Wreck Beach

A towel tucked under my left arm, and a bag on my back, t-shirt and shorts over a brief bikini, flip-flops on bare feet: all set. William is similar – apart from the bikini. He just has his swim shorts on and a partially buttoned shirt. His chest has very little hair, just a tiny sprinkling. Wreck Beach is our destination and when we arrive we are met by the wooden sign: Clothing optional beyond this point.
We don’t strip immediately. We might not strip at all. It is just that when William mentioned that there was a nudist beach within a decent walk of our apartment, I wanted to see it, particularly when William explained a little further.
“It’s not full of old floppy people. There are some, but because it is near the university campus, a lot of students frequent it too. They are younger and generally quite attractive. Although you must remember not to stare at flapping penises.”
Our plan is then to wear dark glasses, so if we want to stare at someone nubile and sexy, at least we can disguise the stare itself. More nervous for me is not the being naked on the beach, it is being naked in front of William. He hasn’t seen me naked yet, although since I started lodging with him, there have been a few close calls. William is a very attractive guy. He is boy-ish and has a kind face although his nose is a little large and pointy, but all the exercise he does makes him an Adonis physically.
We walk past an old naked couple. The man must be over sixty and he has an enormous mountain of belly that sags almost to his genitals and is covered by a forest of hair. The grey twisty hair of his pubes actually turns my stomach a little. He stands there with his hands on his hips and I think his penis is half erect but it is a little hard to tell. Lying at his feet is a woman of similar age, not quite as fat but nonetheless has the resemblance to a seal. Her breasts flop either side of her chest, nipples the size of side plates. We walk on, past two moustached and handsome men of about forty who are clothed in only budgie-smuggler trunks. They each have a towel under one arm and are holding hands. A quick look at their pouches and one guy is bigger than the other in the genitals, and I wonder if that is an erection or is he just well-endowed. I know they are gay, but they are at least fit-looking.
We pass a few other couples, a small group of men in their fifties who are sipping beer from bottles. Pleasingly, there is then a group of what I assume to be students, all fit and happy. They are all clothed to some extent. There are eight of them, four men in just shorts, and four women, two of them are topless, one lying on her front with her beautiful smooth brown back soaking in the sun. The other two girls are in bikinis. As we get closer, one of the guys slips his shorts off and there is a lot of gaffawing and giggles as he stands, semi-erect. I have to admit his penis is quite handsome.
“Shall we go a bit further up?” William says.
“You spoil all my fun.”
“There will be more space.”
A little further on, past another older couple, are a younger couple, male and female. The woman is brown-haired like me and is rubbing sun cream onto her arms. She is naked and has high, firm breasts which are sleekly oiled. Beside her, the man is also naked and lying on his back, his penis flopping up near his navel. I smile at William. “Seems like a good spot.”
We settle about five metres away from them, spread out our beach blankets that we have brought with us in our bags. William unbuttons the final two buttons on his shirt and allows it to drop off his arms. I notice the girl nearby is looking at him. I can’t blame her – he is ripped and his six-pack is a work of art. I pull off my t shirt and wriggle out of my shorts and lie on my back in my bikini, close my eyes and allow the sun to colour me.
I am thirsty and so sit up to take a drink. William is smearing sun cream on his body. “I should do that too.” He squirts some into my hands and we spend a couple of minutes protecting ourselves from the sun which is getting quite hot now.
“Shall I do your back?” William says. I nod and he steps behind me and I feel his hands covering my skin, my shoulders, my spine, down my ribs. I have to admit it is a bit of a turn on. I feel my nipples going a bit harder and look down and notice they are a little prominent under the material of my bikini. I wonder if William will notice, though obviously not now as he is behind me.
“Hi, I’m Charlotte,” comes a voice. I turn and it is the nude girl we clocked as we chose the spot. She is talking to William, “Could you just look after our stuff while we go for a quick swim?” She is smiling. It is quite odd to talk to a young woman who is standing naked, nipples prominent, neatly shaved pussy in view, without looking her up and down. Behind her is the guy. He is standing too, and his penis is decent and thankfully pointing downwards.
“I’m William. Of course we can. You can do the same when you get back. I think we’ll go for a swim soon too.”
“Yes, we won’t be long.”
“I’m Freya,” I say, directing my look at that moment at the guy’s tackle, although I am hoping that the sunglasses are hiding that fact.
“Steve,” he waves.
“Cheers then,” says Charlotte and she trots off, Steve following. I watch their buttocks bobbing along and getting smaller with distance.
“They are very attractive,” I say.
“Not as gorgeous as us,” William smiles. “Shall we swim when they return?”
I agree, lie down on my back, close my eyes, take in the sun’s warmth. After about ten minutes, and starting to bake, I turn onto my front and bathe too. William is on his front and reading a book. He looks across and I smile at him, glance down and note he is still wearing his shorts, although he has pushed the waistband down a little and at the right angle I can just see the top of his arse crack.
After a while on my front I sit up. Glancing out to the sea I notice Steve and Charlotte are on their way back up the beach. Charlotte is running ahead, laughing, her breasts swaying. Behind her, junk swaying, is Steve. “They’re on their way back,” I say to William.
