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"I'll make it worth your while." I stare at the screen, torn. I am being encouraged to join a woman on the beach, which is a bit of a problem for me. I was a lifesaver for about a decade and I spent too many days on beaches, watching other people swim, besport themselves, get drunk, drugged, burnt and occasionally into trouble in the water.
The getting into trouble was about the only exciting part of the whole process as any emergency was a break in the tedious routine. When I gave up, I had had done far too many hours on the beach and had lost interest in going to the beach, getting covered in sand, sunburnt and salt encrusted.
I still surf, dive and swim, but I make sure I am on the beach and off again before the sun becomes a burning button, poised directly overhead burning nasty UV rays into my body. To make matters worse I have a light skin so I burn easily and fast. My dermatologist is the one who scores from my years as a lifesaver, charging me for burning sunspots off my skin during my regular visits.
An added problem is with the beach itself. Birch Bay is the place where I am to meet the woman. Her pictures on Tinder look really great. Her line in live chatting is to say the least raunchy and, when I get uncensored pictures, I get even more inflamed. She really is a looker.
The thing is that we have never met face to face and now our meeting is predicated on my going to a beach and stripping off completely. "Completely?" I hear you ask? Yep. Birch Bay is a nudist beach. Dark glasses are allowed, but grudgingly, all else is banned.
My skin was doing a horrified jig just at the thought of exposing my tender unburnt bits to the sun. It's one of the main reasons that nudist beaches have never made it to my bucket list. Exposure. What crazy person exposes themselves naked to the sun? And she's going to be there all day?
"All day?" I had asked incredulously.
"Yep, affirmative, all day."
I have visions of me turning into a bright red beacon, with brighter stripes where the usually unexposed bits of me get worse sun burn than the rest.
I have told her of my feelings about lying around in the sun and why. The idea that I was lifesaver has obviously inflamed her senses. Problem is that I am not what advertising and fevered female imagination expects a lifesaver to be. A lifesaver is expected to be about 1.8 m tall, strong, fit tanned, blond hair and small, tight costume. Me? the only criteria I meet is that I am extremely fit, reasonably strong and wear those tight costumes. Or I did till my late wife threw my last racing costume away.
"Yes, I know, but if we are going to get along, you need to come to the beach. Tell you what. Come around at about 3:30, it starts cooling around that time and you can spend a few hours with me there. I have this secret place where we can get some privacy too."
Lust overwhelms my sense and at 3 I find myself heading along the narrow winding path that leads to Birch Bay.
"How" I hear you ask "Do you know how to get there since you have avoided that beach so carefully?"
Well the short answer is that I have been to Birch Bay before. Actually m aim was not Birch Bay itself but a collection of caves around the far corner that had apparently been inhabited for centuries by beach combers. A friend told me of the caves and I wanted to see them for myself. Hence the trip.
To avoid the nudists and causing offence by my over dressed state I chose a cold, wintry day when the wind was howling across the bay carrying icy drops of rain. However my careful choice of day didn't achieve the result I wanted because nudists are an incredibly hardy bunch of people.
We were scarce halfway around the bay when a man emerged from the water, completely nude, greeted us cheerfully and then suggested we strip off and have a quick swim. The water was, he said "Very warm." We declined with thanks and hastened on our way.
So, yes I have been to Birch Bay but not as a nudist and definitely not with lewd intentions.
Birch Bay is a very beautiful and secluded beach with white sand and most often a pale blue sea. The sea turns pale blue after a couple of days of the prevailing summer wind which scoops up icy water from a current that last saw land in Antarctica and delivers it to the beach. Contrast that with the summer days that can easily reach 35°C and you have an infuriating situation where the sand is too hot to sit on and the sea is too cold to swim in. There are people who actually enjoy being immersed in ice cold water without a wet suit, but I am not one of them.
When I get to Birch Bay it is crowded with nudists and after a bit of a hunt I find Maisy. At her insistence I strip off which is when things go wrong. Not that I had expected plain sailing with my nudity but Maisy's reaction rapidly turns the issue into a public event. Maisy looks at me stripped nude, then at my cock. Her eyes grow wide.
"Oh. My. Fuck! What is that?" she yells dramatically.
I have had reactions like that from other people but I had assumed that at a nudist beach such reactions would either not happen or be severely muted. I look down at my cock hanging down peacefully looking at the beach sand.
"Its my cock!"
"My God! What, I mean, ah. How long is that fucking thing?"
I debate on using metric system of measurement which handled correctly would elicit the response of "about 220 mm" but decide that imperial was probably the most diplomatic way to go and nine inches usually sounds so much less overwhelming. With Maisy it obviously didn't matter.
"You aren't coming anywhere near me with that thing."
Being referred to as "that thing" attract my cock's attention away from the sand, causing it to stir languidly and grow a bit. Maisy is now in full panic mode and backing away, rapidly.
"Jesus! I don't blame you." says another voice.
