Bare Beach Girl's Secret
by aichiyu ©

It was a hot July day. I had decided to visit a long white-sand beach on 
an island off Florida, near where I was staying at the time. Wearing just 
a pair of brown shorts, I swam across the narrow channel separating one 
beach from the other, and made my way through the piles of driftwood and 
tropical vegetation to the broad band of white sand stretching out south.

Along the way I passed a few nudists, mostly solitary men but a few 
couples. I just kept walking; I wasn't into seeing men or couples -- it 
was a single woman I was seeking. Once I cleared the nude end of the 
beach, I breathed a sign of relief. The long, slender beach stretched out 
in front of me, empty as a dry bone.

I loved this beach. The waves from the Gulf of Mexico lapped it like lips 
licking something delicious. I knew my chances of finding a solitary girl 
here were small; but if I couldn't do that, the next best thing was to be 
able to be absolutely alone. So I walked, a mile or so, and never saw a 
soul.

Finally I reached a point where the beach widened slightly, and I had an 
expansive view north and south. Offshore, a small sailboat drifted 
languidly in the salty sea; overhead seabirds circled, no doubt hoping for 
an easy lunch from those onboard. I sat down on the sand, my back against 
a log, and squinted at the boat. Was it my imagination or was that a naked 
woman lying on the bow?

The boat ever so slowly edged northward, and I lay back, shielding my eyes 
against the sun. Since no one was around, I decided to slip off my shorts 
and let the sun warm my entire body. I knew I looked good – six feet tall, 
lean, in the best shape I'd been since a teenager. I turned over to let 
the sun warm my behind, and started fantasizing about a woman, a lovely 
woman suddenly materializing on this beach.

Here, I should slow down and explain. A few years earlier, about three I 
think, I'd been wandering right on this very beach when I'd met a woman 
from Ohio, down for a break from college, and she was as hot as anyone I'd 
ever seen in my life. As I approached her, from the same direction as I 
took today, she had removed a see-through, skimpy top from her naked body 
and lay back on the sand. We flirted for a while, she eyed my cock, which 
was hard as a rock inside these same shorts I was wearing today, but for 
some reason I couldn't close the deal. Any guys out there know what I 
mean? This woman was beautiful and she clearly wanted to be fucked, but I 
blew it, and let the opportunity pass me by, though I'd regretted it ever 
since (obviously).

Truth is, I was conflicted and somewhat guilty, pursuing this obsession of 
mine, finding single naked women ready for sex on this remote beach, 
because I had a partner, yet I kept coming back, wanting to make it 
happen, maybe just for the thrill.

As my memory of that other episode sent blood rushing toward my genitals, 
my cock started unfurling and I turned over. As I did so, and this is the 
absolute truth, what at first I thought might be an apparition appeared 
nearby. It was a girl, a young, skinny girl, in a black bikini, with a big 
towel, holding it up and shaking it conspicuously, then she dropped it and 
ran into the shallow waters of Gulf nearby.

I was as every much as embarrassed as I was excited. This woman had 
clearly seen me naked, including my erection. And, rather than running 
away, she had acted in a way I found provocative, because she had removed 
her bikini top, and was now splashing around topless in the warm Gulf 
surf.

I stood up, pulled on my shorts over my now painfully engorged cock, and 
walked down to the water's edge. She was a little ways down from me, so I 
eased into the water and slowly worked my way closer to her, never taking 
my eyes off her pretty breasts and long dark hair. As I got close she 
ducked under water and came up tying her top back into place.

"Hi," I said. She smiled back at me. "You almost caught me topless," she 
flirted. "I did catch you topless," I said. She smiled again and twirled 
around in the surf.

"Isn't there a nude beach somewhere around here?" she asked. I heard the 
soft drawl in her accent, this was clearly a Southern girl I was closing 
in on. Plus, she was very young – maybe 20, I guessed.

"Down there," I indicated the direction I had come from. There are a bunch 
of naked people there. "But this better here," I added.

"How so?"

"Less crowded." Just then, out of the soft mist that, I saw a couple 
people strolling along the beach. Damn! Oh well, they wouldn't be able to 
see below the surface, which is where I hoped some action would be 
developing very soon, between me and this very hot young woman.

"Where you from?"

"Ocala." I liked the way she said that.

By the time the beach walkers passed and continued toward the nude end of 
the beach, we had drifted apart perhaps 15 feet or so. 

"I like swimming nude," she ventured, smiling slyly at me once again. "It 
feels good."

"Like this?" I held up my shorts, which I had stripped off earlier in 
order to free my yearning cock, which exposed in the warm salt water was 
steadily growing in length and breadth, anticipating a big sexual release 
very, very soon.

She smiled and turned away, then once again stripped off her top. The soft 
waves rose and fell, whenever the water level went down a notch her pretty 
breasts were bared to my view, either from the side or from straight on, 
as she continued to dance around in the water.

My heart was pounding. It was time to make my move. I dove under the water 
and raced to close the gap between us, surfacing right next to her. As I 
did so, underwater, I saw her pretty legs and the small piece of black 
material that stood between me and her tight little pussy. She turned to 
face me. Her nipples stood straight out at me, begging for my touch. With 
my free hand I was all over them, then I wanted more, so I looped my 
shorts partway up one leg, hoping they wouldn't escape in the surf, and 
grabbed one tit in each hand. Though small, they were just as advertised – 
soft, white (against her suntanned neck and tummy), firm, and perky. I 
kneaded both breasts and then opened my mouth to start kissing her.

