What I Saw at the Nudist Beach Two Sundays in a Row
I'm writing this several weeks after it happened, partly because I wasn't sure I wanted to tell it and partly because I've been distracted by other things. In the end I decided to because I'd like to know how many of you would do something similar to what she did. Maybe none of you. Maybe more than I imagine.
It all started on one of those dead Sundays when you get bored at home and end up going to the beach just to look at women. I was tired of La Malvarrosa. Too many people, too much noise, impossible to naturally approach a topless woman without everyone else on the beach looking at her too and making her clam up instantly. Social pressure kills any chance of an encounter. So I decided to look for somewhere quieter and discovered there was a nudist cove on the outskirts of Valencia. I headed there with low expectations.
At first it was disappointing. The cove was full of men on their own, walking around with their cocks out and looking at one another. I felt a couple of lingering looks as I walked around searching for a spot, and it inhibited me so much that I was already thinking of leaving. So many male dicks hanging out and not one interesting woman in sight.
Just when I was about to give up, I saw a woman from behind who looked French: brown hair somewhere between straight and wavy, a long back, beautiful shoulders. She had taken off her top and, since I was in the mood to look at someone, I devised a strategic route. I'd walk down to the water, look out at the sea as if nothing were happening, and on the way back I'd pass right in front of her so I could calmly scan her tits. Sundays are my wanking days, and I needed material to jerk off to that night.
That's what I did. But when I reached the water, I crossed paths with another woman who, out of the corner of my eye, seemed to be wearing nothing below the waist. I wasn't sure, because she ended up behind me and I hadn't looked at her head-on. In doubt, I decided to stay a while longer, pretending to contemplate the sea while I thought about what to do. I had nothing to lose. I retraced my steps, settled my things nearby, and lay face down in a perfect position to keep an eye on the fake Frenchwoman and her friend, who was a little heavier and had twice the tits.
When I turned my head to the right, I confirmed it: there was a completely naked woman a few yards away. Tall, with thick, straight dark-brown hair, medium-sized tits that didn't sag but were noticeable and moved when she laughed. She spoke a language I couldn't identify, something from the East. Her legs were together, so for the moment I could only see her tits and her perfectly shaved pussy, not a single hair, her closed pink lips pressed tightly together.
The surprise was discovering who she was with. She was practicing nudism with her mother and brother beside her, all three of them completely at ease. What a family, I thought. Her mother also had her tits out, but she kept a thong on below, which distinguished her from her daughter. The brother was an unimportant extra in all this.
Lying almost at their level, I could feel my cock hardening inside my swimsuit as I watched the two topless women while, out of the corner of my eye, I kept watch on the naked one, waiting for the moment when she'd let me see something more. I was curious to know whether she was completely shaved or had left some shape on her pussy. It didn't take long. At one point she stood up for no apparent reason, turned in my direction, and let me see her entire smooth slit, not a trace of hair, though she didn't open it. She wrapped a towel around her waist and went for a walk along the waterline. A good start. I adjusted my half-hard cock against my thigh so it wouldn't show so much.
When she came back, she sat down facing her family, directly facing me, with her legs crossed. And every time she uncrossed them for a moment to get comfortable, she let me see everything, from top to bottom. Her pussy was reddish and closed, freshly shaved—I can tell that immediately at the beach. Pleased with the show, I got up and left, and I noticed that she and her family packed up soon afterward too.
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The following Sunday I went back to the same cove. This time I sat down in the nudist area from the start, but there were so few women that I almost fled and returned to the same corner as the week before. And there she was again, with her mother and brother, as if they hadn't moved in seven days. How could I park myself beneath her for the second week in a row? You have to have very little shame to let a woman know you're going to look at her pussy and that she can't do anything to stop you. Well, that's who I am, and that's what I did.
