What Happened Behind the Rocks at the Nudist Beach

—You’re wearing very tight swim trunks.

She said it without even looking up from my crotch, with a smile that didn’t ask permission. I’d been looking at him for a while too, so I wasn’t offended. I returned the appraisal with the same calm.

It was hard not to stare. Barely in his early twenties, wiry body, skin golden from weeks of sun, and swim trunks that covered the legal minimum. He stood out on that beach of families and rented umbrellas. He wasn’t the only one who had been eyeing him sideways, but maybe he was the only one his age and build.

—Yours doesn’t leave much to the imagination either —I replied.

—I like sunbathing with as little fabric as possible. It’d be even better if I could take it all off.

—Not here, unfortunately. The ladies on the deck chairs would lynch us.

—What if we look for a more discreet spot? —he asked, nodding toward the rocks in the distance.

Behind those rocks, following the line of the surf, the official nudist area began.

—I’m Iván —he added.

—Diego.

We gathered our things almost in a hurry. Towels flung over the backpack, flip-flops half on. We made our way to the southern end of the beach without saying another word, both of us with a pleasant knot in our stomachs.

As soon as we crossed the rocks, right in that little bend where neither area could see us, my hand went straight to his swim trunks.

—Need a hand?

—If you’re going to give me a hand, use both.

That was exactly what I did. I’d already kicked mine off and tossed it on top of the backpack. I was just about to pull his down when a woman appeared on the path behind us.

I expected to feel embarrassed or, worse, chased off. Neither happened. She stopped a couple of meters away, slowly took in the two cocks hanging between our thighs, and without losing her smile, started to lower the straps of her swimsuit.

She did it slowly, with undulating movements, as if she knew perfectly well what she was producing. Thirty-something, blond hair tied to one side, generous breasts, pubic hair shaved bare. She was as naked as we were and didn’t take a step back.

In that bend, isolated from the rest of the world, three strangers looked at one another without surprise. Sun-browned skin, soft bodies, desire rising in silence. Sparks were flying in the hot air.

—Hi, boys —she said at last—. Are you heading to the nudist area to show off those amazing bodies? Might as well settle in together, no? I’m Carolina.

—Diego and Iván.

Of course we said yes. Gallantly, I picked up her bag from the sand. We crossed the last few meters and headed into the display of flesh in search of a quiet place to lie down.

***

On the way we didn’t miss a thing. I have to admit that, despite the excellent company, my eyes kept drifting after some of the bodies tanning in the sand. We spread out the towels a little apart from the others. She untied the bag and took out a bottle of tanning oil.

—Want me to put some on you first? —she asked, with a look that left little room for debate.

—I’d love that.

Iván didn’t want to miss the party. I ended up getting a four-handed massage. Lying on my back on the towel, with my cock pointed at the sky without a trace of shame, I felt her palms sliding up my legs and his coming down from my chest to my belly, until they met on my shaved balls.

Two strangers groping me in full sun and out in the open, on a public beach. They were damn good at it. The tanning oil slid hot between their fingers and my skin, and I started losing track of where one hand ended and the other began.

My hands weren’t resting either. My right on Iván’s cock. My left squeezing the breasts hanging beside me. I pinched Carolina’s nipples with just enough softness to draw a sigh from her.

Amid laughter, they made me roll over face down.

—Turn over!

They continued along my back, rubbing frankly, down to my ass, which they paid special attention to. I never knew whose fingers ventured between my cheeks, slick with oil, or which ones kneaded me harder. The sand under my belly was digging into my cock, rock hard for ages, and it hurt. But it was a pleasant pain, the kind that comes from staying aroused without coming.

As a small revenge, I chose him for the next round. Carolina would have to wait and slowly simmer while groping two young guys. I took the bottle from her without asking.

Together, she and I covered every inch of Iván’s skin. Arms, chest, abdomen, groin. She grabbed his balls as if they’d belonged to her forever and started stroking him slowly while I held the base. A low sound escaped his throat, more of a groan than a moan.

Meanwhile, one of her playful fingers was lost between my cheeks, in my ass. Her other hand had slipped between Carolina’s long, powerful thighs. I’d already got her nicely worked up; my fingers smelled like her. When Iván took over, she leaned against my belly and came in silence, biting her lip so as not to draw attention.

***

We helped her lie down between us and I squeezed a good stream of cream over her breasts. I massaged them to my heart’s content, brushing my hands against Iván’s, who also didn’t want to give up that part. They were generous enough for both of us to fit without getting in each other’s way.

