A Naked Encounter

I couldn’t quite believe what I was doing – it was certainly a first for me. There I was, sat on a gloriously sandy beach, the sun beating down on me from a cloudless blue sky. It was a mid-afternoon in July, and the beach was peaceful and very relaxing.

And everyone one around me was naked.

For the first time in my twenty-six years I was on a nudist beach – or Naturist Beach, as the sign had said.

I had been cycling along the cycle path between St Jean De Mont and St Gilles on the Vendee Coast of Western France when I’d first seen the sign. I was looking for a beach where I could spend a few hours, and on the spur of the moment had thought “Why not?”

So, I’d locked my bike up to some railings and had followed the signs. The signpost pointed the way down a few steps, which in turn led to a sandy path through some woods. After about a hundred yards, the path opened out onto some bracken covered sand dunes. At the end of the path, a slight rise led to the path down to the beach. From the top of that path, the view was staggering – a panoramic view of a deep, sandy beach that seemed to stretch for miles in each direction.

I followed the path down onto the beach, trying not to look too openly at the naked people dotted around. A few looked up at me as I passed, more out of interest than anything else. I found a suitable spot, and spread my towel out.

I pulled my tee shirt over my head, and dropped it into my bag. I had swimming trunks on under my shorts, so I quickly pulled my shorts off and pushed them into the bag as well. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my trunks down – and stood naked in public for the first time. The sense of freedom, and the lack of inhibition, was amazing.

I was aware of a few people looking in my direction, and suddenly I was very self conscious. Not because I was naked, but because my bum was such a brilliant white! The rest of me was tanned a deep brown – I like to have a tan as it makes me feel good. I keep myself pretty fit, so I knew that I looked okay – except it seemed, for my white bum!

I sat down, and looked around properly for the first time. Most of the people on the beach were totally naked, although a few woman were topless, and even those seemed to be wearing the skimpiest bikini bottoms imaginable. There were a few families dotted here and there, and a few people on their own, but mainly it was a beach for couples.

I lay back on my towel, feeling totally free and relaxed, enjoying the sun on my naked body. I opened my eyes a few times as people wandered by. Most people looked ahead as they passed, or nodded a greeting, but a few looked at me, at my body, quite openly. I didn’t mind – I felt good, and hoped that I looked good. And it did after all work both ways!

I must have been on the beach for half an hour or so when I realised that quite a few people were heading down to the sea’s edge, some of them carrying small nets or buckets, and small curved trowels. I watched them go – especially two young women who hadn’t long arrived on the beach, and who had spread their towels out a dozen or so yards in front of me.

They were both tanned all over, a deep bronze colour. The younger of the two - I would guess that she was in her early twenties, the other about my age – was absolutely gorgeous. I watched her as she walked down towards the sea, her hips swaying softly as she walked, her buttocks rolling deliciously. The other girl looked fantastic as well, more rounded, her hips fuller but still very sexy.

For the first time since I’d arrived on the beach, I started to have a problem – as I watched them, my cock was starting to harden. I rolled over quickly, my face starting to glow with embarrassment, hoping that no-one had seen. The weight of my body pressed my cock painfully into the sand. I pulled a book from my bag and read for a few minutes to take my mind off things before rolling back over to see what was going on.

As the tide had gone out, a sand bank had been uncovered, and which was now the object of so many people’s interest. Standing up, I decided to take a closer look. I wandered down the beach, conscious of my nakedness, of my white bum, of my cock bouncing from thigh to thigh as I walked.

At the edge of the sand bank, dozens of people were sitting or kneeling, and where digging for shell fish – I couldn’t work out if they were mussels or what. I walked past them and into the sea, glancing around me until the water was up to my thighs. Looking back, I could see that the nudist part of the beach stretched for perhaps a hundred yards in each direction

The people at the sea’s edge were moving about looking for more shell fish. I spotted the two girls again. They were kneeling side by side, digging with their hands and dropping the shell fish into a container placed between them. The younger girl spotted me and flashed me bright smile. I smiled back, watching them. The older girl moved a few yards to one side. I watched open mouthed as the younger girl joined her.

