Sex on the beach: a true account of explicit displays of exhibitionism and voyeurism

by Mark Golding

  It’s an especially stimulating lifestyle both sexually and intellectually and an atmosphere in which every aspect of lovemaking seems to be such a very natural part of existence – as indeed it truly is.

  Today was a hot one even for this time of the year and we couldn’t wait to get on our way. This part of the region known as the Languedoc is located on a huge bay called the Golfe du Lion with an almost never ending stretch of superb soft sandy beaches that are popular with holidaymakers of all kinds. It’s especially attractive to naturists, as all along this coast there are many officially recognised naturist beaches and dedicated naturist holiday and leisure centres. Some are just tiny places, but others have plenty of facilities, like the Cap d’Agde naturist village, set in 200 acres and known internationally as “The Naked City”.

  Our destination today only about half an hour’s drive away is one of our very favourite places. It is a vast unbroken expanse of beach between two large coastal resorts almost ten kilometres from one end to the other, where the landscape varies from formal seaside beach to deserted natural wilderness.

  Grabbing a couple of baguettes from the boulangerie, some cheese from our local shop and a selection of fresh fruit from a roadside grower on the way out of the village to add to the bottle of local wine in our cold box, we were soon well on our way.

  Our route took us to a central point where we could drive across the hard baked sands and almost right onto the beach, a place where we could safely leave the car for the day and have only a short walk to the seashore. As we began to set up our small windbreak and lay out the towels and picnic stuff we could see a few signs of life in one way - one or two remaining tourists probably - but in the other direction no-one at all.

  The back of the beach here was strewn with debris and driftwood, probably all washed up by a big storm a few weeks ago, but nearer the sea the sand was nice and soft and clean as usual. After sunbathing for a while Bel decided to collect some wood from the beach to use on our log burner at home, while from a distance I took some photos for her daily journal. I had become excited seeing her bending over naked and soon after she got back from her chores and laid back down on the towels beside me I started caressing her. There was no-one nearby so I started to gently suck at her naked pussy while stroking her breasts and pulling her nipples out. Her pussy tasted of fresh peach and smelled like wild flowers. Delicious! I could tell she liked it as she began writhing about under my tongue as I got more and more into her. I felt her little bud get really hard and as I sucked and fingered her I pushed my own naked prick into the sand until I almost came myself.

  Breaking off for a short rest to slake our thirst on some juicy orange quarters from our cool box, I noticed that a man in the distance was looking out to sea with a pair of binoculars and later on I could see from his arm movements that he was masturbating himself. I thought that he had probably been watching us and although he would probably have known exactly what we were doing he would only have been able to see the back of my head because of the position we were in. Anyway he obviously wasn’t offended by our behaviour and neither were we by his.

  We had a nice long kiss as we lay there together and Bel licked what must have been an unusual juicy mix of orange and pussy off of my mouth and face while she discreetly massaged my prick up in her soft little hand until it was nice and hard. We would have liked to have fucked there and then but decided to wait until later as in the short interlude a few more people had arrived on this part of the beach. While we had been kissing, the man, who looked as if he was in his early 30’s had moved quite near to us and laid his towel down on the opposite side, obviously hoping to see more of what was going on.

  Unfortunately he was out of luck as we had all but finished for the moment and still had the main part of our lunch to tuck into. Still he was at least able to continue to admire Bel’s body as she sat up and finished off her orange.

  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that he was still playing with himself while (pretending?) to read a book – maybe it was a sexy story - but he was not a nuisance and not in any way intrusive. Bel wanted to do a wee and went round the corner of our windbreak, just out of sight of the man, to go. As she knelt down on the sand I put my fingers under her cunt and let the wee splash over them while I gently played with her swollen pussy. It was very exciting as it was the first time I had ever done anything like that in public.

  I took the piles of wood she had collected to the car while Belinda waited with the bags on the beach and when I eventually finished the job and came back I noticed her face was flushed. She told me that the man had continued to masturbate even more furiously after I had gone and had made little noises to get her attention as he did so. Finally she glanced briefly at him and as she did so he spunked all over the sand. I told her that after watching her undress when we arrived, noticing no doubt that she wore no panties or bra under her skimpy clothing and then seeing her naked body, he most probably wanted to see her beautiful face and for her to see his erect prick. And when he did, it made him come straight away. She gave me a little nod and one of her shy little smiles then ran off into the sea for a quick dip.

  All the excitement had made us both hungry so out came the rest of the food which we tucked into with gusto, relishing the taste of freshly picked peaches and melons and crusty French bread all washed down with a lovely red wine from our village co-operative.

  Gerard, an old naturist friend, on one of his regular beach walks, gave us a wave and hello as he approached. He is local schoolteacher in his mid thirties whom we had spoken to many times during the last few years, he likes to practise his English on us and has taught us many new words in the local slang dialect. We poured him a small glass of wine to drink while we chatted and he went on his way with a kiss for Bel and a bon journee from me.

