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I had to travel with a few other people from my company to a sales meeting. I had never been to this island before, so I was able to book a couple of extra days there using my vacation time. Once the meeting was over, I rented a scooter and decided to check out the local beaches. I went to a town beach which turned to be average. I then found on another map that there was a naturist beach. I felt curious about it and did some research. It turns that the beach was supposed to be gorgeous, very scenic, but it was a little far away. I decided to be a bit adventurous and check it out the following morning. I bought a few fruits and water to take with me, and set the alarm clock early. At daybreak I drank some coffee, packed my towel, fruits, water and suntan oil in my bag. I was a bit nervous and was not sure I would be able to be in the nude as I put on my bikini. It dawned on me that if I did not take it, I would have no option but to do what I had intended to do. I had one of those tube sundresses with me, so I decided to just take that. I put it on, put my sandals on, and left the room. I rode my scooter for about an hour through progressively narrower, winding roads. Finally, I came across the small sign for the beach. I took a turn down the path, and found a small clearing in the woods where a few cars and scooters were parked. I parked mine, and with a little more butterflies in my stomach, walked down the path through the trees to where you heard the waves crashing. After a few minutes, the woods cleared and I came into the white sand of a magnificent beach. It was a secluded cove surrounded by jagged cliffs and forest on both sides. I saw a few figures on both sides. The closest one was a middle aged woman who was walking along the beach, her feet barely in the water. Her body was deeply tanned. She smiled and nodded at me as she walked past, her pendulous, large breasts oscillating graciously as she walked by. All were middle aged or older adults. Mostly couples lying down on their mats, a few gathered in small groups and talking. All were pretty tan and appeared to be into nudism for quite some time. I looked for an empty spot with some shade, took off my sandals, and walked in that direction. Most people who were not lying down looked at me with some interest and smiled as I walked by. All seemed happily oblivious to middle-aged bellies, sagging heavy breasts or cellulite, and I found that somewhat refreshing. I also found somewhat amusing to see the diverse spectacle of male genitalia, with their oddly different sizes, shapes and colors resembling some strange fruit.
I arrived at my spot, put down my bag, spread down my towel, and contemplated the blue sea as the moment of truth dawned. I could feel the strong pulsations of my heart in my chest and my neck. I took a deep breath and gently pulled the elastic bandeau of my dress down, revealing my breasts. They felt tight on the cool breeze flowing around them. I proceeded to pull my dress down until it went pass my hips and fell around my ankles. I felt the breeze move a few of my pubic hairs, and my vulva felt moist in the pleasant air around it. I felt VERY nude, as I had never felt before, but oddly, not naked. The sea was inviting, and I immediately walked into the soft surf and enjoyed the feeling. I swam for a good while, realizing how much better it is to swim in this primordial condition. I eventually returned, fatigued from the swim, and liberally applied oil on my body before lying down to rest under the warm sun. The crowd was quiet, pleasant, reassuring. I have always been on the chubby side, and a little self-conscious among my age group, so it was great to see that this more mature crowd had natural, not perfect, airbrushed juvenile bodies. All seemed to greatly enjoy this activity. I sunbathed a good while, and drank some water and ate my fruit while enjoying the scenery. I went for another swim later, and returned to the pleasant sun. I fell asleep as the hot sun warmed my body.
