We Got Naked on the Beach in Front of Strangers

I had plans with Vera one Saturday to have dinner with her group of friends. The restaurant was a short walk from her place, so I decided to leave the car in her garage and walk there together. I arrived quite a bit early and found her naked, putting on makeup in front of the bedroom mirror, with two hangers hanging from the wardrobe door.

—I’m torn between these two —she told me without turning around—. I think I’m going to wear this one.

It surprised me. It wasn’t a dress or a skirt like the ones she usually chose when we went out. It was a light one-piece jumpsuit, fitted at the waist, one of those things that outline your whole figure. She slipped it on in an instant to show me.

—How is it you can’t just be normal? You’re only ever gorgeous —I told her—. You’re to die for. Anyone would lose their mind over you.

She laughed, took off the jumpsuit, and went back to painting her lips in front of the mirror, naked again, tits out and nipples hardened by the cool air from the fan.

—Well, well, that’s what you say —she replied—. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. My self-esteem is pretty high too, even more so with what you just said. Tonight I’m going to test the guy I “seem” to be seeing. And I don’t think he’s going to pass.

She trusted me completely, so she laid out her plan for me while she lined her eyes. She had told him about the night walk along the riverbank, that first time the two of us went out to dinner alone and ended up barefoot on the shore. He loved it, and I’d also thought it was wonderful. Since then she’d suggested a similar walk several times, and he always replied in ways that made it clear he had the slightest interest in sharing a romantic moment with her.

—Either he’s a man with not a shred of initiative, or he’s thick as a brick —she said with a shrug—. And that despite the fact he keeps telling me a thousand times how much he likes me. Tonight I’m bringing it up again. With these clothes, if I had to pee in the fields I’d have to strip almost completely. You can’t turn down an offer like that.

I came up behind her, took her by the elbows, and moved her a step away from the mirror until she could see herself almost full-length.

—Look at yourself properly and tell me you’re not looking at a beautiful woman —I said in her ear—. You leave anyone who looks at you speechless.

—Especially like this, with so little on —she answered, laughing.

—Now close your eyes and keep thinking about yourself. You’re intelligent, you’ve got a very well-organized head on your shoulders, you’re funny, and you’re gorgeous. Think about it carefully: do you really think you deserve a guy you have to shove your personality in front of his eyes? Doesn’t it seem like a ridiculous waste of time, the whole mental movie you’ve built up to convince him he’s letting the opportunity of a lifetime slip through his fingers?

I didn’t recognize myself talking to her like that, so close, with my hand still resting on her bare elbow, feeling the skin rise under my fingers.

—Wear whatever makes you feel most comfortable —I went on—. And if you feel like doing the test you had in mind, do it. From what you’re telling me, the safest bet is that you’ll find out that, no matter how handsome he is, and he is handsome, and no matter how hot he is, and he is hot, he doesn’t come close to being worthy of the shoes on your feet.

She stayed lost in thought for a good while, with the eyeliner in her hand and her gaze fixed on her own reflection.

—Damn, you’re right, Carla —she said at last—. I don’t have to chase after this guy. Or any guy, for that matter. Anyway, I’m going to give him the test I had in mind. I’m almost one hundred percent sure how he’s going to react. And with that, I’ll end this sort of relationship for good. I’m wearing the dress.

***

At the restaurant there were about five girls and six guys, more or less the same crowd as at Vera’s last birthday. The atmosphere was really good, jokes all the time, no karaoke and no too many drinks. I sat next to Vera’s brother and directly across from her. I didn’t notice a single gesture that foretold anything weird; dinner went along with the normality of any Saturday among friends.

When we finished, and everyone started deciding where to head next, I stayed very close to her, pretending not to pay attention but hanging on every word.

—Even though I want to get up early tomorrow, I feel like walking back along the riverbank —she said, looking at her guy—. Will you walk me home?

He answered hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck.

—Mmmm, I don’t know. I really do have to get up early tomorrow, I’m going biking with the guys. I’m sure there’s someone who feels like getting their feet wet who’ll walk you. Call me and we’ll meet up whenever you want.

—Okay, okay —Vera replied with a calm smile—. Don’t worry, I’ll take the initiative and call you.