That day the cove was full of girls with big tits, some of them spectacular; it was hard not to look. To my left I had two who didn't know each other, and every so often I turned my head to estimate the size of their tits and nipples. I went swimming, which I hadn't done the week before, thinking it was impossible to talk to the naked woman: she was stark naked and surrounded by her family. To make matters worse, her brother was chatting with a man whose cock pointed toward the ants in the sand, the two of them speaking the same language.
What emboldened me were her smiles. The shaved girl gave me a couple of not-at-all-shy smiles when I came out of the water. She must have noticed that the woman with the enormous chest beside me was distracting me. She's not going to steal this man from me, especially not in front of my mother, she must have thought. That confused me more than it clarified anything. It didn't solve the problem of how to talk to her; it only put more pressure on me. I decided to take it easy.
I stayed lying down for quite a while, pretending to sleep with my face buried in the towel but keeping one eye on her at all times. Each of her movements reached me in slow motion: when she brushed her hair aside, when she stretched out in the sun, arching her back and thrusting her tits upward, when she exchanged a couple of sentences with her mother in that closed, harsh language I couldn't follow at all. I didn't understand a single word, but I understood perfectly what was happening between us without needing to translate it. There was a silent conversation made of glances that crossed for an instant and slipped away, of smiles that lasted just long enough to commit to nothing.
Before going back into the sea, I asked her if she could keep an eye on my things. She agreed with a smile. When I returned, I thanked her and we each lay down on our own side, both of us face down, her legs slightly apart and her slit pointing straight at me. Did she leave herself like that on purpose? From where I was, I could see her whole pussy, as shaved as the previous Sunday, her inner lips barely visible, pink between the outer ones, and the well-defined line of her ass.
When she sat down again, I asked her the favor once more and went swimming. This time, when I came back, we talked. I asked where she was from and whether that was her family. Nadia, that was her name. She was on vacation in Valencia with her mother and brother, staying a hundred yards from the cove, and the next day, Monday, they were returning to Latvia. While she answered me, I deliberately looked at her pussy so she'd know I was enjoying all of her. She told me she'd gone to see a Valencia match with her brother and that she wasn't going into the sea that day because she was afraid of jellyfish.
I loved it when she opened her legs for me. From a yard away there was nowhere else to look, so I scanned every detail so it wouldn't be easy to erase from my memory: the thin cleft of her vulva, the hood of her clitoris barely peeking out when she changed position, the soft perineum and the asshole a little darker than the rest of her skin. I'd already stopped talking to her when her mother came back from the sea, dripping wet. She sat down beside Nadia and, with one quick tug, took off her yellow thong. Mother and daughter, both shaved, both facing me, their two pussies a yard from my face. I tried to disguise it, but since I have no shame, I couldn't, and I ended up devouring the mother's pussy with my eyes.
Like in an absurd dream, I moved my gaze from the mother's pussy to the daughter's, comparing them. The mother's had lips that were a little thicker, more drooping, more used; Nadia's was firmer, tighter, with an almost perfect slit. The mother spread her legs to arrange a towel beneath her, and for an instant I saw the whole pink interior, her clitoris swollen from the sun and the moisture from her swim. She stayed like that for quite a while before putting on something dry. Nadia must have been used to her family's eccentricities; I wasn't. My cock was hard as a stone inside my swimsuit, and I had to turn slightly so the bulge wouldn't show. The spectacle ended when her mother got dressed, and I don't know whether I was luckier for seeing two women like that or stupider for not daring to do anything more.
When I realized I wasn't going to get anything more out of it than I already had, I decided to leave. I gave each of the big-titted girls at the cove one last visual once-over, so I could remember them properly later when I jerked off, and began to pack up. Standing, I saw Nadia's entire silhouette, long like that of a mermaid stranded in the sun, her tits pointing at me and her shaved pussy shining in the light. I passed close to her and wished her a good trip.
—Bye —she replied, with a smile and a voice much softer than I'd expected.