  After lunch we lay back on our towels to relax in the sunshine again while our meal was digested and although Bel never ever falls asleep on the beach I did drop off for a short while. When I woke up quite a few more people had appeared nearby and as we were both now feeling a bit frisky decided to move a bit further along to ensure some privacy.

  About a hundred yards from where we were sitting the coastline curves away inland creating fairly large expanse of hidden beach that unless you know that it’s there is not apparent from where we were sitting. Although only a short distance away, we were now entering a completely different landscape to the place we had just left behind us.

  At the back of this long deep beach are soft sand dunes covered in wild grass and behind them a small stream ran into the river some distance away. Little groups of small trees and plants were growing undisturbed here and there in the sand making it appear like some kind of nature reserve with a sweet aroma of flowers and herbs mixing in with the fresh sea air. Pretty butterflies flitted from flower to flower, the insects buzzed in unison and gulls and terns screeched out loud as they dived into the water to catch the small fish swimming in the stream.

  We settled ourselves into a nice quiet spot hidden away in the curve of a large clump of low lying bushes in a kind of half circle with a level space of flat sand in its centre, where we could make ourselves comfortable and out of sight of any odd passerby that might be taking a walk along the beach. Hidden away from prying eyes Bel sat on the sand and sucked my prick up until it was really hard and fat and then she lay down beside me so that I could start to bring her to a suitable point of arousal with my fingers before we began to make love properly.

  One moment we were just laying there kissing and caressing each other, the next I was on top of her, as she wrapped one arm around me and pulled me over, my penis pressing tightly between our two bodies while still kissing. It didn’t take much of an effort to get her legs right up in the air so that my prick slipped straight into her and we began to move together in slow and sensual unison. We were having a really nice time making love in the open air, when I heard a slight noise.

  I didn’t say anything or stop moving but I had
this strange feeling that we were being watched and as I slowly cast my eyes around the half circle of bushes, there just a few feet away with the rest of his body out of view was the head of our friend Gerard – completely still and silent and almost without expression. He must have been hidden in the bushes all the time and probably saw Belinda sucking my prick up. I bet that excited him.

  I turned away, stopped moving and whispered in Bel’s ear what I had just seen. I glanced again towards Gerard who had hardly moved a muscle then turned back to Bel indicating to her that I would like to carry on as long as she didn’t mind. It didn’t seem that Gerard was going to be a nuisance and I think Bel was just as excited as I was, so we carried on making love. I took my penis out of her, rubbed it up and down on her belly for a while, knowing that Gerard was watching me, and then slid it back inside her. After a while I got my hands under her bum to lift her up to me to get my penis deeper inside her and I could feel her hard little button rubbing on my stomach as I ground up against her. I did glance once or twice towards the silent face in the bushes as we carried on making love, and I think Bel did too as she became more and more noisy and excited. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting around my prick, a sure sign that she was about to come and I was so excited by it all that I beat her to it, making lots of noise as well as lots of hot spunk in the process.

  I don’t know what Gerard got up to in the bushes, but I bet he enjoyed every bit of it, especially as he must have been following us around patiently for about three years just hoping for this moment. When I next looked he had disappeared without making a sound, just as quietly as he had arrived.

  So far we had had a really lovely day on this wild beach, a very natural environment and a perfect place for naturism and a perfect place for al fresco sex too. It took an hour or so of further rest and relaxation in the warm sunshine before we felt ready to make the return journey home, pack up our bits and pieces and take the short walk back to the car. But that wasn’t quite the end of our adventures for the day, as despite our earlier sexual antics we were still on a sexual high.

  Back in the car I asked Bel to pull her dress up and to leave her still swollen pussy exposed for me to rub as we drove along. I played with her as often as I could safely do so all the way home, no matter where we were, and when I had to stop the play she did it to herself, occasionally her own fingers mingling with mine on her juicy clit.

  Earlier on we had found an unusually curved piece of driftwood while walking along the beach. It was shaped just like a rhino horn, bleached almost white by the sun and worn down to a fine polished surface. We had a bit of an amusing conversation about the connection with virility and the aphrodisiac properties of the real animal after which I assumed that Bel had chucked it away, but unbeknown to me the naughty girl had secretly popped it into her pocket. As we neared home she took it out and began to rub it up against her half open labia and by the time we passed through the village on the final leg of our journey, she actually had the horn shaped wood right up inside her throbbing pussy and was laying back in her seat moaning in pleasure. We still have the little beast in one of the car door pockets, for emergency use I joked, and I’m sure no-one will ever guess what it is for.

  Unbelievably, after all that frantic activity it wasn’t quite the end of our sexy day out – but it is the end of this story – for the time being at least.