I woke up in the afternoon. My skin felt hot and although I don't usually burn, I felt I had overslept. The beach was mostly empty now, I saw a couple far in the distance. I moved back towards the shade and enjoyed the view of the ocean. Soon after, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure move towards me. I turned and saw it was a lone, native man. He was tall, thin, long-limbed, his lean muscularity reminiscent of an anatomical chart. He waved his large hand at me and with a heavy accent engaged me in conversation. I reflexively tried to cover my nipples, to what he smiled. He introduced himself, said he was a local fisherman and guide, and asked me if I enjoyed the island and other small talk. I decided to be as nonchalant as possible, lowered my hand, replied politely, and tried to be courteous but distant. He asked me if I could watch his stuff while he swam, to what I nodded. He really only carried a small sack and swim trunks, which he removed as I looked straight ahead into the ocean. I saw his back as he walked nude into the water, his feline gait giving a sensual cadence to his round buttocks. He swam for a while and I decided to leave when he returned. I could not help feeling awkward as he emerged from the water, revealing very large genitalia. He had large, pendulous testicles and a long, wide, gourd-like uncircumcised penis that bounced from side to side over his thighs. He stopped right in front of me and asked me if I had seen the view from the top of the adjacent cliff. I said no, I had not, as I did not know there was a way to get there. I had imagined the view was great. He offered to guide me. I was a bit concerned since he was a stranger, but looking around, I noticed the beach was already deserted, and it made no difference as I was already alone with him. I was a bit concerned about the time, but he said it would take only a half hour and I would be able to see the sunset and still have plenty of light on the way back. I took my dress out of the bag, but he said it would get ruined, and suggested I take my sandals instead. I followed him as he walked towards the adjacent cliff and put the sandals on as we approached the rock. The path was difficult to discern and I walked stepping on where he stepped, marveling at the resilience of his bare feet. He would periodically turn back to offer me his hand to help me up, which also tended to put his assets in full view right in front of my face. Kiwi-sized testicles. Long, but not too long scrotum that gallantly tried to hold them up. Summer squash penis crossed by a couple large veins. His pubic hair in raisins above all. Interesting fruit basket. We finally got to the top, and indeed, it was spectacular. We enjoyed the view for a few minutes. That was where I lost my footing as my foot slipped inside my sandal. He caught me with his arms in a steely grip, one around my waist, the other tightly around my chest. I regained my footing, and thanked him with a blush. He apologized, checked my footing again, and looked away at the horizon. Our bodies glistened with sweat. I noticed movement in the fruit basket. We both looked as the penis engorged, the glans slowly emerging from the prepuce as the organ rose with a rhythmic pulsation. It was an extremely large penis, and I felt anxious about what would happen now. He looked at me with a warm smile, and I sensed tension, but not danger. I also sensed the humidity in my vulva. He put his hand on my shoulder and I stood there as he lowered to caress my breasts. How was THAT going to feel inside my body? He guided me a few feet towards a slanted rock where he positioned me. I felt the breeze enter me a bit as he spread my legs. He took his penis in his hand and tested my lubrication with the tip of his glans, and finding it adequate, pushed. My lips slowly stretched around it. He entered me gently as he likely did with every woman, and I feel my vagina stretch tense in a way it had never felt before. Once he had about a third in, he clawed at my breasts and began to rock back and forth. I felt my organs pushed up every time he thrust, and marveled at the power of his massive phallus. I came, and came, and came. His face was tense, his neck veins popping out as he grunted faster and faster, and I felt I could not take any more of this. He finally pulled it out, rested his balls on my pubic hair, and shot multiple large jets of semen over my belly and breasts. He proceeded to rub it over them. I took the monster in my hands and licked the few last drops as it grew limp. We walked down the cliff in silence. I took a last dip in the ocean to wash off the cum covering my body. He put his shorts on, took his sack, and walked away. I put my dress on, went back to my scooter, and rode back to the hotel in the dark. I never saw him again.
I arrived at my spot, put down my bag, spread down my towel, and contemplated the blue sea as the moment of truth dawned. I could feel the strong pulsations of my heart in my chest and my neck. I took a deep breath and gently pulled the elastic bandeau of my dress down, revealing my breasts. They felt tight on the cool breeze flowing around them. I proceeded to pull my dress down until it went pass my hips and fell around my ankles. I felt the breeze move a few of my pubic hairs, and my vulva felt moist in the pleasant air around it. I felt VERY nude, as I had never felt before, but oddly, not naked. The sea was inviting, and I immediately walked into the soft surf and enjoyed the feeling. I swam for a good while, realizing how much better it is to swim in this primordial condition. I eventually returned, fatigued from the swim, and liberally applied oil on my body before lying down to rest under the warm sun. The crowd was quiet, pleasant, reassuring. I have always been on the chubby side, and a little self-conscious among my age group, so it was great to see that this more mature crowd had natural, not perfect, airbrushed juvenile bodies. All seemed to greatly enjoy this activity. I sunbathed a good while, and drank some water and ate my fruit while enjoying the scenery. I went for another swim later, and returned to the pleasant sun. I fell asleep as the hot sun warmed my body.
