Beach fun 5

by Edward Adams

  .Me here for the first time on a nude naturist beach in public in front of everyone. I have my ankle chain and my few fancy little jewels. I spread my towel on the rock puts my doc bag as a cushion. I can sense some glance at me, but discreet and not insistent. it's pleasant.

  I sit down and take a cigarette which I smoke facing the lake, ignoring everyone. like a regular

  In front of us a few hundred meters away there is a beach called "textile". It is not annoying.

  i was good i felt the hot air on my skin, a feeling that i love. , moreover it was a step back (yes)

  I take my sun oil, rub my arms, chest, thighs, I crouch down and brush my buttocks while caressing myself discreetly ....

  I lie on my towel as long as possible on my back, it's good and pleasant, I do not regret my choice ..

  From time to time I look around me just to take stock, if there are more or less people ...

  Then I decide to get up to go refresh myself in water. I go towards the water barefoot and for what knows the lake barefoot on the pebbles it's not the best, I'm pretty awkward but try to stay natural. The water is good, almost warm, it is a delight, I love bathing naked it is sensual and incomparable.

  Coming out of the water I notice a pretty brunette, alone like me, in her early thirties sleeping on her towel, leaning on her elbows, she has these sunglasses on for all clothing. , she watches me come out of the water with a smile, which I send back out of politeness with a hello. It is two or three meters slightly on my left behind my rock, I had not even noticed it when I arrived. It gives off a pleasant assurance.

  Returning to my towel, I notice a man in his forties between two bushes facing me who is looking at me. I readjust my towel on my rock, take out my sunglasses, I look at him, smile and zap. reassemble, take support on my arms back which has the effect of arching my back and offer my chest to the sun, I have the thighs slightly folded and open. I am well, relaxed, a haven of peace ..

  I lie on my chest and discreetly look if the men are there, he is still looking at me. Through my glasses I look at his sex ... nothing very special.

  I close my eyes for a moment and revel in the soothing calm, letting myself go between two waters.

  when I resurface, I sit back down, it is hot. The woman just now comes out of the water, she is less clumsy than me! she wears thongs. She smiles at me and tells me with a complacent look towards the man "a fan!".

  I turn around, he was still there, and suddenly he disappears in these bushes. I smile at him in my turn and responds with a shrug, "if he has anything to do with it.".

  She goes back to her towel, rummages in her bag, takes out a pack of cigarettes and comes back to me.

  She is thin with a pretty chest and a tan that makes you mad, I find her very pretty and natural, she pulls out a cigarette and offers me one.

  I do not bother you she said to me, it is Isabelle, you come here often? I replied that no, it was the first time and that my first name was Lola. I often come to tell me she, I prefer fresh water than the sea and then it is less crowded with people, calm and discreet. we exchange some banality, she sits next to me, she has a simple approach, I feel comfortable and well in her skin. these hair are long and black, she really has the Mediterranean type.

  It's nice to meet people on this beach, people are cool.

  Are you from here or on vacation? she asks me. No, I'm from here, from frejus more precisely. and you? de saint raph she answers me. We are therefore neighbor .... we exchange a smile ..

  She got up, rubbed her buttocks and headed for the water or she rinsed those hands squatting down that's where I saw something between these buttocks that caught my attention, she turned to me with a smile, I couldn't not take my eyes off.

  Do you know she said to me?

  No I answered him, what is it?

  She approached and said to me discreetly, a plug, it is a jewel like any other but that I like to wear, I am not shocking you at least.

  Why not at all? tell her. I don't know that's all ..

  wait, she said to me .. She returned bathed, I was looking at her incredible. She was facing me in the water, she was looking at me, I saw her pass her hands in back to those buttocks, rub something between these hands in the water and come out quietly

  In her hand the famous plug that she presented to me and put in my hand it was clean and still warm, purple in metal with an ergonomic shape. ending in a kind of glass diamond, it was light, about five centimeters. .I looked at the object discreetly and asked him I if it does not interfere. On the contrary, she replied that it was very pleasant and discreet at the same time, which she wore very often. she looked at me and said try !!!! ......

  My first thought was that it was not possible, that this kind of situation only happened to me. There was barely 1 or 2 hours this woman was a perfect stranger and here I am chatting with her naked as if we were friends since always .... more I had her plug out of these buttocks in my hands .a situation crazy. I tell myself that it was not possible that I had the art of attracting her. I was troubled, embarrassed and at the same time a little excited, I wondered where it would lead me.

