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Frances walked along the ebbing sea, the warm sand sifting pleasantly between her toes. The sun hung low above the shimmering water, its power waning a few hours before it would set. The sunbathers were folding their parasols and packing their towels for the day, carrying their cool boxes back to the resort which was in the exact opposite direction from where she was headed.
She wanted to do this for as long as she could remember, yet the right opportunity stubbornly eluded her. When holidaying with Owen, they always did everything together. Frances was too shy to bring it up to him. He would probably snigger and call her weird as if she was some kind of pervert. Now that they were no longer together, she could do as she pleased.
The warm evening breeze caressed the skin of her bare shoulders. She could see the sign now, sticking out behind the dunes, marking a secluded section of the beach. Frances found herself walking faster, her skin tingling with excitement. She wondered what would she do if there still were people there.
She knew this would happen, that she would have second thoughts. Only this time, she decided that she wouldn’t let them affect her. She fortified herself with a few shots of tequila at the hotel bar, and to strengthen her resolve, she left her swimming suit back in her room. There was nothing beneath the bright green towel wrapped around her torso. Perhaps she’d overdone it with the tequila, but she found that oddly exhilarating.
Frances climbed up the slight slope of the sand dune where the sign was.
‘Nude Beach - Beyond This Point You May Encounter Nude Sunbathers,’ it read in bold black print. A glorious stretch of virgin beach unfolded in front of her. The water washed softly over the golden sand, the weeds at the back swaying gently from side to side. There was a no living soul in sight.
Frances stepped past the sign and headed towards the water. She felt her nipples pushing against the towel in anticipation. She had tied it firmly and tucked the loose end under her arm to ensure it wouldn’t slip off her by accident.
Am I really doing this? she thought as she stepped on the wet sand. The lukewarm water washed over her feet. She surveyed her surroundings carefully one more time.
Her chest moved up and down rhythmically as dislodged the end of the towel from under her arm. Its grip on her torso loosened and she let it fall to her feet, exposing her nude body to the sun in its entirety for the very first time.
At first, Frances felt an intense rush of panic. She resisted the urge to pick the towel up and let the warm breeze stroke her bare skin. After a while, she took the first reluctant step towards the water. She was free, at one with nature. The water enveloped her calves and thighs first. Soon, the sea poured around her whole body, dissolving her anxiety entirely. She kicked her feet and swam several paces. Then she turned around and let the waves carry her. The goosebumps on her breasts and lower abdomen disappeared, leaving her with a sensation of pure harmony unlike she had ever felt before.
How could something as simple as swimming in the nude feel so liberating? And how could she have gone for twenty-four years in such a terrible ignorance? These and many other questions flooded her mind, but she dismissed them all at once. She wouldn’t let rumination spoil this beautiful moment, not this time. Frances swam and let the water have its way with her body. She lost track of both space and time.
The sun dipped halfway below the horizon, and the water began to feel a little cold, prompting Frances to swim back towards the shore. Her stomach knotted when she noticed the figure walking along the beach — a man. He was wearing blue trunks and looking in her direction. Where did he come from? What was he doing there? There weren’t any people around here before. She double checked. And why was he wearing a swimsuit?
She scanned the shore for her towel and gasped in panic. It was nowhere to be found. She must have drifted to a different section of the beach in the sea. Instead of standing up in the shallow water, Frances started moving aside. The man whistled, and when she looked at him, he was waving at her. What could he possibly want?
Embarrassed, Frances stopped to weigh her options. She realised that she had no idea how far and in which direction her towel was. If nothing else, she could at least ask him for the directions. She closed her eyes and forced herself to stand up. Water from her hair flowed between her full breasts down her stomach and between her legs. Another stream tickled down her back and over her firm buttocks. She had to restrain herself from covering herself as she walked towards him.
He was smiling but not in a creepy way. If he caught an eyeful, she didn’t notice. He was in his early twenties, maybe a year or two younger than herself, with a well-formed chest and large hands. ‘My friend found a green towel here earlier. Was it yours by any chance?’
‘Did he take it away?’ Her tone came out neutral, a mixture of annoyance and relief.
