Summer Heat in the Dunes

It’s mid winter and cold here on the farm so I thought I’d post a story about my summer when I spend a lot of my free time naked at the beach. On these chilly winter mornings I love thinking back to how it feels to be laid out on my back naked in the dunes for anyone passing to look at.

I’d arrived at the beach early that morning and being mid week it was strangely quiet compared to some of the weekend afternoons I’d been there when the dunes are rammed full of naked men all walking around looking for something to watch, most often masturbating and showing off their erect cocks.

I laid my towel out in the soft sand in a small clearing up by the front edge of the dunes where I could lay back and watch the beach below the steep drop off from the top of the grassy mound where the sandy beach meets the edge of the wide grassy dunes behind.

It’s a great place to sunbathe and watch all the other nudists whilst being sheltered from the sea breeze so once I’d unpacked my rucksack and made my little camp I stood back up and reached behind my back to pull the bow strings from my black bikini top. I always get a shock of excitement when I stand in the open and feel my bikini drop to the floor and feel that first touch of the sea breeze as it caress’s my nipples, instantly making my tits go goosebumpy and making my nipples stand out as they stiffen. Reaching down to my hip and pulling the string at my hip my bikini bottoms fell silently down to my knees and I stepped out of them finally naked and felt the rush that I only ever get from being complete nude outside in the open.

Nudists are an odd crew sometimes and for those of you who don’t frequent nudist beaches there’s almost a sort of code of conduct that men, in particular, are expected to follow. It’s considered rude and bad form to stare or masturbate on the beach but the dunes are kind of a very different story and whilst some nudists do head up into the grassy, winding labyrinth behind the beach it’s more often than not the place for exhibitionists and those looking to do more than smile whilst snatching a polite glimpse from behind their sunglasses. For me, that’s what makes being naked there so exciting. Not knowing when or who will walk up and discover me nude in my little happy paradise as I’m laying there, legs apart and unaware quite often that I’m being looked at.

If I had to guess I’d have to say middle aged to elderly men make up 90% of the nudists in the dunes compared to a more even number of girls on the beach. A lot of women I’ve spoken to are uncomfortable with men coming and sitting close by as they openly masturbate in front of them and so most choose the safety and less sexual atmosphere of the beach below.

Personally I prefer the excitement of the dunes and I don’t get too hung up about strangers looking. I actually enjoy it if I’m honest and enjoy watching men walking backward and forward past me trying to gauge if I’m relaxed about them looking. Some days I imagine I must have seen 50 or more men walk past in different states of excitement. Some nervously shuffle past wanting to look but at the same time worried about being accused of being a pervert. Others are more confident and will stop and begin stroking their erect cocks quite brazenly as they stare at my tits and pussy as I lay there in the sun.

Back to my day. (I’ve sidetracked myself but thought I should explain the environment first so you get a clear picture as you’re reading)

I stood there naked a while looking both ways along the beach. I could make out figures away in the distance, some walking along the shoreline and a few brave souls wading out into the cold morning surf for a swim. I love walking down to the edge of the shore for a swim when I get too hot in the sun but it was early and there was still a slight chill in the breeze so I lay down on my towel and closed my eyes as I listened to the hypnotic sound of the waves and the gulls. I didn’t fall asleep completely but instead I allowed myself to drift in and out of a happy state of relaxation every now and then hearing the muffled shuffle of someone’s feet as they walked close by through the maze of soft sandy tracks.

As I lay there I found myself reaching down to my soft mound of pubic hair and gently stroking my bush. I met my fingers wander further to my pussy and began running my finger tips softly up and down my slit until I began to feel them becoming wet. My breathing began to quicken as I let my fingers explore and without thinking started to rhythmically finger my cunt. Bringing my other hand up to my breasts I could feel my how hard and erect my long nipples had become and I gasped in delight as wave after wave of intense shocks of pleasure rippled the full length of my body.

I suppose I must have been masturbating for 20 minutes before I suddenly just had a feeling I wasn’t alone. I opened my eyes and raised my head to look up. Expecting to see a man stroking his cock I was unusually quite surprised to see a short tanned lady sat just a few feet away, one hand behind her supporting herself and her other hand between her legs touching her smooth shaved pussy. She smiled broadly at me as she continued to masturbate and as she did her large hanging tits swayed from side to side. I was totally transfixed watching her. I wouldn’t ever refer to myself as a lesbian but I’ve always enjoyed looking at the other nude girls at the beach and have often let my mind wander to what it would be like to touch their tits and have them touching me.

“Don’t stop on my behalf “ the lady whispered as she spread her legs wider so as to give me a better view of her neat wet vagina. Looking down at herself she parted her pussy lips and looked back up at me smiling.

Once I’d settled a little I began to enjoy watching her. She was clearly middle aged with short brown hair cut into a neat bob and she was very tanned with no obvious tan lines. She was obviously no stranger to nude sunbathing I thought as my eyes took in the full form of her body. There’s no point in me being delicate so I’ll say now, her tits were huge! They stood out from her relatively small frame as they shook and bounced with her every movement. I couldn’t stop looking in awe and was overcome with the desire to touch them. Her nipples were dark brown and smaller than mine and even behind my shades I think she realised I was transfixed by them because she began massaging them together as I watched. Without a word she stood back. I assumed she about to head off back to her spot and maybe her husband but instead she glided a few steps toward me and sat herself back down directly next to me. I felt her legs touching mine and I quickly became deliriously excited feeling her warm skin against my thigh. She didn’t say a word, instead she placed a hand on my tummy and I felt myself inhale sharply as she moved it down slowly and began brushing her fingernails through my bush and down to my wet pussy lips.

She leant over me and began kissing my left breast until she found my hard erect nipple with her tongue. I felt her lips clamp hard around my nipple as she began to softly suck on it. I gasped as I felt her finger push into my pussy and reaching up I began to touch her large soft tits, gently squeezing them in my hand as she fingered my cunt. (More soon, I need to get back to work!)