Salt, Sun, and a Stranger

I’m 50 now and this is easily one of the sluttiest things I’ve ever done. It happened last summer on one of those insanely hot days where the air feels thick and your body just craves touch. I was feeling restless and extra horny, so I decided to drive to a quiet nudist beach I had heard about. I told myself I was just going to sunbathe and enjoy the freedom, but deep down I knew I was hoping for something more.

When I arrived the beach was almost empty, just a handful of people scattered far apart. I found a nice secluded spot near some rocks, laid out my towel, and took a deep breath. My heart was already beating faster. I slipped off my sundress and stood there completely naked. The warm sun on my bare skin felt incredible. My heavy breasts, soft belly, wide hips and smooth pussy were all out in the open air. I took my time rubbing sunscreen all over my body, squeezing my tits as I did it, and even letting my fingers brush between my legs a little longer than necessary.

I laid down on my back with my legs slightly parted, enjoying the warmth. After maybe twenty minutes I noticed him. A man, probably in his late 30s, sitting about twenty meters away. He was naked too, reasonably fit, with a nice cock resting against his thigh. He was pretending to read a book but his eyes kept drifting over to me.

At first I felt a rush of shyness, but the heat and the situation made me bold. I rolled onto my stomach, arched my back a little and let my ass face in his direction. I could feel his stare. When I glanced over using the reflection on my phone screen, I saw him slowly stroking his cock while looking at me.

Instead of covering up, I felt a wave of heat between my legs. I slid my hand underneath my body and started touching myself, rubbing slow circles on my clit while watching him in the reflection. He noticed what I was doing and started stroking faster.

After a couple of minutes I couldn’t take the tension anymore. I sat up, looked directly at him and called out, “It’s okay… you don’t have to hide it.”

He looked surprised but didn’t stop stroking. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice carrying across the sand.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling shyly. “I can see how hard you are. It’s turning me on too.”

He stood up and walked over slowly, his cock now fully hard and pointing at me. When he got closer he asked, “Can I sit here?”

I nodded and patted the towel next to me. “You can watch me if you want… or you can touch me. Just be gentle.”

“Fuck… you’re beautiful,” he said as he knelt down. His hand reached out and cupped one of my heavy breasts, squeezing it softly. “I’ve been watching you for almost an hour. You have an incredible body.”

I moaned quietly as his thumb brushed over my hard nipple. “Keep touching me,” I whispered.

His other hand moved between my thighs. He groaned when he felt how wet I was. “You’re soaked,” he said, sliding two fingers along my slit before pushing them inside me. I gasped and opened my legs wider for him. He fingered me slowly while playing with my tits, his eyes never leaving my body.

After a few minutes I pushed him gently onto his back. “I want to taste you,” I said, crawling between his legs.

He looked almost shocked. “Really? You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” I cut him off, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. “I want to make you feel good.”

I leaned down and took him into my mouth. He let out a deep groan as I swirled my tongue around the head, then slowly took more of him. I sucked him wet and sloppy, bobbing my head while stroking the base. His hand gently rested on my hair.

“Oh my god… your mouth feels incredible,” he moaned. “You’re so good at that.”

I looked up at him while sucking, taking him deeper each time. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. I played with his balls and sucked harder, making wet noises that mixed with the sound of the waves.

“Fuck… I’m getting close,” he warned, breathing heavily.

I didn’t pull away. I kept sucking him eagerly until his whole body tensed. He groaned loudly and started cumming in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, letting the rest drip down my chin and onto my tits.

We both laid there catching our breath. He kept thanking me and telling me how amazing it was. I just smiled, still tasting him on my tongue, feeling dirty and satisfied.

I never saw him again, but I still think about that afternoon all the time.