First Time Nudist Stories

Funny nude beach experience

The story I have to tell happened this summer, about a month ago. I am a confirmed nude beach fan. I go there to just chill out. I am also not shying away from admitting that I am a devoted admirer of female beauty. Seeing nude nymphs hopping around me, all naked and eager to be seen, providing some very serious eye candy.
It would be an exaggeration to state that the nude beach that I go to is intensely populated by all sorts of young beauties; it is simply not so. It is mostly families with very few hot mammas but a great deal of ageing women whose bodies had seen better days. Therefore, when you spot a hottie you start feeling pretty lucky. And it is hard not to stare.
I was very pleased to find two beautiful girls in their mid-twenties, perhaps, lodged not too far from me on that day. One of them was a skinny small-framed blonde with a blue stare and a firm butt. But the one that really stole the show was the other babe. She had the coolest bust I’d ever seen, no bullshit. Flat stomach and great derrière were all there, as well. It was extremely challenging not to keep my eyes glued on to her gorgeous body. You know, it is one thing to look at a picture of a naked woman, and quite the other to see her in motion. You try to register all of her little movements and maybe get a glimpse of her pussy when she exposes her crotch and soon enough your mind starts racing, suggesting you the images of this astonishing babe in bed with you. All of her sex moves and mimics and smells and tastes and sounds... LOL, now I am definitely getting carried away.
As if conscious of the attention she was getting from male population of the beach, she would flick her long raven hair every now and then. I had to turn on my stomach and steal occasional glances at her through my sunnies. Shortly there came biking a rather sloppy man wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a faded shirt. He parked his bike and flung away his wrappings, then trotted along for a dive. He looked rather roguish as he was splashing around there, like a teenager, although he looked heavy on fifty. When he finally reappeared on the solid land, he shook himself like a huge awkward dog and briskly walked up to the two girls. They were out of the earshot so I could not overhear the exact wording, but it was pretty damn clear what it all was about. The guy was making advances at the two chicks who were indignantly sneering at his attempts, and after a two minutes’ chit-chat the baffled suitor had to shamefully withdraw.
After a while I picked up the pieces of my free will and self-possession and walked around for a bit, found some other neat bodies to look at. You know, as they say, walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches.
In the nick of time while I was away from my place the two girls definitely found a target audience to impress. It was a group of young men that arrived sometime when I was taking a walk. The girls suddenly started look very alive, shaking off all of the put-on drowsiness, and now they were all smiles and giggles. And eventually they even produced rackets from their bag and started playing badminton! I mean, can you imagine two young juicy babes jumping and skipping around totally naked, with their tits bouncing and all? It gives me a hard-on even remembering this image!
Sure enough, the young men reacted in a very predictable way, and in a quarter of an hour the two little companies made one. One of the boys went away and then reappeared with fruit and champagne. And during all this time the worn out dude from before was sunbathing nearby, never minding the two nymphs that had turned him down so discourteously. He was definitely enjoying himself. He only started looking disturbed when he heard the soft rumbling of an approaching vehicle. Soon there came a black Range Rover Sport driving into view and pulling over. The shabby biker pouted and reluctantly started rising to his feet. The passenger door opened and there appeared a suit-packed beefcake, mumbling something along the lines of “Mr. Smith, all of us security guys have been worried sick, you shouldn’t disappear so suddenly!'
You should have seen the looks in the eyes of the two luckless babes, sipping on the cheap champagne from their plastic glasses and watching the Fishman King getting into the back seat of one the most expensive cars in the world, helped by his assistant!