“Don’t stare,” William advises, but he too sits up and looks at them. Steve’s penis is smaller now then it was when he left. I guess the water is still a bit cold. Judging by the significant erectness of Charlotte’s nipples as she gets closer, I guess I am right.
“Shall we go?” William says. I nod. We stand up just as Charlotte and Steve reach us. “Our turn,” William says and points at our debris of stuff on the sand.
“Sure,” Charlotte says and then she squeals as Steve catches up on her and wraps his strong arms around her waist and lifts her. “Caught you!” he laughs. She lifts one leg and there is a flash of red between her legs.
I wonder with William down to the beach. “Charlotte is very pretty,” I say.
“Indeed she is,” he says and after a few steps further he adds, “Nice tits.” He looks at me. “I am guessing Steve’s prick was good too?”
“Not that I have many to compare, but I liked looking at it.”
“A bit small!” William adds. “Come on,” and he runs into the waves.
I am right, the sea is a little cold but it is very pleasant, especially after the heat of the sun on the beach. William goes in up to his waist, turns to me and then falls back into a coming wave as he looks at me. I jump the wave unsuccessfully, look down at myself as the wave passes. My wet bikini is now clinging to me. I haven’t worn it before, I bought it especially for the beach today. It is briefer than the one I normally wear. It was why I chose it. I think it is a little translucent.
I fall into the next wave that comes, copying the style of William. We ride a few waves. He then comes across to me, we bob a smaller wave together and William asks me if I am thinking of doing the full monty and going naked. “You don’t have to.”
“I think I will,” I say, “It’s just plucking up the courage.”
“I’m just worried that if that Steve sees your bits he might dump Charlotte and go for you!” William is smiling. It forces a smile on my face too, as it is the first time that William has indicated that he thinks about my sexiness. “Well, here goes!” William says and at first I don’t understand what he is doing as he bends forward and dips his arms in the water. When he straightens, one arm pops out of the water and he is holding his shorts. He is naked but I can’t see anything because he is up to his waist in water. I do then get a quick glance as he leaps into the air and falls into the next wave.
After jumping into a couple more waves, William comes and stands next to me. Before the next wave appears, I get a glimpse of the top of his penis. He is shaved so there is no hair anywhere apart from the minimal amount on his chest. “I need to apologise to Steve about my comment over size,” he laughs, “they will all shrink in this!”
“OK,” I say, “Let’s do this!” and I reach behind me and untie my bikini top and it falls down. I don’t know for sure that he is looking at my tits because he is still wearing his sunglasses, but his face does seem to tip downwards and he smiles, his eyebrows popping up over the frame of them. I kneel down in the water, the sea covering my boobs and as a wave approaches I quickly try and scoop off my briefs, overbalance as the wave crashes into me, fall and go under. I feel William’s hand on my forearm and he pulls me up. I stand up, coughing but hold one piece of my bikini in each hand and wave them above my head.
“Very graceful!” William laughs. He runs into the next wave and I follow him. For a few minutes we just stay in the water and allow the waves to bounce into us. It is nice. We are a bit deeper and I can’t see anything more than William’s strong shoulders. I am bending my knees so he can’t see anything more of me either. When he finally comes over and stands next to me, he puts an arm around my waist. “Shall we go back up the beach? Do you need to re-dress in the water?”
“No,” I say. “Let’s do this.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
He lifts one hand out of the water and offers it to me. I put both parts of my bikini in my other hand and hold his. We walk out of the water together and there is something exciting about each step revealing a little more of ourselves – my breasts, his stomach, his lower stomach, the top of his penis, all of his penis and balls, my coiffured vagina, now our thighs. Out of the water, William stops.
“Bloody cold water shrinks me!” he says and he rubs his hand on his junk and immediately it grows a little. “Fancy a jog up the beach?”
He holds my hand again – the same one he rubbed his cock with but I guess it is all clean as after all we have been in the sea water – and start jogging up the beach. We look at each other and I like how his penis is swinging as he runs, and I like how my own boobs bob up and down. I know he is looking at me and it makes me feel good. Back at the debris of our base, Charlotte and Steve are sitting facing out to sea and I know they are doing what we had done to them and admiring our sex. Now we are here, William’s cock is decidedly bigger. He picks up a towel and dries himself, then hands it to me. I pretend to look in a direction up over the boulders behind Steve, but really I am looking at him and yes, he is staring at my nakedness. It pleases me. I rub my pussy dry, spending longer doing it than needed because I feel it’s lascivious tingling.
William and I sit next to each other, almost touching. I keep glancing at his cock, which I am sure is now half-erect, but it is difficult to know, what with the angle of his thighs. His ball sack is tight and smooth looking. I hope he is admiring me in the same way. There are voices and two other young people join Charlotte and Steve. The guy is black, a lovely dark chocolate cover. He is quickly pulling down his shorts and his cock is out. His body is taut with muscle and he has slim buttocks. His cock is long and thin, nestled in thick pubic hair and it makes me think that I like William’s shaved genitals more. The girl, who is perhaps Korean, pulls off her top. She is wearing nothing underneath and she is nearly flat chested but her nipples are dark coloured and pert. I know what to do now.