Which is what draws my attention to the fact that Maisy and I or maybe Maisy and my cock are the centre of a growing group of onlookers. I am just about to reach for my pants, get dressed and head for home when a tiny red head with a huge rack arrives, takes one look at my now semi erect cock and says to anyone who will listen:
"I can handle that. Easily."
"Nonsense" says another woman, "He will split you in half."
"Nope. Easy. My first husband was hung just like that and I had no problems. Tell you what. I will swallow his entire cock till my nose hits his belly. If I can do that, then he screws me right here."
"And if you fail?"
"I will take him home and play all night with this." To confirm she is talking about my cock, she takes it in her hand and gives it a couple of shakes, which of course raises its interest a lot more.
"But I wont fail."
She looks around and sees a big, grey haired guy in the crowd.
"Does that seem fair to you Ray?"
Everyone looks at Ray, obviously the arbiter of good taste and behaviour on the beach. He looks solemnly at me and my cock, then at the crowd that is still growing and finally at the redhead.
"Normally I would say no. Sex is not allowed openly on the beach, but in this case I am inclined to bend the rules. Go ahead and show us. Aside from anything else I just want to see if you can actually take all of that down your throat."
His comment causes a ripple of laughter, there are some murmurs of dissent, but mostly of agreement.
The red head drops to her knees, takes a firm grip on my cock and slides it into her mouth. She gets it about a quarter way in, stops and then pulls out.
"That was less than a quarter." a voice from the crowd points out cheerfully.
"Wait. I have just realised that we haven't been introduced."
She looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Hi! I am Bea. And you are?"
It takes some doing to get my vocal chords to work properly.
"I am Ken. Pleased to meet you Bea. Were you asking for my name or my cock's name? Cos he is called BP, short for Barge Pole."
She looks at my cock, then at me.
"Hello both of you. Now lets get this bet won. I really need BP in me. And soon."
And she again takes me into her mouth and down her throat. She does this without hesitation, slowly swallowing my cock like it has never been swallowed before. The crowd is completely silent as the disappearing act happens. I close my eyes and revel in the warm, wet feeling as my cock slides down her throat. Finally I feel her nose pressing against my belly and I hear an awestruck voice say.
"Fucking hell. All the way down!"
Then Ray's voice breaks through the general hubbub, "OK folks. Bea has won her bet, give them some privacy now."
And the crowd dissipates with Maisy leading the charge away.
"Do you really want to fuck here on the beach? A soft bed where there is no sand tends to be a much more comfortable arena to play in."
"Later! But now I just want to impale myself on your cock so that the curious can watch me take it all in."
"Exhibitionist!"
I spread my towel out, and lie on my back.
"What you doing lying on your back for? I want you to pound me missionary position."
"It isn't as clear a picture as it would be if you slid down on me. Gotta give them a show now don't we?."
She looks at me for a moment and smiles gleefully.
"Good point. I like your thinking. Tell you what. I will impale myself on BP and then you can turn me over and fuck me good and proper in any position that takes your fancy. Preferably missionary though. Hows that?"
I nod and she stands astride me and lowers herself slowly, sensuously until my cock penetrates her, then she holds herself like that for a few seconds.
"Come on down. I cannot play with those awesome tits of yours while you are so far away."
"You like them?"
"Oh, yes. I am gonna rub my cock between them before the dawn comes."
"I got them enhanced so that I could see a decent sized cock sliding between them and no one has achieved that yet but I reckon you could do that easily."
She slides down my cock and I can see a small bump where my cock is penetrating into her belly. She keeps on going until she is sitting on my hips, cock buried deep inside her and I have her magnificent breasts in my hands, her nipples pressing into my palms. Such a wonderful feeling. I do so love big breasts.
"Now! Fuck me big boy!"
I roll her on her back, spread her legs wide and slide all the way into her. For a moment I stay there not moving. I haven't been able to go balls deep in anyone since my wife died. It is a wonderful feeling and I look in her eyes and see only lust. Then she clenches her pussy around me.
"Cummon. Do it!"
I start slowly still cautious of hurting her but she responds with enthusiasm so I let rip, pounding into her.
"Cum inside me."
Which is what I do and then we lie naked under the sun and somehow the sun doesn't seem to matter too much now.
"Cummon. Lets go wash off in the sea and you can take me home and we can fuck in comfort."
She takes me by the cock and leads me down to that icy water, naked as the day I was born. Meekly like a lamb to the slaughter, I get into that icy water with her and we rinse ourselves.
"My fuck! This is too cold for me! I am out of here!"
I stagger out of the water leaving her floating there and warm myself in the late afternoon sun.
A man and his wife walk past me.
"I won fifty bucks off your lady's performance this morning."
From the look on his partners face I get the feeling that she had lost the bet.
I look around the beach. I find myself surrounded by ordinary people, going about their lives on a beautiful day at the beach, completely naked and somehow it all seems so sensible and so natural. Maybe I need to rethink the nudist beach thing after all, especially if Bea is going to be there with me.
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