At that moment our eyes met. Hers said, without needing words: “See? Just like I thought.” He left with two other girls and three guys. That left two guys, another girl, Vera, and me.

***

We set off along a wooden walkway that led out toward the riverbank. The other three kept going ahead, and Vera and I lagged behind, talking about what had just happened.

—It happened to me the same way it did with the guy I used to see —I told her—. At one point I saw crystal clear that I didn’t want to keep going with him, and it was him who gave me the perfect moment to end it.

—Same for me —she answered—. Tomorrow I’ll call him, we’ll meet, and I’ll tell him it’s over.

—Hey, one thing —I asked—. What if he had said yes, he’d walk you? Would you have gone through with what you seemed to be promising for the walk?

—I was absolutely sure he was going to say no, and that’s what happened —she replied—. But if he had said yes, I would’ve come up with something on the spot. After everything you and I talked about this afternoon, I’d already decided to end it anyway.

Farther ahead we saw a light moving slowly across the sand, a blue light. It was a local police motorcycle. I asked him if there was some kind of trouble on the beach, because we felt like swimming.

—Night or day, no problem —the officer replied—. Just be careful and don’t go too far out.

All five of us had been planning to take a swim that night.

***

When we were alone again, I picked the conversation back up where we’d left it.

—I’ll admit the guy is gorgeous —I told her.

—Yes, and he’s very hot —she answered right away—. And to answer your question, yes, he fucks well. He’s got a big cock and he knows how to use it, honestly. But do you want me to confess something to you, on the promise that it won’t mean any commitment on your part?

We stopped in the middle of the walkway. I thought about it and had no idea what she meant. I told her to go ahead, to spit it out.

—You’re the only girl I’ve been with —she said softly—. And I’ve felt more pleasure than with any guy. None of them has made me come the way I came with you that afternoon. If this might affect our friendship, forget it, I didn’t say anything. I want us to go on exactly as we have been until now.

I didn’t know how to answer with words.

My only reaction was to close the half-step between us and give her a long, deep kiss, which she answered immediately. I shoved my tongue all the way in and she took it, sucking on it slowly, as if she were sucking me off in miniature. I felt her hand settle on my waist, slide down to my ass and squeeze it over my dress, and the wood creak beneath our feet while the water sounded very close in the darkness. I bit her lower lip and she let out a low, rough gasp that shot straight between my legs and left my pussy soaking wet in an instant. I pulled a finger away from her mouth to look at her and saw her eyes shining, half-lidded, her mouth swollen, wanting more. I licked her neck from her collarbone to her ear and whispered “later,” and she nodded with her head pressed against mine, breathing hard.

***

We had started walking again when the girl ahead with the two boys turned around and came toward us almost running.

—I’m desperate, I need to pee and I can’t hold it anymore —she said quietly—. I don’t know if you girls are the same. What should we do?

—What do you mean, what are we going to do? —Vera answered naturally—. We pee. We hike up our skirts, pull down our panties, pee, and feel better.

—And the boys? —the other girl asked again, glancing toward them, since they were only a few meters away now—. They’ll see everything.

—The boys can do whatever they want —I said.

We didn’t hesitate. Vera and I took off our panties and put them in our bags; she did the same. The two guys made no attempt to hide it at all: they looked us over from beginning to end, not missing a single detail. And I loved every second of it. Two strangers and a girl I barely knew were watching me do something so intimate, and at the same time I was watching that girl and Vera do exactly the same thing, a meter away from me, under the moonlight.

There was something electric about knowing I was being watched like that, without hiding, with their eyes following every move. It wasn’t shame. It was a kind of power. I straightened up slowly, held the gaze of the one nearest me, and didn’t look away. I saw the bulge taking shape in his pants, the hard cock pressed tight against the fabric, and I licked my lips without the slightest disguise. He swallowed.

***

—I suggest a swim —I said, smoothing down my dress—. The police told us there’s no danger of anyone stealing anything from us. If you’re up for it…

—And with what swimsuit? —the other girl shot back.

—I didn’t bring one —I answered—. So I’m taking all my clothes off and making a little pile here in the sand. You can swim in your underwear or however each of you prefers. Shall we go in the water?

