I Went to a Nude Beach Alone and Came Back Changed

I’ve never felt comfortable in my body. My obsession is my breasts: I’ve never seen them firm enough, high enough, and that idea got so deep inside me that I ended up making an appointment with a sexologist. I wasn’t looking for bedroom tricks, but for a way to look at myself in the mirror without averting my eyes. After several sessions, among many other things, she made me a recommendation that left me frozen.

—I want you to try nudism —she said.

—Nudism? I’m embarrassed just changing in the gym.

—I know —she replied calmly—. That’s exactly why. Find a remote beach, somewhere you don’t know anyone. Start by letting yourself be seen.

And that’s what I did. After a couple of nights searching online, I chose a very long beach on the coast of Almería, a strip of gray sand and rocks where nudism was almost mandatory and the atmosphere had nothing family-friendly about it. I imagined it would be more of a meeting point for single men, but I preferred that to running into someone I knew on a mixed beach.

It was the end of June. Summer had barely begun and that stretch of coast was still half empty. I parked with no trouble and, with my bag and a tiny sun umbrella, walked to a rocky corner where there was absolutely nobody. I stripped off quickly, smeared on some sunscreen, and lay down to listen to an audiobook. The truth is I didn’t know whether being completely alone was helping with the therapy. If nobody could see me, how was I supposed to lose my embarrassment?

Well, this is only the first attempt. There would be a second and a third time, and little by little I’d let myself be seen. But I didn’t have time to plan anything. While I was mulling it over, a couple in their mid-thirties appeared, both of them dressed in street clothes. Seriously? Ten kilometers of open beach, and they came to sit right next to me. Shock therapy, I thought. I got so embarrassed I grabbed the scarf I’d brought and quickly covered my breasts.

They saw me, but as if I didn’t exist. They settled about ten meters away and started undressing without the slightest ceremony, until they were as naked as the day they were born. My pulse slowed a little when I saw they were in the same situation as me, although I was missing someone like that beside me to really call it a draw.

She was blonde, with very dark skin —not a single swimsuit tan line, which meant she did this often—, with breast implants and a few fine tattoos on her ribs. A wide-brimmed hat covered half her face, but she was clearly attractive. Average height and very toned, like someone who did weights and had a lot of discipline. While she was getting ready, I could see she didn’t have a single hair and had a neat, tucked-in pussy, the kind where the labia hide everything else. During the ritual of spreading out the towel and rummaging for the sunscreen, she went through every possible position, leaving nothing to my imagination.

—Hi, you don’t mind if we set up here, do you? —he asked me.

—Uh… no, of course not.

I didn’t understand why they’d settled so close when there was the whole beach for them. Deep down, I appreciated it: the therapy would work better with company than in my deserted corner. But I was still clutching my scarf.

—It’s my first time on this beach —I blurted out, not really sure why.

—We love it here, especially this time of year, when it’s empty —he said, having already taken off his swim trunks some time before.

—You’re not used to nudism, are you? —she added—. I say that because you were naked and covered yourself as soon as you saw us arrive. Don’t worry about us.

I got nervous and didn’t know what to answer. Then I did that thing we sometimes do with a stranger: suddenly confessing the most intimate thing. I told them about my insecurities, about therapy, about the nudism advice.

—It did wonders for my self-esteem —he said. No surprise, with a gift like that between his legs.

—We prefer there to be people around, though not too many —she pointed out—. We like looking and being looked at. No point pretending otherwise.

I started to understand why they had sat so close to me. The thing was, I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes kept going there shamelessly, and I had to turn my head to do it, and once she caught me at it and smiled. For them it was the most natural thing in the world; for me, it wasn’t. Every time I looked at him I associated nudism with sex, no matter what. I watched his penis, flaccid but resting on his belly, his shaved testicles hanging low in the heat. With every movement the thing swung from side to side, and almost without realizing it, I lowered the scarf until I let it drop completely. She was lying down and couldn’t see me, so I let myself go alone with the scene.

