Nude Beach

We arrived at the nudist resort, checking in next to a couple who were at the counter to exchange towels, completely naked. He was generously endowed, displaying a dark cock nestled low between his legs; her dark hair splayed across her calm nipples - but there was nothing sexual about the moment. We checked in and walked to our cabin in silence. After unpacking, I mentioned tentatively that maybe it was a good time to test our limits on the nude beach. She promptly put on a sun hat and SPF 50 and walked on out. We secured our chaise lounges, ensuring we rested our bits on the yellow towels. She pretended to read as men walked by and openly admired her shaved pussy and heavy breasts. With her knees raised and legs open, anyone who walked in front of us would have a clear view of her open pussy, her engorged clitoris, and perhaps even a hint of something more.

I thought of how many men had enjoyed fucking each of these openings over the years, and now realized hundreds more would be invited to view and dream of these moments. They were welcome to imagine the cum that may have seeped from both openings following deep and complete fucking.

We had our moments. People paraded by the shoreline all day, fresh off a cruise liner, looking up to enjoy the display of genitalia that faced the water's edge. One enterprising couple placed a dollar bill on the beach tied to a string. Upon bending to pick it up, the gawker would be treated to it being wound back to the naked couple laughing at the other end. Another had a rubber model of a fist buried in the sand. Gazing up at the owners, one would be treated to a slowly upraised middle finger. People deploying a movie camera would quickly find themselves gazing into the cove where their camera had been launched by one of us.

When our friends arrived, people we've know for decades, he took in her shaved pussy and erect nipples and greeted us both with deep hugs. His wife was deeply tanned and also shaved, I savored her cleft as subtly as I could muster, but forever kept the memory of her naked form with me.

Meals were enjoyed at the onsite restaurant. Again, towels were expected for hygiene. We enjoyed exotic seafood dishes surrounded by naked men and some women who demurely wore a silken wrap (pareo) low around their hips. Others wore just a smile. Breasts were never covered. The men would sit with legs spread wide, of course, inviting views from the assembled.

There was a catamaran tour the next day that promised to take us to a small uninhabited island. There, in a small cove with no one around, I lost my inhibition and placed my hand on the small of her back. We were in view of the resort, across the cove, and she knew to drop to her knees and arch her back. Her head down at first, she spread her legs wide to welcome my cock. I knelt behind her and caressed her slit until she began to hump my hand. Satisfied she was ready for me, I rubbed my cock over her lips until she lowered her head to the sand and mewled her begging words - "Please." I rested my cock on her labia and pressed in.

Slowly at first and then deeper. "I do love it when you beg." I thrust into her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up to face the beach crowd. "They are watching you." They were.

She gazed out to them and smiled as she took my cock deeply, rocking her ass back into me throughout. Her hands dug into the sand as the clear Caribbean waters washed over them. I reached around to take her nipples between my fingers, pressing them between my fingers until she whimpered, and then pulling and squeezing them even more. When I had exhausted myself, throbbing deeply into her cunt, I let her head drop and she accepted me. The submission was evident as she waited for my finish. I spurted into her and watched as some dropped onto the sand as she used her Kegels to push my cum out.

I waved to our audience, some of whom were standing and staring our way. Some waved back in appreciation for the show. I bent to tell her how much they love watching her get fucked. Her soft response: "They really could see you fucking me?"

Yes. Yes, they could. And you'll see them at dinner, love. Indeed that evening, as we dined among the nude collective, more than one man looked at her and smiled - remembering how she looked, arching her back and savoring the feeling of being filled. She hadn't cum yet that day, and her nipples betrayed this lack of release throughout the meal, rigid and begging for relief. She watched as they met her gaze. Their cocks, ordinarily flaccid, swelled with the memory of her on all fours and grew long along their thighs. She knew why they were looking; she understood their tumescence, and she knew why her pussy was leaking into the towel throughout. More than once, she licked her lips absentmindedly. To this day, I believe she just loves the hot velvet feeling of a hard cock on her tongue. And it doesn't much matter whose it is.

In that moment, I believed any one of them could have taken her without question. Any one of those nude men could have walked up, asked her to stand and bend over the chair, placing their hand on the small of her back, and urged her to bend over to present her puffy pussy for his appreciation. With a brief nod for my approval, she would have spread her legs and submitted to his thrusts. She would have sought his cum with her pulsing vagina, and shivered under his finishing deep inside her cunt. Further, with my nod, she would have stayed in that position, bent over and quivering, awaiting any other cock that wanted to dump its cum into her. All night long.

I remembered how I was often able to point at a hard cock and watch her move to take it into her mouth. How I would tell her to move onto all fours so she could be mounted by a lover. How I could tell her to arch her back to allow for a man's access to her either of her openings. How I could tell a stranger to drag her to him and fuck her pussy deep and she would spread her legs to welcome him. How I could point to a man lying on his back and tell her to mount him and gently hump him while he lay still. I knew it was unlikely any man would fulfill my fantasy that night and bend her over - but I also knew that if anyone tried, she would do as I said.

I'm quite sorry none tried.

This night we were left wanting, but other nights were to come.