"I hope you don't mind," I mumbled. She only moaned in response, as our 
mouths crashed together in a violent kiss. I kissed her over and over. My 
arms were around her now, and she was clinging to my naked body, her hands 
(one holding her top) were roaming over the muscles on my shoulders and my 
back. One of her hands snuck down to my naked bottom, bringing a new 
shiver of delight as she squeezed me there. This girl might be young, but 
she seemed to know how to make love.

I was madly kissing her face, her eyes, her hair and her breasts. I took 
first one nipple, then the other, between my lips to kiss and bite. I 
mouthed her whole breast, one at a time. My cock was pressing into her 
belly button, I pulled back and then pointed it lower, straight at her 
pussy through the thin cloth of her bikini bottoms. Then I slid my hands 
down her back under her suit. Her bottom felt delightful and I felt my 
cock surge to a new level of hardness. I love girl's bottoms, small, tight 
but soft, round and fleshy yet firm and ever so palpable.

Now I had her suit lowered in back but not yet in front. That would be the 
last frontier, but there would be no stopping me now. Not that she wanted 
me to stop.

This girl from Ocala was obviously lost in the pleasure of the moment, far 
from offering resistance, she was gently, even violently urging me on now, 
wriggling against me, pressing all of her body up and down against my 
naked frame. My excitement was so extreme I barely noticed that another 
beach-walking couple had come into view; suddenly this spot didn't feel so 
secluded after all. She noticed them at the same time as I did, and we 
fell away from each other for a moment, panting. We stood in water up to 
our chests, perhaps a foot apart, and I noticed she was around six or 
eight inches shorter than me. The tops of her bare breasts were visible; 
we were maybe 20 feet offshore, and she crouched down ever so slightly to 
let our visitors pass. She was smiling at me, and I thought about how 
pretty her face was. Just a nice, open expression on this young woman, 
playful, nothing hidden, nothing sleazy, just a nice girl about to have 
sex with a total stranger in the Gulf of Mexico.

I wondered who she was, what was going on, why this was happening. Was 
this a fantasy she'd anticipated, as it was for me? Was this something she 
did often? I didn't ask her a thing, however, we just waited for the 
others to get out of the way so we could jump back onto each other. I 
glanced at the couple as they were parallel to us, and noticed they both 
were looking our way. The woman was attractive, in her 20s, the guy 
similar. Both wore swimsuits and were in good shape, sun-tanned. Maybe 
locals. But they seemed onto us. When they were a few steps past, I forgot 
them, however, and grabbed the girl again. She was ready; this time she 
jumped right up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I stood 
her down long enough to yank her bikini bottoms down, and slip them over 
my left arm, where I also now had moved my own swimsuit, so as not to lose 
either one. She still had her top looped over one of her shoulders.

My cock was close to the bursting point as I jammed it into her wide open 
pussy. She was so small and tight, but, of course, very wet, probably a 
combination of ocean water and her own juices. Her thin, lithe body felt 
light as air in my arms, but of course she was floating in salt water at 
the time. Still, I doubt she weighed much over 100 pounds. My penis 
extended all the way into her and hit against the back of her vagina, 
which was already contracting around me as I pounded in and out of her. In 
the excitement, we had sort of edged up onto a sidebar, and now I realized 
I was only in waist-deep water, and her naked body was completely visible 
above the water line. I rotated her slightly to see the couple now perhaps 
30 feet up the beach looking back at us and smiling. They were certainly 
getting an eyeful, and they didn't seem to mind! The guy's hand was 
already playfully roaming over the woman's bottom, and it looked like she 
might be grabbing him in front, I wasn't sure.

Whatever, I kept my main attention on this wonderful fucking I was 
getting. I had never screwed a stranger before, and this was also my 
fondest fantasy – something I'd dreamed of happening for years. I was 
holding a beautiful naked girl in my arms, fucking her with all of my 
strength, under the afternoon sun, in full view of other strangers, who 
were clearly turned on by what they saw. It was heaven.

This went on for some time. The voyeur couple disappeared behind some sea 
grass, no doubt to continue to spy on us a little less obviously and 
probably engage in some action of their own. At this point, I didn't care 
if a bus load off tourists showed up, nothing was going to stop me from 
climaxing into this young girl's tight-stretched pussy. I fucked and 
fucked and fucked. She bucked against me, screaming out loud now as her 
own pleasures overtook her. We were two animals, mating in the surf.

My orgasm was explosive. It felt like I shot my whole insides into her. 
She convulsed around the same time, pressing her whole being into me as 
orgasms shook her as well. It was glorious.

Afterwards, I set her down and said, "Thank you." Then I tried a lame 
joke, "I hope there aren't any sharks around here!" (As if she might be a 
virgin...) 

"What?" she said, a little startled.

We both got our suits back on, and I soon realized I had to return to 
catch my ride home. I wasn't sure what to say, but I tried this: "Sorry, 
I've got to go. Thank you."

She just smiled and waved goodbye. When I looked back she was still 
swimming around in the shallows, with a nice smile on her face.

Although I returned many times to that beach, I never saw her again. But 
I've never forgotten her, either.