What My Girlfriend Did at the Nude Beach

It all started like any other Sunday. For weeks, Lucía had been insisting that we had to go to the beach, that it was healthy, that vitamin D, that we needed to get out of the house. Honestly, I had no interest in the plan at all.

In the end, I gave in, I suppose because I still loved her and because arguing on a Sunday morning seemed like a waste. We got in the car and I drove to a cove she had found, not far from the town. I would have preferred to sleep in, go down to any beach bar, order an ice-cold beer, and devour a paella the way they only know how to make on the shores of the Mediterranean. But there was no way around it: it was sand, blazing sun, and seaweed.

When we got there, I was pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t one of those beaches where you have to ask permission to put a foot in the water. It was wide, fairly wild, with a lifeguard post and little else. As we came down the path, I saw a sign I’d never seen before: a mixed area, textile and nude. I didn’t pay it any mind and we kept going to the sand, golden and not too fine.

We took off our shoes and walked near the shore, where the ground is firmer and cooler. We dodged shells, the odd dried seaweed, and the towels of the people who had set up near the entrance.

“Let’s go a bit farther, there are too many people here,” she said.

“Whatever you want,” I replied. “But just so you know, you’re going to pay me back for this.”

“Everyone likes the beach. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“I like it. I just don’t feel like it today. I want paella and a draft beer.”

“You’ll have time for that. Now shut up and enjoy yourself a little—we deserve it.”

So we kept walking along the shore. The beach seemed endless, and the farther we went, the fewer people there were. Every so often a topless woman would appear, something that, I confess, brightened my morning a little. A couple was playing paddleball, he in swim trunks and she in a tiny bottom, and her breasts bounced with every leap as if they had lives of their own.

And we kept moving. For some reason, I saw fewer and fewer swimsuits and more and more skin. A girl alone in mini briefs, her breasts in the sun. A little farther on, two women around fifty chatting calmly with their tits out, without the slightest hint of posing. A little group of three friends, probably around twenty-five, lying face down. What the reason was for so much quiet nakedness, I don’t know. But paragraph by paragraph, I started liking the plan far more than I expected.

We passed another sign I didn’t manage to read properly. I assumed it was a Red Cross warning about currents or undertow, one of those notices meant to shift responsibility away. And we kept going.

What surprised me most was seeing women alone, reading or looking at their phones with the top of their bikini removed. There was nothing forced about it, nothing like those porn poses on the internet. They were simply women who had decided they didn’t care what anyone else thought, that every body is unique and that if they wanted to show it to the sun, nothing was going to stop them. There was every kind: from girls just over twenty to ladies well into their sixties. And for the first time in a long while, I was glad I’d given up on the paella.

I couldn’t take my eyes off a woman of about thirty-something doing yoga very close to the waves. Her chest was small, but her dark areolas were perfectly visible. The string she wore barely covered anything, and from behind the view was just as good: an athletic body, the kind that gives away daily exercise, with the cheeks of her ass peeking out on either side of that tiny strip.

I had never thought a body could bend that way. I imagined whether she’d gotten in the water or whether the dampness in her crotch was simply sweat from all that effort under that sticky heat. I thought about the smell of the drops running from her breasts down to her belly, that salty trail that goes unnoticed but drives any man wild. I would have loved to run my tongue over every inch of her. She wasn’t especially pretty and she didn’t have a magazine body. But seeing her almost naked, moving as if nothing were happening, left me completely rattled.

“She’s pretty, huh?” Lucía said, following my gaze.

“She’s not pretty, but there’s something about her.”

“I get it. I’m not a lesbian and even I’d kiss her. She’s gorgeous.”

“Don’t make me talk.”

“Say whatever you want. She’s half naked and you’re not made of stone. It’s normal to look.”

“Yeah. But let’s keep going, I’m starting to feel sick.”

“Hang on a little longer.”

***

We kept going. Now it was two women well into their forties. A few extra kilos, yes, but beautiful breasts, round and firm. One was holding a book that pushed her cleavage together; the other was lying on her back, her tits falling softly to the sides. I thought about everything those women must have lived through and how they would probably do whatever they wanted with me. A part of me wanted to be a toy in their expert hands. And I noticed my cock starting to swell, something hard to hide inside swim trunks. With the yoga woman I had felt a tingle; with these two mature women, it got out of hand. I barely managed to keep the beast down.

We walked a bit farther until Lucía decided that was enough. We found a moderately secluded clearing. And then I saw the first completely naked person: a seventy-year-old man, potbellied and hairy-shouldered, strolling around as if it were nothing. I admired his courage until his wife appeared, just as naked, just as calm. There was nothing strange or sexual about it. Just two people walking and chatting in a language I didn’t recognize.

On the other side there was a young couple, also naked. Slim-bodied she was, with perfectly drawn curves, medium-sized breasts, and curly hair. She was playing paddleball with her boyfriend and every now and then would let herself fall onto the sand. It’s hard to believe women that beautiful are willing to strip naked, and even harder that I was lucky enough to have one just a few meters away. I didn’t even notice her until Lucía pointed her out to me.

We spread out the towels, left the backpacks on the sand, and the sunscreen ritual began. Lucía was wearing a pink bikini under her white blouse. I took off my T-shirt. She rubbed lotion on her arms and legs and asked me to put some on her back. While I was doing it, lying face down, she unclasped the top. The first time I saw her do that it drove me crazy, but I’d already gotten used to it: Lucía loves going topless, and in fact she looks for beaches where it’s allowed just so she can sunbathe that way.