As if turning a page in a book, I licked my fingers and moistened my nipples. I stroked them slowly and, with the fresh sea breeze, they hardened completely. That gave my breasts a bit of firmness and, without meaning to, gave me a bit of confidence too. Sitting up and facing them, I began to rub my groin very softly. I like to go slowly with myself; when I touch myself alone I don’t have the nerves or the modesty I do in company. I ran my fingers through the folds without touching the clit yet, playing, delaying. I wanted to keep watching that naked couple and that body that seemed more impossible to me with every passing minute.

Little by little I fenced in the center, pressing just above it, where I’m very sensitive. Once it had swelled and grown used to the friction, I used three fingers and drew circles, helping myself with saliva, going faster and faster until I found the rhythm I knew would take me there. In the final seconds, with every hair on my body standing on end and my breathing racing, I changed direction and started moving up and down, slower but with more force. I couldn’t help a short moan. I closed my legs, trapping my hand, and stayed that way, curled in on myself, until pleasure released me. Then I relaxed completely and lay back down again, as if nothing had happened.

***

Half an hour later I saw her get up and walk toward the water. Halfway there, she gestured for me to come with her. I accepted and, dying of embarrassment, went naked to the shore without looking back, praying that he wasn’t watching me.

—How’s it going? —she asked when the water reached our waists.

—A lot calmer, to be honest.

—I can see that, and I’m not surprised —she said with a sly smile.

—Why aren’t you surprised?

—Because I saw the way you look at my guy.

—Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to…

She put a finger to my lips. The gesture was almost rough, but I was too embarrassed to react. I only hoped she hadn’t seen me doing the other thing.

—I saw you masturbating —she said bluntly.

—Shit… I couldn’t help it —I admitted, ready to grab my things and disappear.

—We loved it.

—What?

—We loved watching you.

I didn’t know where to put myself. I had gone from pretending to be shy to a couple of strangers catching me touching myself live. What a therapy, I’m worse off than before. But it didn’t end there.

—When we go back to the towel I’m going to start sucking my guy off —she told me, staring straight at me—. You’re not going to be the only one enjoying herself today. While I do that to him, I want you to come over and stand next to him. We’ve already talked it over.

Good God! What had I gotten myself into? All at once I got hot again like at the beginning, and all I could do was nod. She turned around, walked back to him stroking his thigh and, without further preamble, took that still-soft piece of flesh into her mouth and began moving her head up and down.

***

I walked over slowly, and by then the last thing on my mind was that I was completely naked. My breasts swayed with every step, and I felt the dampness between my legs again. As I drew closer, I heard the wet sound of her mouth at work. She was an expert. I stopped a couple of meters away and he lifted his head, smiling. She spent more time licking his testicles and the base than the tip. One hand braced on the sand and the other holding him, while she tried to take him all the way into her mouth, he slipped out, and she went back for him with even more eagerness. She panted, her eyes shining, and kept her back arched and her pussy fully exposed, as if asking for someone to pay attention to her from behind.

—Come here, stand next to me —he said, letting go for a second.

Her lips were reddened from the rubbing. I knelt down and stretched out my hand to her saliva-soaked testicles, and started stroking them. He reached toward my leg; I took his hand and brought it to my right breast so he could knead it. This is the therapy I really needed. My heart was pounding through my whole body. I leaned closer until my face sank into his crotch, and she looked at me, gave me a brief kiss that left me trembling, and guided that toward my mouth, inviting me to continue what she had started.

I didn’t beat around the bush. I took him all the way in, wanting to taste him completely. I pushed him to the back of my throat and held it for a couple of seconds, even though saliva and tears escaped me, because I could feel him hardening with every thrust. She rested while stroking my back, slowly moving down toward my buttocks. It was the first time I’d been with a woman, and yet I felt as if I’d been at this my whole life. My insecurities had vanished completely. While I kept my mouth occupied, she started massaging my asshole with a bit of saliva. I relaxed, and a finger went in first, then two, and after a while she moved behind me to use her tongue.

There we were, the three of us chained together, with me in the middle, enjoying myself like never before. She alternated her tongue with three fingers, making sure I was properly prepared. I already had a hunch why.

