What We Saw Naked on the Beach Changed Everything

I had always regarded nudity naturally, but one thing was taking off my swimsuit in an environment where all that was part of the routine, and quite another doing it in front of friends, with my girlfriend beside me and a sexual tension hanging in the air that no one wanted to name outright.

We were adults, we had been dating for some time, and we were already fucking eagerly, although we were still discovering how our bodies fit together. She, Lara, was a fair-skinned brunette with full breasts and dark nipples that hardened at the slightest thing. I, on the other hand, had always carried a thicker-than-usual cock, something that turned us both on a great deal in private, but that also meant we had to take it slowly at first if we didn't want it to hurt her.

The other couple were Damián and Vera, friends of ours for years. He was one of those loudmouthed guys, always making jokes, always needling people. She was more reserved, with a shy smile and watchful eyes, the kind who seemed not to be looking but noticed everything.

The idea came up after we'd spent the day on the coast. We were having dinner near the promenade, with the smell of salt on our skin and our legs still warm from the sun, when Damián brought up nudism. I remarked, without making much of it, that it had never been anything strange to me. He opened his eyes wide, made a couple of jokes, and in less than ten minutes he was already suggesting that the four of us go to a nudist cove the next day.

Lara was the first to say yes. She said it with such naturalness that it surprised me and got me hard instantly. Vera refused to get naked, but agreed to come with us and stay in her swimsuit if she felt like it. No one insisted. Even so, throughout the rest of dinner, I noticed more than once how Damián looked at my girlfriend's cleavage and how Vera studied me curiously every time the subject came up again.

Things were already charged before we even reached the beach.

We went to a secluded cove the next day. It was a stretch of sand surrounded by rocks, with few people and enough distance between one towel and the next to feel a certain intimacy without ceasing to be exposed. That detail, precisely, was part of the thrill.

We settled down near the water. Lara took off her shirt, then her bikini top, and lay on her back as if it were nothing. Her tits were free beneath the sun, heavy and beautiful, her nipples quickly tightening in the sea breeze. I pretended to be calm, but I was already half-hard just from seeing her like that, knowing I wasn't the only one looking at her.

Damián made no effort to hide it. Vera did. Her dark glasses didn't keep me from noticing where her attention was going.

Some time passed amid laughter, sunscreen, and stray comments. Until Damián, incapable of sitting still, propped himself up and said:

—Well, who's going to be the first to grow some balls?

Lara turned toward him with a slow smile, the kind that already announced trouble.

—I don't have a problem with it —she said.

And before anyone could add anything, she stood up, slid the bottom of her bikini down over her hips, and stood completely naked in front of the three of us.

She sat on the towel with her legs crossed, but not to hide herself. Quite the opposite. Her freshly shaved pussy was visible whenever she shifted her position even slightly. The light fell across her from the side, defining her flat stomach, full tits, and the amused expression of someone who knows perfectly well the effect she's having.

Damián stayed silent for two seconds, which for him was an eternity.

—Fuck —he murmured—. You really mean it.

Vera let out a brief, nervous laugh. I swallowed. Not because I wasn't used to seeing Lara naked, but because watching her display herself like that, so confidently, in front of them, set something animal off in my chest and my cock.

—Come on —she said, looking at us—. Don't leave me on my own.

Damián was next. He yanked his trunks down amid laughter and revealed his body without much fanfare: blond body hair, a soft, average-sized cock hanging without a trace of shame. He lay back down on his stomach, as though the burst of daring had been enough for the moment.

Then it was my turn.

Lara ran a hand over my back and gave me a gentle pat.

—You're the only one left.

I stood up, took a deep breath, and lowered my trunks. My cock dropped heavily between my legs, soft but thick, impossible to conceal even without being hard. The silence that followed was better than any comment.

Then came the comment, of course.

—Holy shit, you bastard —Damián blurted, bursting out laughing—. That's one fat cock.

Lara laughed with me. Vera's mouth fell open, genuinely surprised, and then she looked away... only to look back at it a moment later. That sent a direct jolt through my lower belly.

—Don't exaggerate —I said, although I was growing with every second of attention.