And my girlfriend isn’t exactly a model. She’s got some extra flesh. But her breasts are a delight: large, round, natural, and slightly sagging. I don’t know what size she wears, I only know she has trouble finding a bra that keeps that much in place. Her ass isn’t small either, and that gives both hands somewhere to grab. There’s a lot of woman to enjoy, a lot of curves to appreciate.

And that’s when everything started heating up. It was hot, yes, but it wasn’t just that. There were naked people around and she didn’t seem bothered by it; on the contrary, she was making comments about cocks and tits alike, for better or worse. I couldn’t stop looking at those two women in their forties, their breasts a little saggy, their thighs open to the sun. They weren’t perfect, but they struck me as beautiful. I held it together as best I could.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard. Did you see those two ladies? They’ve got years on them, but I like them.”

“I’d love to look like that at their age,” she replied. “They’re pretty and they’ve got good bodies.”

“You’re evil. You bring me here and then I’m supposed to figure out what to do.”

“Relax. Look at the sea and rest.”

I looked at the sea. But I didn’t rest. Those two women had lain back with their legs stretched out, and I, hidden behind my sunglasses, took in every inch of their anatomy: their feet, their thighs, their big juicy lips, their bellies, their breasts. Every so often the curly-haired girl would cross in front of them and my thoughts would become impossible to confess.

***

“It must be comfortable,” Lucía said suddenly. “To walk around like that.”

“Really?” I asked, trying not to let my voice shake.

“Yeah. But, well, I’ll leave that to them.”

Lucía had always been fairly conservative about the bottom half. I never understood it, because the only thing separating her from total nakedness was that thin strip of fabric covering her sex and part of her ass. Everything else was on display. And yet that little triangle made her feel dressed.

I saw the opportunity and pushed the conversation a little.

“Yeah, it does look comfortable. You don’t have to worry about salt, or sand, or dampness. If you want, go for it. I don’t mind, it makes no difference to me.”

“No, no. I’d be so embarrassed.”

“Then don’t say it.”

“No, no. I know they’re normal people, that no one looks, that everyone just passes by. But I’d be embarrassed. Besides, there’s bound to be some pervert around here.”

“No doubt about it,” I said. “But you don’t know who it’ll be.”

That was that, for a while. Naked people kept walking past us and I felt worse and worse. I had spent more than ten years fantasizing about something like this, and finally I had it within reach.

“I don’t know,” she murmured at last. “Do whatever you want.”

“If you want to strip, go ahead. You’re only wearing a strip of fabric over your crotch. You were the one who started this. I don’t care.”

“No, no.”

“Come on, Lucía, it’s now or never.”

I was putting everything on one card. If she joined in, I’d be the luckiest guy in the world. And if she didn’t, I might get a sour look for the rest of the day.

“You know what?” I blurted, yanking off my swim trunks in one move. “To hell with it. Off with everything.”

I felt a freedom I had never felt before, mixed with shame and an arousal that should not have been there, not in that situation.

“You dared?” she said, propping herself up a little.

“Yeah. I don’t care about anything.”

“I don’t know if I should...”

“Do whatever you want. You’re already almost naked. You only have your panties left.”

She stayed silent for long, endless seconds. Then, without looking at me, she brought her hands to her hips.

“Fine. Go ahead. You have to do it sometime.”

And she took off the bottom of her bikini. She was completely naked on the sand. We both were. It didn’t take long for her to get used to her new state.

“This is a little exciting, don’t you think?” she said.

“Yeah. Though it’s nothing outrageous, there are more naked people around.”

“I bet someone with some weird idea in their head is nearby.”

“Don’t worry. Everyone here is normal,” I lied. “Though right now you can’t hide from any gaze. And I’m sure someone’s thinking something.”

It was the first time I’d seen Lucía so uninhibited. I loved it and worried about it in equal measure. We had put our clothes in the backpacks. Anyone could see us. And yet no one seemed to be paying attention.

Little by little, she relaxed. I asked her, half jokingly, whether she didn’t mind someone seeing her pussy. In a strange burst of heat she told me no, that there was nothing weird about what we were doing either. I can’t describe what was going through my head: my girlfriend, the one who had always been so modest, was open to the sun while I watched her and felt that anyone else could do the same.

And then it happened. Lucía let herself fall back just as a naked man of about fifty was walking by. Normally, he would have kept going without looking. But I, behind my sunglasses, saw everything perfectly. The stranger stopped and stared fixedly at my girlfriend’s sex, her legs slightly apart, her body offered up without her knowing it.

I can’t explain what I felt. Seeing that guy lock his gaze on her, while Lucía kept her eyes closed facing the sun, stirred something in me I had never experienced before. The woman you love, completely naked, being watched by a stranger who silently licks his lips, is the most arousing thing a man can ever feel.

The stranger moved on a few seconds later, as if nothing had happened. Lucía never even noticed. But I was left with my heart pounding and the certainty that something between us had changed forever.

After that day came many more experiences. This was only the first, the afternoon when I discovered that my girlfriend hid a horny exhibitionist inside her and that I enjoyed watching other people look at her. But I’ll tell you that another time, if you’re interested in hearing more.