nixie.
"Oh, it is clothed female nude male," said Nixie, leaning forward to look at me, "CFNM. My favorite." She pronounced the letters in some kind of accent that was sexy.
"I think you like that too," she added, looking directly at me and then down at my cock, which was now definitely, visibly hard. And the more I thought how embarrassing it was, the harder I was getting.
Oh my God.
"You are excited being so bare and excited before two women are you not? Your shaved hair makes you all the more exposed."
Fuck, they knew! They knew I liked it!
She licked her lips and smiled again.
I blushed, feeling my face get red.
"Ah, that IS it," said Kikka. "You like being naked in front of us!"
"Mmmm," said Nixie.
Fuck, they were turning me on. Kikka was feeling my fantasy exactly and I was definitely responding. And had Nixie said it was her favorite?
"I think there has been a definite change in you today, Roy," said Kikka, giggling.