I sat down too, facing them, hiding nothing. Since it was done, it was done. My cock rested on my thigh, and I clearly noticed Vera's eyes lingering there longer than they should have. It was only a second, but enough to make me harder.

The tension turned into jokes, and the jokes into a strange, new, almost dirty familiarity. The three of us who were naked went into the water; Vera preferred to stay on the towel. The sea was cold, but it did little for me.

Damián kept up his jokes.

—Now I understand why Lara smiles so much.

She blushed but didn't deny anything. In fact, she looked at me and smiled sideways, with that conspiratorial expression that drove me crazy.

—It hurts at first —she said quietly, although we both heard her—. Then I don't want it to stop.

I felt the blood rush down into my cock.

—Jesus —Damián said, laughing—. What a confession.

I took advantage of a wave and moved up behind Lara. Under the water, where no one could see clearly, I slid my hand between her thighs. She closed her legs immediately, but not to push me away completely; rather, to trap my fingers against her pussy for a second.

—Stop —she whispered without looking at me.

—You're wet.

—And you're being stupid.

I slid two fingers barely inside her entrance, slowly. The salt water struck our bodies and, while Damián kept talking about some stupid thing or another, I could feel Lara gritting her teeth to keep from moaning. Her pussy was hot, genuinely wet, not just from the sea. When I brushed her clitoris, she gave a small start.

—If you don't stop, I'll come right here —she murmured.

That forced me to let her go. If I kept going, she would. And the thought of watching her come standing naked in the water in front of our friend, without him quite understanding why, almost made me lose my mind.

We came out before Damián. I walked toward the towel with my cock already half-stiff, heavy and bouncing with every step. Lara followed me, water running down her body, her hair stuck to her shoulders and her tits gleaming beneath the sun. Anyone who looked at her in that moment would have understood my problem.

Vera was sitting, looking out at the sea. When I approached, she raised her face and I noticed her looking me over from head to toe. It wasn't my imagination. She started at my shoulders, moved down over my chest and stomach, and stopped without any real modesty at my semi-erect cock.

—And you? —I asked her with a smile—. Not even a little tempted?

She shook her head, though she was biting her lip.

—Not a chance.

I stayed standing beside her, letting the sun dry me. My cock was right at the level of her face while she remained seated. I didn't move away. I had no intention of moving away. The thrill of having it there, so close, and knowing she was looking at it while pretending to be focused on something else, made me harden a little more.

Lara reached us, gave me a wet kiss, and pressed herself against me. My cock struck her stomach, and I felt her smile against my mouth when she noticed it was harder than before.

—You're getting hard just from being watched —she whispered.

—And you just from being seen.

—That too.

We lay down for a while longer. Then the cards came out, another round of jokes, and more exchanged glances. Damián kept teasing me about my size, but I no longer cared. By then, what had me worked up wasn't his chatter, but the way Vera kept lowering her eyes again and again, the way Lara opened herself a little more when she sat down, knowing exactly what she was showing, and the feeling that something about that afternoon had changed with no way back.

When evening began to fall, we got dressed and packed up. The drive was short, but it felt endless to me. Lara kept her hand pressed high on my thigh, stroking me over my pants. Every time Damián concentrated on the road, she moved a few inches farther up. When he dropped me off in front of my building, my cock was obscenely outlined through my clothes.

We got into the elevator and, as soon as the doors closed, Lara threw herself at my mouth.

Her kisses were anything but tender. She bit my lip, shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, breathed hotly against my face. I grabbed her tits over her beach dress and squeezed them eagerly. She moaned into my mouth.

—I can't take it anymore —she said.

I pulled one strap of her dress down, then the other, and left her breasts exposed. I sucked them right there in the elevator while she leaned her back against the metal wall and opened her legs just enough to rub against me with her thigh.

—Fuck, the whole thing turned me on so much —she panted—. The way they looked at me. The way you looked at me.

I bit one of her nipples and slid my hand between her legs beneath the fabric. She was truly soaked. Not lightly wet, no. Her panties were wet, stuck to her pussy. I slipped my fingers inside and pulled them out glistening.

—Look at you.

—It's your fault.