‘There was nothing else. He didn’t see anyone in the water and thought someone might have dropped it. We were going to bring it back to the hotel.’
‘I swam quite far.’
‘The water is nice around this bit, isn’t it? You can go for ages and still reach the bottom. Do you come here often?’
‘Can I get my towel back, please?’ Frances said. It dawned on her that if she swam a while longer, they would have taken her towel back to the resort. She would be going back to the hotel au naturel. She would die of embarrassment.
’Sorry, of course, you must be cold. Come with me, we’re behind that dune.’ He pointed towards the weeds at the far end of the beach. That really irked her. Where was he taking her? Was he going to parade her naked in front of his friends too?
‘You shouldn’t be taking other people’s towels. Besides, it’s rude to be wearing a swimsuit on a nude beach,’ Frances said as if she’d never worn a bikini in her life.
He raised one eyebrow. ’Technically, it’s clothing optional, but you’re right. We were just getting ready to leave, so I put these on.’ To her complete surprise, he loosened the string at the top and pulled his trunks down. Her glance slid impulsively down with them. She and Owen broke up months ago. She hadn’t had sex since. Besides, it had been years since she’d come to face another man’s penis. She found it impossible to restrain herself.
‘I’m Josh, by the way,’ he said, making her straighten her gaze awkwardly. Josh’s manhood was twice the size of Owen’s.
‘Frances,’ she said. ‘Nice to meet you.’
As they walked, she learned that Josh and his friend were from Penzance in Cornwall. They were professional surfers. On most days, they drove to the opposite side of the island where the waves were bigger. On their days off, they always came here to enjoy a day of total freedom from their wet suits and all the gear. It was the perfect way to recharge before a competition.
They reached their spot, and Josh introduced Frances to Ben, who was stuffing a set of paddle balls along with a pair of flippers into a tote bag. Pleasantries were exchanged. Ben had long curly hair. His left arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos. He wore nothing but a pair of mirrored Ray-Bans. His body had much more bulk than Josh’s. His sculpted abdomen made Frances bite her lip involuntarily. Ben noticed that and grinned which almost gave her a stroke of embarrassment. His penis was smaller than what Josh was packing and uncut but still well above Owen’s size.
‘You stole this young lady’s towel, mate,’ Josh said.
‘What?’ Ben’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Shit! The green towel was yours?’
‘It was, yeah.’
‘I’m so sorry,’ Ben said. ‘I thought somebody had left it behind. There was nobody in the water. I was going to leave it at the front desk of the hotel.’
‘It’s fine,’ she said, and they all laughed about it. She took it back, but instead of wrapping it around herself to cover her modesty, she folded it and gripped it under her arm.
‘I’m glad that I caught you. The towel is literally all the clothes I have with me.’
Josh and Ben looked at each other.
‘Wow,’ Josh said.
‘That’s bold,’ Ben said. ’Imagine turning up at the reception in your birthday suit, “Ahem, room two-oh-six please.”’
‘I could’ve made a dress from the weeds,’ Frances protested.
‘I’m not sure they would let in someone wearing a bundle of grass,’ Ben laughed. A few minutes into their conversation, she barely even realised that the three of them weren’t wearing any clothes. It felt so natural, as if she’d bumped into Josh and Ben on the subway or in the library.
They told her about a competition that was happening tomorrow and asked her to come. She said that she would consider it.
‘You don’t go to nude beaches often, do you?’ Josh asked after a while. Frances hesitated. He obviously meant the patches of pale skin that framed her breasts and crotch. There was no point in lying. Neither of them had those. Their asses were as sun-kissed as their shoulders and very sexy.
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,’ Josh went on. ‘You have a great body.’
‘Gorgeous,’ Ben added.
Frances swallowed, then smiled. Her heart began pounding in her chest uncontrollably. Hearing them reference the areas of her body that she had kept away from anyone’s eyes except Owen’s for so many years set her off. They looked; of course they looked. They weren’t lewd about it, but they surveyed her body with the same interest she studied theirs. It made her unbelievably horny. Stripped of her clothes and all the deeply ingrained inhibitions, she wanted them. She wanted them both.