  I stared into her eyes while weighing the pros and cons in my head. I opened my bag, took a wipe, quickly gave it up again, not that it was dirty, but out of hygiene,

  I will be the object in my hand, got up and went towards the water, I had a beating heart, I entered the water which was still as good and lukewarm I moved away to give the change, she looked at me while smiling while s lighting up a cigarette. In my head, I called myself crazy. I took support on a pebble in the water I passed my hand discreetly between my buttocks by spreading it slightly and entered the object of the crime in my anus. I pretended to be nothing and let me go on my back, spreading my arms to show him that my hands were empty. I got out of the water.

  She always looked at me with her smile and said softly "so" I replied that it spanked weird.

  She says "wait it's going to do it".

  I was standing in front of her looking at her, she fascinated me, I took a cigarette in my package story to regain my ease

  She asked me if it did not bother me if she brought these matters closer to mine, I replied that not of course ....

  She put herself by my side and took out of her bag a sort of small black cloth purse and told me I have another, the one you have, I offer it to you .. "thank you" say I was confused, she was so comely and relaxed.

  She took it out of her hand and said to me, are we going to bathe? I had understood the games.

  when we were in the water, I asked her frankly if it often happened to her to have such an approach with people, she replied that no but that she had felt the direct feeling when looking at me. I told her that I was not gay on her side she told me that she was not fair either on the occasion.

  when we came out of the water we discussed

  She had a philosophy of life, of well being without headache, her way of seeing things was simple

  We talked for a long time these words were soothing and free of barriers. I drank these words.

  we were both naked side by side on a rock with each plug in the buttocks ......

  I watched her talk, she was lovely, sensual.

  Then she offered to put oil on my back to avoid sunburn, as my skin was white so more fragile in the sun, these gestures and these hands were delicate that I would almost be asleep. reaction at the level of my sex, between the plug and these caresses there was really what.

  I started asking myself questions without really taking the lead, I was good, we seemed to be friends for a long time ... We both spent a pleasant day without trying to go any further.

  as for me I was gaining confidence little by little.

  as evening came, we left the beach, the most unpleasant as always is to put the clothes back on. So I always had the plug in my butt.

  When I got to the parking lot, she asked me what I was doing tomorrow. We can meet again, my husband is away for a few months and I spend my time bo
red, she told me.

  We set up a meeting in Fréjus for the next day, she gave me her mobile number,

  We come with my car it's easier, she said to me, I pick you up at the toll gate

  I took my phone in my hand and called her to give her my number, she smiled and threw me a good home ciao.

  In the evening we exchanged some text messages, I frankly admit that she troubled me, I had the impression that with her I was going to discover lots of things. Things that I had never considered before.

  Through the texts we exchanged there were questions, the approach was more frank and more sex

  I vaguely talked about my sexual experiences.

  Then I took my courage and in a text message I sent him the following message.

  "teach me your philosophy and your well being but I want discretion and respect for my limits"

  Isabelle response "no problem good night see you tomorrow"

  A very hot day ...

  The shadow of this dirt of Nice attack still hangs over our thoughts but it is time to change our ideas.

  And the beautiful weather is a promise to drive away our dark ideas.

  On the way to South Finistère.

  -Go! Move your butt! You will complain later!

  I am crouching, busy finishing putting away our picnic in a bag and Chloe comes to wiggle her buttocks under my nose.

  She is lowered forward and the fabric of her light dress glued to her buttocks when she moves suggests that she is not wearing anything below.

  Finally I speak for those who come across it, because I already know it.

  And that's why it keeps growing.

  Light white dress printed with bright color patterns ranging from orange red to purple. Rather wide round neckline revealing a little more than the birth of her breasts. And the fabric stopping mid-thighs.

  She is superb ...

  A slap on the buttocks makes her back off.

  - We can go my dear!

  The weather is wonderful and the heat is sweltering.

  Because for Bretons, 25 ° is stuffy and 27 ° close to the heat wave.

  We are not used to it and especially this heat fell on us suddenly.

  A dog weather so far as too often for a month of July and since yesterday it is stuffy.

  But on the beaches there is always air. When it's not wind.

  And here we go ...

  We only have a few more purchases to make and head to the North Coast.

  I ask Chloe if she wants the air conditioning and again she mumbles something.

  She is not angry, does not really sulk but she starts to annoy me a little.

  - You will stop making your turkey yes or no! I want the air conditioning so please put it on please my darling.

  - Well too bad for your windshield eh ...

  This time she spoke clearly but I remain without understanding the meaning of her sentence.

  - Chloe ... Sometimes you ... What's wrong with this windshield?

  I look at her with a half annoyed half mocking pout and she sighs.

  - Your car is going to end up at Carglass my beautiful!

  - Ah ... I think they are not so stupid at Ford and that if the air conditioning is provided in this car ...

  - Yeah the air conditioning for sure but not my breasts!

  I can't help laughing when I ask her what her breasts are doing in history.

  - Well already that naturally I'm ashamed, and your air conditioning in addition, if I continue to point like that I'll blow your windshield ...

