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By *im Gumby OP Man 8 weeks ago
London & Europe |
I grew up in a small village in Norfolk, not far from the coast. It was a great place, and I loved the freedom to get out in the countryside. As I developed, I also became aware that there was a beach that was close by that had a reputation as a nudist beach. I had never been there, so it was all from comments made by my mates. As you can imagine, my curiosity developed in my teenage years. It reached a point where I was really thinking of excuses to go there, even though I knew my folks would go crazy if they found out.
I often had great ideas for getting to the beach, but they always failed, but then I really did get lucky. I had been off with a stomach bug for a few days, and the policy was that I could not go back for a few days after I was well again. It was a warm spring day, the folks were at work, and I nervously climbed on the bike and cycled the 8 miles to the coast.
The beach was easy to find, with a car park etc, but the rumours were that if I turned right and walked until I hit the dunes then it was where the fun happened.
I wandered along, and the dunes seemed to naturally divide the beach into little pockets of sand, so I found one of the larger ones and spread out my towel. It was early in the morning, so I had the place to myself. I stripped off, feeling self conscious, but also telling myself to act cool because there was nobody to see.
I had some food and drink, plus plenty of sun lotion. After all, I was supposed to be recovering at home and could just about make excuses for a cycle out for fresh air, but not being sunburnt. I got a book out, and soon got over the embarassment of being naked on the beach.
It was a good while late that I saw an older couple wander along the main part of the beach, near to where the waves were gently rolling in. I saw them chatting, pointing at various sandy coves, before deciding to come into mine. They set out their towels etc , and were about 20 meters away. They called hi to me, and I waved back. I saw them strip off, the wife was mid 40s, a sexy mummy figure, with sizeable boobs and a cheerful smile. The hubby lay down on the far side of the wife, and I had a decent view of her as she stretched out on the towel, looking decidedly perky and sexy. As you can imagine, I was struggling to control myself, because I had gone instantly to full on hard but reasoned that they were too far way to notice.
Anyway, I continued to relax and to top up my sun lotion, when I realised that the wife was wandering over. She said hi, and that she had noticed me putting on the sun creame, but struggling with my back. I laughed shyly and said that it was not easy. She told me to lie down on my front, and that she would do it. She said her son was about my age, and she was always telling him not to let himself get burnt.
She took ages doing my back, it was gentle and relaxing, and when she told me to roll over then I really thought nothing more of it. She continued to rub my chest and arms, and by then I had a fabulous view of her boobs with really large nipples. It was inevitable that I was quickly rock hard again. she smiled and told me not to be embarassed, that it was normal, and a real compliment. She asked if I had put sun cream on it, and i confessed that I had used a bit. She laughed, said it was very pale and was at risk of being burnt. Before I could say anything, a large squirt of cream was on her hands and being expertly massaged into my cock. At first, it was just a random thing, but then I felt a certain rhythmic action starting. I looked her in the eyes, and must have looked scared because she chuckled and said that I should relax, she was fully qualified. So, I lay there as this sexy MILF slowly wanked me off. I blew a huge load, as you can imagine, and she rubbed it on her tits and thanked me for the cream.
I stayed a bit longer, really stunned by what had happened, and got a cheery wave from them both when they left.
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