—Come on, mount it —she ordered.

I stood up and, squatting, sat down on the tip, aiming it exactly where she had prepared me. I lowered myself slowly, with nothing but saliva for lubricant, until I had him all the way inside. He seemed close to finishing from the double attention earlier, but he held back. I gradually picked up the pace and our moans mixed together, getting louder and louder. She took advantage of that to sit on his face, looking at me. The scene was obscenely arousing. My breasts bounced and he tried to catch them whenever he could. My pussy brushed against his pelvis as I went down, leaving a thick trail of everything that had built up since that first time alone.

I started taking myself out less and less until the contact with his skin was constant. I leaned a little forward, trying to press on my clit, and she, with his face soaked, did the same from above. Then he caught her center with his mouth and started sucking until she went rigid, her lips a centimeter from mine. I was still moving, sliding without separating from him. We found each other’s mouths in the most shameless way I’d ever tried, tongues tangled, our breathing breaking in fits. In one of those pauses I started trembling on top of him, letting out a small gush over his belly, contracting with every spasm. I came like a madwoman when she wrapped her arms around my neck and, pulling her face away, let go too over his mouth.

***

He gave my ass a slap, wordlessly telling me to change positions. I got onto all fours and she slid in underneath me, in a sixty-nine, with her pussy at mouth level and her face right under mine, ready to receive whatever fell. I started licking her slowly, more to accompany than to push her to the edge, while he went back in very deep, until he bumped into me and into her nose. His thrusts didn’t last long: in less than a minute he grabbed my waist and stayed buried to the hilt. He held it there for fifteen or twenty seconds, stroking my back and buttocks with the tips of his fingers, while I rested on her thighs and gave her soft kisses. She, in turn, ran her tongue over me completely, waiting for whatever came next.

What began with her mouth ended with her mouth. He pulled out and moved toward her lips; she didn’t hesitate to suck the tip until she got the last drop out of him. I had a privileged view from above, watching them close that circle. After that the three of us lay down to rest, until a tongue woke me near the groin. I jolted, but immediately remembered where I was and turned over. It was him, carefully working me over while she took a dip in the sea. It turned me on enormously and I opened myself up to give him a better angle.

He moved slowly, with lots of saliva, from the perineum to my sex. He slipped his tongue in for a moment and withdrew it, again and again, teasing me, until I started getting impatient and stroked his head, begging him to get to the point. But the sly bastard had no intention of making it that easy. He traced the edges, went down, went up, opened every fold with his tongue, speeding up little by little, five or six passes on one side and the same on the other, never losing contact.

I didn’t know when he’d get to my clit, but I wanted it with all my strength; in the end I asked him out loud. At last he opened his mouth into a circle and, shielding the most sensitive spot, surrounded it with his lips, flooded it with saliva, and brought his tongue close. When I felt it there, I let out a long moan. He licked it with short strokes, creating a heat that melted me. Then he switched to circles, soft and constant, a massage that brought me right to the edge again and again, stopping just in time to make me suffer. He slid his thumb behind me, barely, and with his other hand he searched for and found the exact spot inside, curving his fingers with a gentle, precise pressure.

When he decided the torture had gone on long enough, he started with short, quick, wet sucks, much better than any toy. I didn’t last even half a minute. The fingers inside me, the thumb behind me, and the tongue in exactly the right place made me scream with pleasure, letting out a gush that he caught without losing a single drop. Then he wrapped his mouth around me again, licking me more and more softly until I began to relax. He finished by coming up to my breasts, sucking my hardened nipples until my pulse returned to normal.

She was already close, but she had kept a prudent distance so as not to cut me off. After that the three of us had a soft drink together, without talking much about what had happened, getting to know each other a little better and understanding their way of living. We exchanged contact information and I said goodbye; they stayed a little longer on the sand. I went back to the car still wet, my body throbbing and my head lighter than ever.

I think at my next appointment with the sexologist I’m going to thank her for the nudism suggestion, though I very much doubt this was the kind of therapeutic exercise she had in mind. Thanks for reading me, and I hope you enjoyed it almost as much as I did.