Instead of shuffling across on her knees as her friend had done, she moved up onto all fours. She crawled a yard or so, her beautiful body side on to me, perfectly silhouetted by the sun, her pert, shapely breasts pointing down. She changed direction, so that her bum was towards me, pointing up.

My cock lurched as she crawled a few more yards, her hips rocking from side to side, her buttocks rolling gently to give me a hint of what lay beyond. She glanced over her shoulder, her small, white teeth showing as she smiled at me again, a gentle teasing laugh crossing her face.

In those few seconds, as I watched, my cock had started to harden rapidly. In a panic, I turned and quickly plunged into the sea. I gasped as the relatively cold sea water washed over my hot body, as my cock reduced in size. As soon as I was more comfortable, I walked back up the beach, taking only a quick glance at her as I walked past, desperate not to embarrass myself again.

I lay back on my towel and relaxed, letting the sun dry me off, glancing around from time to time to see what was going on. I saw the two girls walking back up the beach. They really were beautiful, especially the younger one who had teased me so openly, so provocatively. I couldn’t help but look, taking in her lovely face, with her big brown eyes and full, kissable lips. Her shoulder length black hair was blowing gently in the breeze, leaving her graceful neck clear.

Her shoulders rolled as she walked, her body lean and supple, her breasts sitting proudly on her chest, her small, hard nipples the colour of chocolate. Her belly was flat, her hips flowing out to meet her shapely legs, a neatly trimmed bush of soft hair hiding her pussy from view. Her body was tanned all over, her skin glistening in the sun, droplets of sea water running down between her breasts.

I tried to carry on reading, although I was very aware of them - both of them – as they sat on their towels only a few yards away from me, chatting quietly. I rolled onto my front as my cock began to misbehave again. It was almost with relief that I realised they were leaving. It was only about ten or fifteen minutes later, but as I rolled over again I saw that they were stood up, pulling on their shorts and tee shirts. But my relief turned to disappointment as they shook their towels, and started to leave. I rolled back over and shut my eyes, visions of them in my mind - especially of the younger girl.

“Hi.”

It was only a few seconds later.

I rolled onto my side and looked up, squinting into the sun. It was her, the sun behind her like a halo.

“Mind if I join you?”

Behind her, I could just see her friend leaving the beach, carrying the container of shell fish that they had collected. Before I could say anything she had sat down beside me, very close to me on the corner of my towel. I sat up quickly, my book in my lap, very aware of my nakedness, of the effect she could have on me.

“I’m Nicki,” she introduced herself, her voice slightly husky, slightly breathless.

“Dan,” I told her, my mouth dry.

I gulped as she pulled her tee shirt over her head, before leaning back. She smiled that lovely smile again, and we chatted. Although I had assumed that she was French, it turned out that she was English, a student spending the summer in France at her family’s apartment. Her friend – Abi – was over to spend a few weeks with her.

I gradually relaxed as we talked, becoming less conscious of being naked so close to such a gorgeous young woman. We must have been chatting for another twenty minutes or so before she stood up, saying that it was time for her to go.

“And I wouldn’t stay down here much longer if I was you,” she added as she pulled her tee shirt back on, nodding towards the white parts of my body.

I grinned back up at her.

“It shows then, does it?” I laughed.

But she was of course right, so somewhat reluctantly I stood up and quickly got dressed, all the time aware of her watching me. I shook my towel and stuffed it back into my bag, before walking with her away from the beach. We didn’t say much as we followed the path back up to the main road. She watched as I unlocked my bike, and then laughed as I watched open mouthed as she walked about two feet past me and did exactly the same thing!

“Drink?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder as she got on her bike.

I nodded, watching her bum in her tight shorts as she got ready to ride away.

“Good,” she told me, “I know just the place.”

I followed her for a few minutes, watching her gorgeous bum undulating from side to side as she rode. I then pulled up alongside her. She flashed that smile at me again, knowing exactly what I’d been looking at.

We rode for about a mile before Nicki turned off the main cycle path and led the way down to a complex of apartments. I had assumed that we were heading for a bar or something, but obviously she had other ideas. We parked our bikes on some racks in the underground garage, before she led the way up to a first floor apartment.