Over Carolina’s body, we looked into each other’s eyes in earnest for the first time. Iván leaned in. I did too. The first kiss was barely a brush, a recognition. Carolina noticed at once.

—I want some too.

We both bent down over her face and our three mouths met at once. Things turned lascivious immediately. I don’t know which of us stuck out his tongue first, but when I felt his searching for mine I parted my lips and we shared saliva like teenagers. Carolina, wasting no time, stretched out her arms and grabbed one cock each, never stopping her slow stroking.

Without leaving her breasts, I let my other hand slide down her belly. It wasn’t completely flat; it was voluptuous, soft, perfect, and I was late reaching the navel, where Iván’s hand was already waiting. I passed it by, went down between her thighs, and found her shaved vulva.

The first finger went in through a wetness that was no longer entirely new. Her lips were swollen, hot, and when I brushed her clit she let out a louder sound. In response, she sped up the rhythm of her hands on us.

I plunged my finger into her. Iván didn’t take long to join in. We ended up fingering her one each, and that pussy welcomed them gratefully. We took her to a second orgasm without much effort, and little by little she brought us toward ours.

The contractions of her vulva tightening around our fingers and the growing volume of her sighs were the signal. We came almost at the same time over her belly and breasts, even splattering the other’s thighs. We were so tense it was explosive.

We spread the semen over her skin as if it were more tanning oil, trying to hide it a little in case someone had seen us.

***

It was incredible. Three strangers doing everything, in public, in a corner of sand not as secluded as it seemed. But nobody was paying us any attention. Every time I lifted my head and looked around, no gaze stayed on us for more than a few seconds. A couple of girls settled nearby and started their own games, as naked as everyone else on that beach.

Carolina sat up, turned, and launched herself at Iván’s cock, licking the remains of both of us and the splashes she had on her pubis. There was no way to hide that anymore. If anyone looked at that moment, they’d see it. In that part of the beach, though, the most they could feel was envy.

Her turn left her ass right at hand height. I kneaded it and slid a finger down the crack until I found her asshole. I leaned over her, licked her pubis, her cunt, the thick mixture left there. Carolina spread her legs to make it easier for me and I settled between her thighs. Iván bent over my head and every time I lifted my tongue from her vulva, we kissed again.

Without letting go of the cock in her mouth, Iván searched for mine with his own, tugging my body closer to him. The three of us ended up forming a kind of triangle. Each mouth occupied with one of the other two bodies.

My skin received Iván’s tongue in a continuous cycle of licking. We went on devouring one another until our cocks were hard again, no longer caring who might be watching. I managed to drive Carolina to at least one more orgasm before letting go of her cunt.

***

We talked about going down to the sea to cool off, but none of us had any real intention of stopping. We walked down the sand with our cocks still hard and a first-rate heat. Carolina had a very clear idea. As we walked, she put it bluntly:

—I want both of you at once. Diego in front, Iván behind.

It was the first time, as she confessed, that she had two cocks at her complete disposal, and she wasn’t going to waste it. As for me, I was ready to fuck her against anything or through any hole. As soon as we reached a spot where the water covered enough to conceal us, she climbed into my arms.

She wrapped her thighs around my waist and let my cock find the way almost on its own. With a little help. Iván’s hand grabbed my glans and guided it between her swollen lips. He held onto us from behind and quickly found his way to her ass. It took him a little longer, but she held her breath and pushed back until he went all the way in.

It didn’t take long for us to get in sync. She went up and down between our bodies, taking one, then the other. Someone swam past us, but quickly moved away without stopping.

I could feel her tits pressed against my chest and Iván’s hands on my back, holding me and caressing me at the same time. On my cock I felt the heat of her cunt closing around each thrust. Carolina spoke to me softly, in my ear:

—Come inside me.

Iván did it first, letting go with a long sigh against the back of my neck. I didn’t take much longer to fill her pussy. She had already come several times, in stages, between the two of us. This time we did let the water carry away the evidence.

***

We went back to the towels with our breathing still uneven. We lay in the sun a little longer, trading soft caresses under the excuse of the tanning oil, or without one. We still wanted each other. I was left wanting more, especially him. Carolina, as she told us, wanted to see the two of us together for real, not sharing.

—Are you leaving? —she asked when evening was beginning to fall.

—Do you have something in mind?

Carolina smiled, rummaged in her bag, and took out the hotel key card. She held it up between two fingers without saying another word.

Nothing else was needed. We gathered the towels, shook off the sand, and left the seaside promenade with the little orgy waiting to continue behind closed doors.