A nude beach awakening Part Two

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I sipped my ice cold wine from my glass and felt my heart racing. Could we actually be here- on this secluded beach… completely naked? I had heard continental people were a lot more natural and embraced nudity unlike most strait laced Brits. This had confirmed it. I was proud to be doing this as it was an experience that most people would never ever do. Here I was lying next to my wife with my cock and balls swaying in the wind. I glanced over at her. The only thing she hid behind were her sunglasses. Her ample breasts were sat catching the endless rays. I had expected her to have her legs straight and closed to hide her inner self displaying only her triangle of pubic hair but her legs were splayed wide and open. Her entire pussy was on show to anyone who walked past. I was slightly jealous at first but wasn’t that the point? To show off? I doubt she’d be jealous of people having a look at my dick. 

As she sipped her wine I thought how lucky I was to have her. I’d wanted to do this nude beach thing for ages but didn’t have the courage to bring it up In case she refused. I was so glad we had done it… were doing it. I looked at her pubic hair. When we first met, during our first time, I thought she’d be shaved, but I was so glad she had hair down there as I thought it made you look like a proper woman, not a magazine bimbo. She had asked me whether I’d prefer her shaved to which I hastily replied in the negative. She obviously trimmed and kept it neat though. It’s not as if we live in the 1970s. I just glanced over and saw a couple walk past. I wondered whether he’d look. His head did take a glance but he seemed to look at my manhood rather than her vagina which surprised me. I was even more surprised that I actually liked the attention even if it was from a man. 

‘Are you happy?’ She asked. 

‘I’ve never been happier’, I replied. She set her glass down and leant into me. I closed my eyes and felt her lips meet mine, her inquisitive tongue acquainting itself with mine. Soon it went deep and passionate- the best kiss which I love the most. Even after 9 years together she could still turn me on in an instant. I felt a stirring in my groin and half of me was scared that I’d become fully aroused in front of a beach full of people. When I pulled away I looked down to see a burgeoning semi which was making my floppy cock look very long. Shame nobody was walking past now. 

‘Oh I can see movement…’ she said giggling into her empty wine glass. ‘You can top me up then rub cream into my back- that should take your mind of it’. I secretly liked being bossed about. She turned over, her breasts momentarily swinging in front of her then she lay down and sadly covered them up. I poured the wine, took a deep swig and began to feel it coursing around my veins. 

There was obviously lots to see. By this I mean quite alot of nude people; it seemed popular without being overcrowded. It wasn’t seedy though. No dirty old men. There were single guys but they seemed very respectful. I saw a young woman walking past. She was slim and slender with an inch wide runway of pubic hair. Maybe it was making a comeback? I hoped so. Although her bust weren’t overly large, they still wobbled and swayed which filled my body with endorphins. I felt ashamed for looking and pretended I wasn’t. Suddenly I felt warm breath in my ear. 

‘I don’t mind you looking you know’, I glanced behind, ‘what’s the point in being on a nudist beach if you don’t look? I’ve been checking everyone out- men and women!’ 

‘I don’t mind either!’ I giggled in relief as our lips locked again. 

‘It’s so natural to look you know- we are all programmed to compare so why stop that now?’ She’d always been philosophical and understanding- it was why I had been attracted to her in the first place. 

‘Although I’ll be honest I haven’t seen any men I’ve been ‘impressed’ with yet’, she said raising her eyebrows at the appropriate time. 

‘All in good time my dear…’ I said, ‘and what do you mean ‘nobody’?’ I said glancing to my own cock as I did so. 

‘You know what I mean!’ 

After another glass I lay down. This experience could also be a great chance to compare myself and see how I stood. I always felt I had a nice manhood- I’d never had any complaints and one girlfriend had described it as ‘big’, but there were the ever existing stupid male doubts too. I got up to go and buy another bottle. On my way I headed slowly for the sea, seeing what was on offer. I would describe it as a much of a muchness and I was happy as I felt the cold ocean bite my toes. Some guys did have big ones and seemed proud to share them, but they were few and far between. 

Anya was made up with the next bottle. She was reserved at home so this was a welcome break with routine. 

‘No rules here Mike! I mean look at us! We’re naked! Might even let u rub cream into my tits after!’ She giggled. 

I couldn’t help my dick stirring again. It was impossible not too. Plus I’d seen a few guys with advanced semis and one fully erect so it must have been allowed. Mine was still hanging down but was growing with the excitement. 

‘Oh god Mike you look absolutely massive!’ She did this sometimes when she’d had a few wines. I was not about to complain. I loved the attention. A woman with ample breasts glanced round and I must admit her big areolas made my dick grow even longer. 

Suddenly I realised I would soon be fully aroused n sat down to hide it. 

‘Don’t forget to cream your balls’ she whispered in my ear, stroking them clandestinely. I poured some more wine to try to calm down but my heart was racing. 

Suddenly a big shadow loomed over us. I glanced round shielding my face from the glare. 

‘Would you mind if I sat here?’ Came the voice.