“William, can you apply some more sun cream?” I pick up the tube, hand it to him, turn my back so he can start there. He obliges with broad strokes. I am now facing this young and attractive group of four. They are hugging and shaking hands, each careful to avoid touching unnecessarily. The dark guy is now nearest to me – he looks at me, nods and smiles. I half turn and lie down. “Could you do my stomach, William?”
“Are you sure?”
I nod and smile and his fingers work my stomach, and my ribs, head down towards my pubes, not quite arriving, back up and down. I tighten my stomach, arch my back slightly, look in William’s face. He is concentrating on his working hands, goes a little closer to my lady-garden, but doesn’t touch. He re-fills his palms with more sun cream and works it into my thighs, up from the knees to the very top of my thighs. I open my legs just a little more, hinting. He takes the hint and goes higher, higher again, and down to the knee and up. His thumbs are on the inside of my thighs, his fingers on the outside and at the highest point, his thumbs just touch my moist lips. Then he stops. “Done?”
It is a question. I raise my head. “You can do my boobs if you like.”
I find it interesting that I used the word boobs – less provocative than tits – and hope it was right. Rubbing my boobs sounds mildly funny, rubbing my tits seems altogether more sexy and dirty. William is very gentle as he rubs his hands on my breasts, rotates them gently, massages them, holds them up into higher hills, and flattens them down.
“Is that OK?”
I know I can’t ask any more – not on a public beach anyway. “Yes. Shall I do you?”
“Sure.” He lies on his front. I sit astride him and basically massage his back. I glance at the group and the guys are watching me like I am a side show. It is turning me on. I wonder if William can feel my moist pussy-lips on his arse where it rubs slightly. Charlotte also glances across but the other girl is obliviously reading her phone.
I work my way down to his bottom and rub cream in there. I can see that William is enjoying this now as he clenches and unclenches his buttocks. I work down his thighs and he opens his legs slightly. I rub my hands high up his thighs, all of my fingers making contact with the skin. He is lying on his dick but my fingertips do brush his ball sack. I work my way down his firm calves. “Turn over.”
It is an order and he does so. His cock lies stiffly on his stomach, thick, nearly up to his belly button. I rub sun cream into the front of his thighs – glance up to see the audience are more alert – looking but not looking. Charlotte taps the reading girl on her shoulder and directs her to look. I rise up above his thighs, either side of his protuberance, and back down the thigh and then up again. My thumbs brush the sides of his prick deliberately. I look into his face and he is smiling. “Enough!” he says and catches my wrists, moving them up onto his chest. I rub them along his chest and move up his body so I am astride him. My cunt – I want to use this word now as I am feeling raunchy – is poised next to his balls as I rub his nipples and up to the base of his neck.
“Thank you,” he says which is his signal to stop. I climb off him, lie on my side with my back to the audience, staring down at William. He turns his head and looks at me, removes his sunglasses. I remove mine. He leans forward and kisses me. “I have fallen in love with you,” he says.
He uses his index finger to touch my navel, and move up. The crowd can’t see his finger – I know this is what he is thinking because he glances at them as he begins – and then his finger travels up and between my breasts. One is sagging over my sternum – gravity – and his finger touches it, and move over it, circling my nipple before touching the tip and then travelling towards the floor and doing something similar with my other nipple. I take my hand and move down towards his firm junk and take it in my hand.
“They can’t see can they?” I ask but he takes my hand and moves it away.
“Not here,” he says. “At home.”
“Can we go home?” I ask.
“Now? Have you had enough?”
“No, but I think I want this more,” and my hand travels back down to his shaft and I take it in my fist. Again he removes it.
“Let’s go then,” he says and begins to stand up, reach for his shorts.
I place a hand on his arm. “William, can we walk to the edge of the beach before we dress?”
He smiles. “Of course.”
We stand and pack away our towels and beach mats. I glance down and see my own clit is red and swollen, dangling down. William is right when he said that Steve’s cock had a size issue because his is fucking enormous – excuse the language but it really is massive, thick and long and upright.
“You are supposed to hide erections on the beach,” William says. “It’s good etiquette.”
“Don’t though,” I reply. “It’s beautiful.”
William waves at the group as we move off and so I do too. “Enjoy!” Charlotte calls and they all laugh, as they contemplate our near future. I contemplate our near future too, and I moisten even more thinking of it. I grab William’s hand and squeeze. He squeezes it back. Everything will be different now between me and William and I am pleased it will be. It seems that my whole recent life, has been building to this moment. I look at William and he looks at me.
“Ready?” he says.
“God, yes,” I say, glance down at his erection, as it bounces with each step. “It’s so big it can probably be seen from outer space,” I laugh.
“Yep, bet Steve is jealous!” he replies.
“So he should be. Even the black guy has nothing on you. Yours is thick and long.” I give it a quick stroke to show my approval. He stops, turns and kisses me, then kisses me again – longer. He has never kissed me like that before. Obviously. I feel so different now and I can’t wait to get back to the apartment and fuck his brains out.