—No. It's your fault for showing your pussy like a slut in front of them.

She shuddered all over. She liked that tone. A lot.

The elevator doors opened and we hurried out, half laughing and half stumbling. We went inside, and I didn't even lock the door before taking her to my bedroom. She began shedding her clothes along the way. The dress fell to the floor, then her wet panties. I took off my shirt and pants while continuing to watch her, naked again at last, her pussy glistening and her nipples hard.

—To bed —she ordered.

I obeyed. I lay on my back and she knelt between my legs. I still had salt on my skin and my hair was somewhat rough from the sea, and that wild combination put me even more in the mood. She wrapped one hand around my cock and let out a sigh when she felt it already almost completely hard.

—Just look at it —she said—. Every time they compare it to someone else's, you turn into an animal.

—Suck it and see.

She wasn't offended. Quite the opposite. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked the tip, circling the glans before taking it into her mouth. She closed her lips carefully, knowing she couldn't just throw herself onto it any old way, and took more and more of it while holding the shaft firmly.

I stroked her hair, brushing it away from her face. Her eyes rose to meet mine without her stopping her sucking. She pulled it out, spat on the tip, and took it back in, deeper this time. I felt the heat of her mouth, the wetness, the pressure of her tongue along the underside. I moaned without holding back.

—That's it, fuck... just like that.

She pulled it out with a wet sound and gave me several long licks from the base to the tip. Then she began alternating deep sucks with kisses on the glans, stroking my balls with one hand. My cock throbbed heavily, completely hard. When I felt her throat brush against it as she went deeper than she should have, I almost came.

—Stop or I'll come —I warned her.

Lara smiled, saliva on her chin.

—Not yet. I want to ride you first.

She climbed up my body, kissing my chest and stomach, nibbling my nipples as if she were hungry. I opened her legs and put my face between her thighs. Her pussy was swollen and sensitive, smelling of salt, sweat, and fresh arousal. I opened it with my fingers and began licking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

—Ah... fuck —she cried, throwing her head back.

I kept going. Short licks, then flatter ones, sucking her clitoris, burying my face in her pussy while she gripped my hair with both hands. I slipped in two fingers and curled them inside, searching for the spot I knew well. She began moving over my mouth, rubbing herself, losing the rhythm of her breathing.

—Don't stop... don't stop, bastard...

I ate her pussy eagerly, without any polished delicacy. I licked her noisily, feeling her grow wetter and wetter. When her stomach began to tremble, I slipped in a third finger just a little, stretching her carefully. She came with a broken moan, closing her legs around my head and squeezing me against her.

—Fuck me... —she panted—. What an insane day.

I moved her away from my face just enough to speak.

—I'm not finished with you yet.

She straddled me, grabbed my cock, and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. Despite the orgasm, she was still highly sensitive. I noticed immediately in the way her mouth tightened as she began to lower herself.

—Slowly —I said.

—I don't want slowly.

Even so, she had to do it that way. My cock entered inch by inch, opening her again. I could see the tension in her face, the effort of her body adjusting to that thickness that turned her on as much as it made her breathe deeply. When half of it was inside, she closed her eyes and placed her hands on my chest.

—Fuck... it's always difficult at first.

I gripped her hips.

—Keep going. You can take it. You always end up taking it.

That sentence drove her wild. She lowered herself a little farther, let out a rough moan, and then finished sitting down until I was buried to the hilt. We both stayed still for a second, feeling the complete fit, her pussy squeezing around me like a glove that was too tight and delicious.

—There —she said, almost breathless—. That's it.

She began to move. At first slowly, lifting herself just enough to impale herself again. Each descent drew a freer moan from her. The adjustment phase passed quickly, as it always did. As soon as her body yielded and the pain turned into pure arousal, she really began to ride me.

Her ass slapped against my thighs. Her tits bounced in front of me. I grabbed them, squeezed them, pinched her nipples while she rose and fell on my cock with her pussy completely open to me.

—You like this, don't you? —I said—. Feeling all of it.

—Yes... yes, fuck... all of it... all of it.

I took her by the hips and began setting the rhythm from below, driving into her harder every time she came down. The sound of our bodies filled the room: wet collisions, panting, the mattress creaking beneath us.