I held her gaze for a second too long. I wanted her to know that I'd seen all of her—pussy and tits and ass—and that I'd enjoyed it without pretending otherwise. Something lit up in her eyes; I couldn't say whether it was anger or a desire for me to stick my cock in her right there. As I walked away, I saw her get dressed in a hurry, gather her things, and race out of the cove without her family. I tried to follow her but lost her in the crowd.
I found her two streets away, leaning against the wall of an alley leading off the promenade, breathing hard as if she'd been waiting for me. Without saying anything, she grabbed my arm and pulled me through a side door into a locked, dark storeroom that smelled of salt and wet rope. She fastened the bolt and turned toward me, her eyes shining in the dimness.
—You've been watching me all day —she said, with a pronounced accent and a hoarse voice—. Now touch me.
Nothing more was needed. She yanked down her shorts and panties, kept her T-shirt on, stood there with her legs bare, and pushed me toward her. I knelt without thinking and opened her legs with my hands. There it was at last, two centimeters from my face: the shaved pussy I'd spent two Sundays watching, now open for me, glistening with moisture, her swollen inner lips parted, her clitoris poking hard out of its hood. I ran my tongue from her perineum all the way up, slowly, savoring every bit of her, and she let out a muffled moan and grabbed my hair.
—That's it, yes, eat me —she gasped, pushing my head against her pussy.
I sucked her clitoris with my lips, sucking it like a little nipple, circling it with my tongue, squeezing and releasing. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them, searching for her spot inside while I kept eating her on the outside. She was soaking wet, dripping; her juices ran down my wrist. I felt her whole body tremble and her legs clamp around my head as she came with a short cry that she swallowed herself, biting her fist so they wouldn't hear her from the street.
Before she could recover, I pressed her back against the wall, lifted one of her legs, and pulled down my swimsuit. My cock was so hard it hurt. I rubbed it all over her wet slit, up and down, soaking her, and she reached for the tip with her hand and put it into her hole herself. I thrust once, all the way to the bottom, and we both groaned at the same time. She was incredibly tight, hot, slippery. I began fucking her against the wall, thrust after thrust, her tits bouncing beneath her shirt and her mouth pressed to my neck so she wouldn't scream.
—Harder, harder —she whispered—, tear my pussy apart.
I picked her up in my arms, she locked her legs around my waist, and I pinned her against the wall, driving in and out with my whole cock while I bit her tits through her shirt and sucked her neck. I lowered her to the floor, put her on all fours on an old tarp, and entered her from behind. Her white ass raised, her slit spread open, I watched from above as it swallowed my dick whole every time I thrust. I spat on her asshole and massaged it with my thumb while I kept fucking her pussy, and she pushed back, asking for more.
—Put it in there too —she gasped, looking at me over her shoulder—. Put it in my ass.
I did as she asked. I pulled my dripping cock out of her pussy and slowly began sliding it into her other hole, inch by inch, until I was all the way in. Nadia bit the tarp and pushed her ass toward me, stroking her own clitoris while I rammed her from behind. I fucked her ass until I felt I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out suddenly, turned her around, put her on her knees, and shoved my cock into her mouth. She sucked me like a madwoman, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes, pressing her lips against the base and sticking out her tongue to lick my balls.
I came in her mouth a few seconds later, a long stream that she swallowed without letting go of my cock, squeezing it with her tongue so not a drop would fall. When she finished, she opened her mouth, showed me the semen still on her tongue, and swallowed it in one gulp, smiling.
—You made me wait for two Sundays —she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
She got dressed without saying much more, gave me a brief kiss on the lips that tasted of my own cum, and left the storeroom, leaving me there with my swimsuit around my ankles and my cock still dripping. Where was she going in such a hurry, and alone? Now I knew. These are questions a woman might answer more easily than I can. I was left with only two Sundays, a stranger from the East, and the certainty that she knew exactly what she was doing every time she opened her legs.