No one needed convincing. The five of us stripped off completely and left our clothes piled up far from the shore. We waded in splashing, laughing and yelping a little at the cold of that first contact. The water was warmer than I’d expected, black and still, and the city lights reflected far off like a row of trembling dots.

We swam for a while without getting too close to the deep area, just as the officer had warned us. At some point Vera slipped over beside me, water up to her shoulders, and beneath the surface her hand found mine and didn’t let go. A second later that same hand slid up my thigh and parted my pussy lips with two fingers, pushing them deep inside. A gasp escaped me, and I covered it with a splash. No one could see us down there. It was our secret inside a secret we already shared with three people. She was fingering me slowly, in and out, while her thumb hunted for my clit and rubbed it in small circles, and I took the chance to reach around and grab one of her tits, pinching her nipple under the water. I could hear her breathing near my ear, short and broken, her mouth almost against my neck. I was just about to come right there, with the other three swimming a few meters away, but I held back. I gently moved her hand away and whispered in her ear, “At your place, you finish what you started.” She laughed softly and bit my earlobe.

***

When we came out onto the seafront promenade, at the height of Vera’s house, the three of them said goodbye and went off to look for their car. She and I were left alone on the sidewalk, hair wet and clothes clinging to our still-damp skin.

—Tomorrow I’ll call the guy and end all that —she said, digging for her keys in her bag.

—Do it —I answered.

We went upstairs together to her place. There were no more plans to discuss, no more tests to spring on anyone. As soon as the door closed I shoved her against the wall in the hall and kissed her hard, tongue and all, without the slightest hesitation. She grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me back to bite my neck, and I yanked her dress off over her head in one motion, leaving her in panties and no bra, with her tits still wet from the seawater. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, held it between my teeth, and pulled slowly while she let out a broken-voiced “fuck, Carla.”

—Bedroom —I said against her skin—. Now.

We stumbled our way there, leaving clothes in the hallway. I took off my dress before we got there, and I’d already taken off my panties on the walkway. We went in naked, and she fell backward onto the bed, legs open and a brightness in her eyes I had never seen before. I knelt between her thighs, grabbed them under the knees, and pulled them wide open until I could see her pink, wet pussy, swollen lips, and clit peeking out. I lowered my head and ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, very slowly, tasting her. She tasted of salt, of sea, and underneath that of the flavor I already knew from her. A muffled cry escaped her and she dug her heels into my back.

—Keep going, keep going, don’t stop —she gasped, clutching the back of my neck.

I sucked her clit slowly, making a hollow seal with my lips, and slid two fingers into her pussy searching for the spot inside, the one that swells when a woman is about to come. I found it right away and started rubbing it while I ate her clit faster and faster. She arched her back, grabbed her tits, and pinched her own nipples, twisting them.

—Fuck, Carla, eat my pussy like that, keep going like that, don’t stop, I’m coming, I’m coming —she kept repeating louder and louder.

I felt her tightening around my fingers, contracting in waves, and I could feel her clit throbbing against my tongue as she came in my mouth, letting out a long cry that must have been heard all over the house. I kept licking her slowly until she pulled my head away because she couldn’t take how sensitive she was anymore.

—Come here —she begged, tugging at me—. Get on top, I want to eat you too.

I straddled her face, resting my knees on either side of her head. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down hard onto her mouth. I felt her tongue go straight into my pussy, licking me from top to bottom, searching for my clit and sucking it with a passion that made my legs tremble. I held onto the headboard so I wouldn’t lose my balance and started moving on top of her, fucking her mouth slowly, watching her bright eyes between my thighs.

—Like that, Vera, eat me like that, don’t stop —I told her.

She pushed her tongue as deep as she could and then went back to my clit, alternating between sucking it and giving me quick, short little licks. She slipped a finger in back, just the tip, teasing the edge of my ass, and that new sensation set me off. I started coming while riding her face, my legs closing around her head without meaning to, and she held my hips so I wouldn’t pull away and kept licking me while I trembled all over, the orgasm spilling out in waves that never seemed to end.

I collapsed beside her, out of breath, soaked in sweat. She rolled onto her side and ran her hand over my stomach, tracing circles with her fingers.

—Stay the night —she whispered in my ear, nibbling my earlobe.

—I’m not going anywhere —I replied.

That night we had checked everything we needed to know.