As soon as we stepped inside, we were straight into the main living area. I could see that the whole place had a light and airy feel about it, and that it seemed cool and spacious. A soft blast of cool air washed over us from the air conditioning.

“Grab some beers from the fridge then,” she called out, pointing to one door while she headed towards another.

I walked across to the door she had pointed out, and into a modern, well equipped kitchen. I found the fridge, and pulled out a couple of bottles of beers. I found a bottle opener, and popped the tops off, before starting to look for some glasses.

“Don’t worry, the bottle will be fine,” she said as she came into the room behind me.

I turned around, the bottles in my hands – and gasped, nearly dropping them.

She was stood a few feet in front of me. Naked.

She laughed gently, taking a beer from me.

“Naturism doesn’t stop on the beach,” she told me, smiling.

“And it can have its drawbacks,” she added, “like it plays havoc with your skin.”

I noticed the bottle of lotion in her hand for the first time. She took a long drink of her beer before putting the bottle down. As she started to smooth the lotion into her arms and legs, she told me how she’d been introduced to Naturism by Abi a couple of years before, but how she only got the chance to really live while on holiday in France.

I watched her open mouthed, thankful that my shorts were fairly loose as my cock began to harden again. But as she started to smooth some lotion on to her breasts, I had to quickly sit down on a high stool, my cock now throbbing in my shorts. She ran her hands over her bum, leaving her skin glistening.

“Would you?” she asked, holding the bottle out to me as she turned around.

My mouth felt totally dry as I stood up and took the bottle from her. I dripped some lotion into the palm of my hand, and then reached out for her. Her skin was hot to touch. She felt silky smooth, and very sensual. She sighed as I rubbed her back gently.
“That feels good,” she told me.

As I finished, she turned around.

“Now you,” she said, taking the lotion from me and indicating that I should take my shirt off.

As soon as I had pulled my tee shirt over my head, she stepped close to me. Her breasts were almost touching me as I felt her small hands soothing the lotion onto my muscular chest. Her hands were cool, the lotion spreading quickly under her experienced touch, her hands sending little shivers through me.

She moved behind me to rub my back. I was acutely aware of her sheer sexiness, of her nakedness, of how close she was to me, of her hands on me, of what was becoming a very sensual experience.

She told me about her Naturism as she rubbed the lotion into me.

“It’s not about sex,” she told me, “But about freedom, about throwing away your inhibitions.”

As she spoke, I felt her hands pulling my shorts down to uncover my bum. She rubbed more lotion into me, explaining that I would need to look after my “tender parts” if I was to keep going to the beach.

“In fact,” she said, returning to her previous topic, “In all the times I’ve been on nudist beaches, I’ve only ever once looked at someone and thought ‘Mmm - that’s for me!’”

I couldn’t resist asking the obvious question, especially as Nicki was being so open.

“When was that then?”

“About an hour ago.”

Her answer sunk in slowly – just as she tugged my shorts down further, and slipped her hand between my thighs from behind to cup my balls. She squeezed them gently, and then slid her hand further through my legs. I moved my feet apart as she grasped my cock.

I gasped as she stroked along my hard length, peeling back my foreskin, pulling it right back to expose my cock head before leisurely stroking back the other way, her other hand dragging my shorts the rest of the way down to leave me naked.

“Very nice,” she murmured as she stroked me.

I moaned as she wanked me gently, her hand so small around me, her tongue and lips now kissing and licking at my bum, her teeth nipping me lightly. I turned around, my cock bobbing in front of me, fully erect. Nicki, still on her knees, gazed at my cock, and then looked up at me. She leant closer and flicked her tongue out, tasting my pre cum. She reached for me again, cradling my balls with one hand and holding my cock up to my belly with the other.

I pushed my hips forward, reaching for her head, as her tongue darted and delved across my balls before probing lower. Her tongue, her lips, slipped wetly up my cock. I gasped as she pulled my foreskin right back before swirling her tongue around my sensitive cock head.

I pulled her to her feet.

“I want you,” I moaned into her mouth, our lips locked together in our first kiss, our tongues exploring hungrily.

“Fuck me then, fuck me now,” she demanded, pressing herself to me.