‘You saved me a lot of embarrassment today, boys,’ Frances stuttered. This was such a stupid, cliche thing to say, and she hated herself for it, but she didn’t know of any other way to ask them to fuck her. ‘I was wondering whether there was something I could do in return.’
She stepped over to Josh and pressed her palm lasciviously against his chest. When he didn’t protest, she slid it downwards over his stomach. As crazy as that was, she found herself holding his penis in her hand, stroking it gently. She dropped to her knees and looked up to meet his eye. His cock grew harder and longer in her hand. She could barely wrap her fingers around it. She shot a brief glance to Ben, who stood speechless a few paces away. She beckoned at him and waited for him to join them. She ran her hand along his muscular thigh. Then she wrapped her fingers along his shaft and pulled his foreskin all the way down.
‘Wild,’ Ben whispered, caressing her hair.
Frances licked his glans which made him hard almost instantly. He grew to a size almost identical to Josh, whose cock she was sucking now, twirling her tongue around the head. She was good at giving head, and she knew it. Josh reached down and cupped her breast in his hand. He rubbed it and circled around the areola before giving the other one an equal share of attention. She kept stroking him but took Ben inside her mouth now. She rolled his foreskin over the head and stuck her tongue under it, forcing him to moan.
Suddenly, she was being lifted up and carried away in Ben’s arms. Josh followed them to the nearby blanket where all three dropped to their knees. Frances lifted her round ass up in the air, exposing her watering pussy to Josh. Ben’s cock appeared next to her mouth, and she started sucking him.
She felt Josh’s fingers sliding between the folds of her vagina and circling over her clit, his other hand stroking the arch of her back. Then he pressed both his hands against her buttocks, spreading them before going down on her. Her eyes rolled back blissfully. She kept sucking Ben who was now fondling her tits.
Frances had never even thought about fucking two guys at once. Threesomes were for celebrities and porn stars. She didn’t know anyone who had one, and if someone had asked her to join, she would’ve laughed it off and refused. In her mind, it wasn’t something that quiet, orderly women like herself did. But now, she was mesmerised by all the attention her body was receiving. She didn’t even know these guys’ names five minutes ago. The mad spontaneity of the act made her feel in control.
She whimpered when the bulk of Josh’s cock entered her. He was gentle and took time with her which she appreciated but didn’t need. She had been craving him inside her so bad. His size alone was driving her to ecstasy. He grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her from behind. Ben lifted her arms from the rough blanket and placed them onto his thighs. Frances appreciated that with a smile and rewarded him by taking his cock deep in her mouth.
She let them spit-roast her like that for a while. Then she pressed her buttocks firmly against Josh’s crotch, feeling the entire length of his penis inside her and started gyrating. She gestured at Ben to lie down while Josh wrapped his arms around her torso, cupping her tits from behind. Frances turned to kiss him deeply, then got up and straddled Ben. When comfortable, she pressed both of her palms against his muscular chest and started riding him.
In the meantime, Josh stood up and circled them so that Frances could suck him. Their gazes met when she grabbed his cock. He was throbbing, not far from coming which she found irresistible. Riding one cock while sucking another proved a lot harder than it looked in porn. Frances decided to focus most of her attention on herself for a change. She moved a little further away to make Ben’s penis hit her G-spot, then built up speed.
Her breath deepened. She came loudly with one hand pressed against Ben’s chest, the other wrapped around Josh’s shaft. The shudders of orgasm passed violently through her body like the earthquakes that often shook this Mediterranean island.
As soon as she regained control of her own body, she wrapped both her hands tightly around Josh’s manhood. She took him in his mouth again, stroking and sucking at the same time. She could feel his body tense just before his cock begun pumping hot semen inside her mouth. She drained him completely and swallowed every last drop while looking in his eyes. Ben saw what was coming and exploded shortly after Frances took him inside her mouth. She licked his foreskin thoroughly before leaving him with a smile.
Josh collapsed on the blanket next to Ben and closed his eyes. Breathing heavily, both of them were completely drained. The sun had set, and it was getting dark outside. In an unguarded moment, Frances slipped her green towel back on and disappeared behind the dunes to enjoy the rest of what had become the wildest holidays she had ever had.
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