I woke up in the afternoon. My skin felt hot and although I don't usually burn, I felt I had overslept. The beach was mostly empty now, I saw a couple far in the distance. I moved back towards the shade and enjoyed the view of the ocean. Soon after, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure move towards me. I turned and saw it was a lone, native man. He was tall, thin, long-limbed, his lean muscularity reminiscent of an anatomical chart. He waved his large hand at me and with a heavy accent engaged me in conversation. I reflexively tried to cover my nipples, to what he smiled. He introduced himself, said he was a local fisherman and guide, and asked me if I enjoyed the island and other small talk. I decided to be as nonchalant as possible, lowered my hand, replied politely, and tried to be courteous but distant. He asked me if I could watch his stuff while he swam, to what I nodded. He really only carried a small sack and swim trunks, which he removed as I looked straight ahead into the ocean. I saw his back as he walked nude into the water, his feline gait giving a sensual cadence to his round buttocks. He swam for a while and I decided to leave when he returned. I could not help feeling awkward as he emerged from the water, revealing very large genitalia. He had large, pendulous testicles and a long, wide, gourd-like uncircumcised penis that bounced from side to side over his thighs. He stopped right in front of me and asked me if I had seen the view from the top of the adjacent cliff. I said no, I had not, as I did not know there was a way to get there. I had imagined the view was great. He offered to guide me. I was a bit concerned since he was a stranger, but looking around, I noticed the beach was already deserted, and it made no difference as I was already alone with him. I was a bit concerned about the time, but he said it would take only a half hour and I would be able to see the sunset and still have plenty of light on the way back. I took my dress out of the bag, but he said it would get ruined, and suggested I take my sandals instead. I followed him as he walked towards the adjacent cliff and put the sandals on as we approached the rock. The path was difficult to discern and I walked stepping on where he stepped, marveling at the resilience of his bare feet. He would periodically turn back to offer me his hand to help me up, which also tended to put his assets in full view right in front of my face. Kiwi-sized testicles. Long, but not too long scrotum that gallantly tried to hold them up. Summer squash penis crossed by a couple large veins. His pubic hair in raisins above all. Interesting fruit basket. We finally got to the top, and indeed, it was spectacular. We enjoyed the view for a few minutes. That was where I lost my footing as my foot slipped inside my sandal. He caught me with his arms in a steely grip, one around my waist, the other tightly around my chest. I regained my footing, and thanked him with a blush. He apologized, checked my footing again, and looked away at the horizon. Our bodies glistened with sweat. I noticed movement in the fruit basket. We both looked as the penis engorged, the glans slowly emerging from the prepuce as the organ rose with a rhythmic pulsation. It was an extremely large penis, and I felt anxious about what would happen now. He looked at me with a warm smile, and I sensed tension, but not danger. I also sensed the humidity in my vulva. He put his hand on my shoulder and I stood there as he lowered to caress my breasts. How was THAT going to feel inside my body? He guided me a few feet towards a slanted rock where he positioned me. I felt the breeze enter me a bit as he spread my legs. He took his penis in his hand and tested my lubrication with the tip of his glans, and finding it adequate, pushed. My lips slowly stretched around it. He entered me gently as he likely did with every woman, and I feel my vagina stretch tense in a way it had never felt before. Once he had about a third in, he clawed at my breasts and began to rock back and forth. I felt my organs pushed up every time he thrust, and marveled at the power of his massive phallus. I came, and came, and came. His face was tense, his neck veins popping out as he grunted faster and faster, and I felt I could not take any more of this. He finally pulled it out, rested his balls on my pubic hair, and shot multiple large jets of semen over my belly and breasts. He proceeded to rub it over them. I took the monster in my hands and licked the few last drops as it grew limp. We walked down the cliff in silence. I took a last dip in the ocean to wash off the cum covering my body. He put his shorts on, took his sack, and walked away. I put my dress on, went back to my scooter, and rode back to the hotel in the dark. I never saw him again.
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