I pressed her back against the edge of the kitchen table. Our naked bodies were hard against each other, her back arched to press her pussy onto my cock, our hot skin slippery from the lotion we had shared. She pushed against me, her nipples pressing into my chest, her pussy hard against my cock. I could feel her heat, her wetness, on my cock.

“Fuck me,” she repeated, her voice more demanding, more urgent, her teeth nipping at my lips as we kissed.

I lifted her easily, holding her hips, and perched her bum on the edge of the table behind her. She pulled her knees up and apart, her feet onto the edge of the table. Now I gasped as I saw her beautiful pussy for the first time. Her wet lips were shining out from behind her thin veil of soft hair, her clit pink and exposed. She put her arms out behind her and leant back, pushing her pert, pointed breasts towards me, her nipples rock hard.

I stepped between her legs, my cock level with her pussy, resting against her wanton lips.

“Fuck me,” she demanded again, her voice even huskier.

I stepped closer, pushing my hips forward at the same time to slide my cock easily into her hot, wet body in one long, steady thrust. She cried out as I buried myself deep inside her, her lips, her pussy stretched around me. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me tighter to her, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts as I fucked her hard, unable to control my lunges as I drove into her hot and sexy body.

She sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck, clinging to me, kissing me hard, our tongues fucking in time with my cock. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed around me, her body moulded to mine as we became one, as I fucked her harder and deeper, as her pussy squeezed and wanked my cock, each of us eager to draw the juices out of the other.

Nicki came almost straight away, the kitchen, the apartment echoing to her cries as her arms and legs tightened around me, as she threw her head back, as her pussy convulsed around my cock deep inside her, as her orgasm burst inside her, flooding her with juices, with pleasure.

I buried my cock inside, barely moving, feeling her holding me with her pussy, as her climax washed over her. She held me tight, our damp bodies pressed together, her hot breath in my ear. As her orgasm subsided she lay back on the table again, her arms outstretched above her head, her body displayed for me in all it’s wonderful, naked glory.

I reached for her hips and pulled her to me. I could feel her pussy, hotter and wetter than before, as I thrust my cock deep inside her. I held it there for a few seconds, before I slid out until just the head was inside her, her lips stretched around me. I watched her closely as I pushed inside her again. She moaned softly as I reached deep inside her with my cock. I pulled out again, before driving into her, deeper, faster, harder, her pussy squelching around me as we fucked.

Her moans became louder as I speeded up, as her hips pushed up to meet mine, as our need became more urgent. I watched her breasts bouncing as I thrust into her, before reaching up to hold them. She took my hands and pressed them to her, her hard nipples against the palms of my hands. I rubbed her nipples as I drove my cock repeatedly into her urgently bucking body.

My balls felt as though they were on fire. With a yell I came, my cum gushing into Nicki’s pussy. She reached for my hips, dragging me onto her, holding me deep inside her as I pumped jet after jet of cum into her. Her pussy was wrapped around me, holding me, as she came again. She let out a long, drawn out moan as her climax ran its course, as waves of pleasure ran through her body, as her pussy flooded with juices to mix with my cum.

I slumped forward, our bodies still joined, to kiss her. I kissed her breasts, her taut nipples, her damp neck, her eyes, and finally her mouth. Our kisses were then long and lingering. I kissed along Nicki’s lips, my tongue flicking gently against them before slipping inside her open mouth. Our tongues played against each other, slipping and sliding, intertwined, as we kissed our way down from our high.

Our lips parted at last. I stood up, my cock slipping from inside her. She sat up, reaching down to hold my slippery, semi erect cock. I stroked her neck, looking down at her.

“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered.

With a grin, I took her hand, grabbed the beers, and let her lead the way.

The bedroom was cool, the light curtains drawn to keep out the worst of the sun’s heat. The room was dominated by a big double bed. Nicki lead me to it, stretching out and holding her arms out to me as an invitation to join her. I put the bottles down and quickly lay beside her.

We were both on our sides, laying very close together, our bodies barely touching. We kissed softly, gently, our heads propped up on our hands. I felt her tongue on my lips, and then darting between them. Her tongue slipped sensually into my mouth. I held it between my lips, sucking on it gently, and then harder as she began to thrust it into my mouth, as our breathing got harder, as our bodies pressed together.