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  Farewell for the time being from

  Mark Golding and Belinda Mosse

  Nude Rude & in the Mood

  Questions and Answers by the

  World’s Only

  Naked Agony Aunts

  Mark Golding and Belinda Mosse

  Mark and Belinda are a well known couple in the nudist community with experience of naturist living in just about every kind of location and situation. They have actively lived the life style for many years and have achieved fame as the world’s only Naked Agony Aunts.

  Nude Rude & In the Mood contains detailed and sympathetic answers to more than 100 questions sent to their famous Q&A column by readers of various magazine over the years.

  If the question is to do with taking off your clothes and bearing all then Q&A provides the answers

  The book also includes photographs from the authors’ private collection.

  If you ever wondered about the nudist lifestyle then this book is for you.

  Paperback 300 Pages

  ISBN 978-1-4476-6633-2

  Published by Inform & Enlighten

  Also available as an Amazon Kindle eBook

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  Diary Of A Nudist - One Woman’s Intimate Account of Her Journey from Clothed Conformity to Naked Freedom

  Belinda Mosse

  Married and pregnant at age sixteen Belinda Mosse spent the major part of her life in the little country village where she was born. When her children found their own partners and left home Belinda got divorced and in that same year discovered what she herself describes as ‘the joys of naturism’. She went off to London to start a new life and has kept a daily diary ever since that fateful day

  It has been a sometimes hectic but always interesting time for Belinda. She has loved the excitement of dancing the night away at the Ritz and the thrill of being kissed by Richard Gere, but has been just as happy sharing a simple picnic on a wild deserted beach with an old man and his dog. Equally at home in a designer suit, a cheap sarong or nothing at all Belinda has always kept her feet firmly on the ground and in spite of everything has remained the same delightfully simple little country girl she always was. Belinda’s diary is an open, honest and intimate account of her journey from clothed conformity to naked freedom.

  Paperback 244 Pages

  ISBN 978- 1447841654

  Published by Inform & Enlighten

  Also available as an Amazon Kindle eBook

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  A Lifetime of Pleasure

  It is said that truth is stranger than fiction. That may or may not be true, but there is little doubt that true events almost always provide a far more stimulating quality of erotica than pure fantasy, as explicit as that genre might be.

  A Lifetime of Pleasure is not a work of fiction, nor is it like any other kind of erotica that has been published, certainly in modern times, and perhaps ever. Several volumes in total, the complete collection is a unique chronicle of our own personal sexual adventures and erotic experiences and includes many photographs from our library archives.

  Made originally for our own private consumption to stimulate us both within a special kind of relationship, it represents the highlights of more than two decades of explicit sexual, sensual, sometimes a little bizarre and always very loving pleasure. Because it’s a true celebration of sexual desire, love and sensuality, we believe it will almost certainly make this exclusive collection of erotica equally stimulating and desirable to others.

  In London England in about 1880 a book entitled My Secret Life was published privately at his own expense by its (anonymous) author, known only as Walter. It’s not known exactly how many copies were printed but the number has been variously estimated as between six and fifty copies, only two of which are known to still exist.

  The original work consisted of eleven volumes running to more than 4,000 pages of text and now recognised as an inspired social-historical document is presently held in ‘The Private Case’ at The British Museum, as part of a collection of erotica and pornography that are not normally available to general visitors.

  In the early 1960’s Doctors Phyllis and Eberhard Kronhausen were given unlimited access to the original works in its entirety. The eminent couple were American psychologists renowned throughout the world at that time as the high priests of sexology. After an exhaustive analysis of My Secre
t Life which they described as ‘probably the richest source of sexual psychology ever to appear in print’ they went on to publish Walter, the English Casanova in 1967.

  I read their book when it was first published and was as much impressed by their preamble as I was with the work itself.

  In particular, the Kronhausen’s describe in part the original works as:

  ‘An erotic biography with nothing to distract the reader—like the gambling or magic in the memoirs of Casanova, or sudden flight of fantasy as seen in the work of Henry Miller’, and go on to say ‘in My Secret Life there is nothing but women and sex—and more women and more sex throughout the entire 11 volumes.’

  They went on to make the general observation that in their opinion ‘Acts which appear vulgar and obscene if performed by people of a vulgar or obscene frame of mind will appear natural, graceful and even beautiful if performed by those with a healthy happy and natural attitude. This is the reason why so much pornography has such a negative and repellent effect upon the more sensitive viewer. On the other hand, many amateur photos and films of quite explicit sexual activities do not have this obscene quality, because they were created out of a sincerely sympathetic acceptance of sex and the positive atmosphere of voluntary, unpaid subjects who performed for nothing but the sheer pleasure of it all.’

  The observations made by the Kronhausens are remarkably similar to my own beliefs and sentiments, which are clearly expressed in my writings and in my extensive library of photographs.