Lara leaned forward and kissed me desperately.

—Put me on all fours.

She didn't have to say it twice. I lifted her off me, turned her around, and placed her at the edge of the bed, knees spread and ass raised for me. The sight made me grit my teeth. Her pussy was red, open, and glistening with arousal.

I ran my cock along her slit, rubbing the tip between her lips before thrusting it into her again in a controlled, deep, hard stroke.

—Ahhh... yes!

I went in and out several times, gripping her hips tightly. In that position I could feel even better how her pussy squeezed me. Every time I pulled almost all the way out and sank back into her, her ass trembled and she clutched the sheets as if they might save her from something.

—Tell me what got you so worked up —I demanded, fucking her with increasingly sharp strokes.

—Them watching me... looking at you... Vera couldn't take her eyes off your cock...

I slapped her ass. Not very hard, but enough to leave her skin pink.

—And that turns you on.

—Yes.

Another thrust, all the way in.

—Louder.

—Yes, it turns me on. I love them looking at you. I love them knowing what you've got. I love thinking that afterward you put it inside me.

I almost growled. I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back, and kept fucking her like that, her neck exposed and her back arched. I reached underneath to find her clitoris while I penetrated her. As soon as I began rubbing it at the same time, she lost control.

—No... no, not like that... I'm going to come...

—Then come.

She did. She came shaking around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I had to stop for two seconds to keep from emptying myself too. Her orgasm left her legs trembling, but she still tried to pull away just to catch her breath. I didn't let her.

I pulled out and made her turn around. Now she was on her back, legs open at the edge of the bed. I lifted them onto my shoulders and entered her from the front again, deep, at an angle that made her scream without the slightest modesty.

—Fuck, fuck... you're splitting me open like this.

—And you love it.

—Yes... yes, I love it...

I fucked her hard in that position. Each thrust made her tits tremble and pushed her body backward across the sheets. She clung to my arms, sometimes the headboard, sometimes the air, not knowing where to hold on. Her pussy was so wet that my cock came out glistening every time I almost pulled it all the way out before sinking back into her.

—Look at me —I said.

She opened her eyes, dazed with pleasure.

—Do you want us to repeat what happened at the beach?

—Yes.

—Do you want to show your pussy in front of them again?

—Yes.

—And then come home dripping so I can put it inside you like this?

—Yes, fuck, yes... don't stop...

With that answer, I couldn't hold out much longer. I quickened the pace, driving into her to the hilt again and again, feeling the orgasm rise from my balls. Lara began coming again almost at the same time, with brief spasms around my cock, moaning my name as though she were being taken apart.

I came inside her with a hoarse growl, staying buried to the end, feeling every pulse of my ejaculation emptying into her hot pussy. She squeezed me with her legs, breathing in jolts, still trembling from her orgasm.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, sweaty and stuck together, with the evening light finally dying in the window.

Then I pulled out slowly. Some of my cum leaked out of her and ran between her thighs. Lara slid two fingers down there, touched herself with a half-smile, and sucked them without taking her eyes off me. The gesture almost brought my erection back instantly.

—You're sick —I said, laughing breathlessly.

—And you're delighted to catch it from me.

We showered together. Under the water, she kissed me again and confessed what I had already suspected: that it had turned her on to be seen naked, that Damián couldn't hide it, that Vera looked at me as if she wanted to touch me, and above all, noticing how all of that turned me into an animal as soon as we closed the door at home.

—Next time —she said, soaping my chest— I want to tease you even more.

—As if you need to do much.

—No. But I want to anyway.

She smiled, looked down, and saw that despite the brutal fuck we'd just had, my cock was already reacting again in her wet hand.

—I knew it —she whispered.

I cornered her against the tiles, kissed her neck, and squeezed her ass.

—Next time at the beach, when you sit down in front of them and spread your legs a little wider, I want you to know one thing.

—What?

—The only thing I'll be thinking about is bringing you back here and fucking you until I empty myself inside you again.

I bit her earlobe as I said it. She trembled, squeezed her thighs together, and gave me that dark look that always appeared just before we started again.