  She deigns to laugh too when a little giggle shakes me. I have to stop, I cry…

  What you need to know is that our Chloe has a complex with regard to her body. A unique complex.

  She knows she is pretty and is no more modest than that.

  Very pretty face, full of charm, a body to die for ...

  Sincerely. She is simply very beautiful.

  The kind of woman that we can only find beautiful and superbly damn whatever our tastes in the matter.

  She spoke about her physique only once, a little tired of my qualifiers, sometimes a little rave.

  As for his own version ...

  - I know I have a nice face and a body of a hottie, but we're not going to make a big deal of it.

  And I'm pretty sure that her way of speaking, at least in the beginning, was just a way to tone down a charm and a femininity that she found too difficult to wear. Now I guess it just became a habit.

  Coming back to the Chloé complex…

  It's about her breasts.

  Big enough that we cannot ignore them, hard and naturally tense, they become even more so when desired, caressed or simply in the cold.

  And she is ashamed of it.

  Bare breasts on a beach she doesn't care but dressed… Chloé stuck.

  - I have the impression of having a sign displaying "Slut in need" on the chest.

  I had beautiful talk about femininity, eroticism, asset of additional charm and add that I envied her and that she was very lucky to have breasts to fall…

  She blocks.

  And so today… Chloé is blocking!

  Since our beach day will be combined with an exhibition outing.

  And my partner has never known the delights of an exhibition.

  Delights that I promised her last night by reassuring her about the next day.

  I also wear a dress.

  White and dotted with gray patterns, mixed with other colors ranging from pink to bright carmine.

  A bit as if an uninspired painter had wiped his brushes on the fabric.

  I love this dress.

  Not as close to the body as Chloé's but letting nothing ignore the shapes she dresses.

  I am not a hottie as the other would say but I am not naughty.

  Dress more low-cut than that of my partner without being too provocative and a bit longer than hers.

  And just like my darling, I'm naked underneath.

  - You choose the water you want for me ... Yes you can take your damn Coke ...

  She kisses me on the mouth, dropping a “Thank you mistress” strong enough to be heard by customers of the department.

  And she does it plague on purpose.

  Chloé immediately recognized herself as a lesbian.

  Her 21 years old pushing her into the arms of other girls.

  She was wrong. Her sexual orientation is not a choice but an udder.

  First two times with two young fools.

  The first insipid and understanding nothing to women and the second raped hitting her more than once.

  And the result was his dislike of any male approaching him.

  Then came her meeting with Marie, married to Corentin and I pushing her to accept him too as a lover.

  And our Chloe who accepts to please me without however appreciating more than that this man.

  Then Patrick tumbles into our married life.

  Patrick that we still share.

  And the larva became a butterfly.

  Chloé loved sex with a woman, did not hate it with Corentin and adores that Patrick fucks her. Yes I said "fuck".

  Love and tenderness is with me ...

  Never with another before and only with me since our meeting.

  The slutty hottie often becomes a shy girl eager for soft and tender hugs.

  As for me ...

  The fact that she kisses me on the mouth in a hyper and in front of other people makes me panic.

  I don't take my bisexual side in public.

  Always that damn fear of being recognized by someone ...

  While I can be very judgmental about the freedom of morals towards the stranded of all kinds.

  Dirt of Judeo-Christian education. Cretin even!

  - Your nipples are going to burst the linen my beautiful!

  It's my revenge and her cheeks become scarlet my reward ...

  Her revenge is that she took my hand.

  Without that annoying me beyond measure. Good friends can aff
ord it.

  And while walking around in search of what we lack, I tease her.

  - There isn't a guy who hasn't turned on you. I put my hand in the fire.

  - On us !

  Yes good ...

  Not so easy to teach this stubborn but I have all my time.

  As long as she thinks "We" she will not experience this delicious shame of being exhibited.

  In any case it will be less since shared.

  She is certainly not wrong even if I must not weigh heavy in the balance appreciating the looks carried.

  - You strip my beautiful ... This is not the air conditioning there! Tell us ... What effect does it make you ...

  - I'm ashamed and you know it!

  - Yes I know ... But I just noticed for your breasts and I love to see you bandage my darling. But I didn't want to talk about that ... All those looks ... Knowing that you have nothing under your dress ... That they must know it ...

  - They don't know anything about it first ...

  She's still right ...

  She may be yet so imaginative when she really wants it.

  It will have to change…

  And I start by asking her to show me her breasts, my cell phone ready to capture the moment.

  - Just one then ...

  She has a slightly tense smile when she pulls on the neckline of her dress to let out her left breast.

  I guess she is excited but only because she knows I am.

  This is the main thing in an exhibition. But there is the rest, details to be worked out.