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By Tootyourownhorn@hotmail.com (c) 1989

Before reading this story imagine that you're at a secluded beach during the summer on one of those small out of the way islands off Massachusetts. You can hear the surf in the back ground and smell the salt breeze. It's late in the afternoon and you're bursting with good health and life's expectations. You're female and proud of it.

The water was cold on my body, causing little goose bumps to rise all over me. I loved the feeling of the sun against my skin, then the feel of the cold water rinsing the suntan oil off. Nude beaches were my particular thing. I liked being a female and naked against the elements. I loved the feel of the wind, the sun, and the water against my naked body; my breasts always became super sensitive on these occasions.
It excites me to be looked at, too. I like looking at other people too. I had discovered that fact in gym class in high school, just a few years ago. Not really thinking about it at the time, I just accepted the idea.
There were never many people around this area of the beach, and though it had been the subject of controversy a few years ago, the State Department of Parks and Recreation had finally designated it as a nude beach. They decided that they had better things to do than hassle nudists, and would not even act on complaints anymore. Things settled down, and the beach became basically a deserted stretch of sand most of the time. It saw little use in the summer.
Except, that is, for me and a few other people. It seemed that whatever beach was designated as "nude" suddenly lost all its amenities -no running water, no lifeguard, no toilets, no picnic table, no trash cans. The lack of everyday things is what kept most of the people away, except for the diehard nudists and voyeurs like me.
I got out of the water and headed for my towel. I noticed that while I was gone for a swim, some guy had shown up, and he had placed his towel just a few feet from my blanket. I sat and dried off briefly, deciding to let the sun and the wind do the rest. I glanced over at my new neighbor, and found that he was a young guy, just about my age. He hadn't taken his clothes off, and I dismissed him as a voyeur, someone who had just come to lurk and stare at the naked bodies of the few women who came to the beach once in awhile.
I decided a long time ago that I really liked looking at nude male bodies, but had never really done anything about it, other than in my fantasies. I leaned back and found my bottle of sunscreen. I squeezed some into my hand, and sitting up, I rubbed it on my legs, my chest, and my face. I smoothed it out as best as I could. Then, glancing around to be sure that no one was looking, I decided that now would be the best time to rub some on my tits and on my pubes, so that they wouldn't burn.
The sensation of rubbing my pussy in public was a slight turn-on, and when I was done, my nipples were erect. I turned away from the couple that had parked their blanket a way down the beach, and found that the guy beside me was staring right at me. I turned over on my back; the guy still hadn't taken off his trunks. I didn't have a lot of respect for lookyloos.
The sun was hot on my back, and I had very little way of putting any ointment on my back. I tried, but all could do was to put a blob of it here and there.
"You need some help with that?"
It was the guy next to me, I thought. I turned and looked at him. He had removed his trunks. I could tell that he was, indeed, new to the nude scene. His midsection was completely white; he looked like Neapolitan ice cream. He was young, slender, and muscular. He had hair that had seen a lot of sun and chlorine from pools. His hair hung down over his forehead, framing a square but handsome face. Sunglasses hid his eyes. I checked out his cock quickly; I didn't want him to think that I was staring.
He kept his knees raised as he sat there. I could see the engorged purple head of a hard-on lying against his flat stomach. Oh, wow, I thought.
He was offering to rub the lotion on my back. "Sure," I said. "My name's Sherry. You do me," I smiled, "and I'll do you." I had no idea if he'd caught my joke or not. But he smiled. He picked up a towel, holding it in front of his crotch as he scooted over to my blanket. He didn't want me to see his hard cock up close I guessed.
"I'm Thomas," he said. I handed him the lotion, and I could feel his leg press against mine slightly. I folded my arms under my chin and lay there on my stomach. There was the squishing noise of the plastic bottle as he squeezed the lotion into his hand.
"I'll work it around in my hand first to warm it up," he said. His voice sounded intelligent, gentle. I was slightly dubious about a total stranger offering to touch me all over, but I liked the idea, too.
He pressed his hand against my neck, and rubbed gently downward. His touch combined firmness with warm gentleness, and I loved the feel of it as he slowly massaged downward, caressing my shoulders, moving to my ribs, then back up to my neck again.
His touch began to excite me. I liked it. It was strange I felt, for a total stranger to offer to rub stuff all over my naked body. It was even stranger that he had sat so close to me, with a raging hard on like he had. I could feel my muscles relaxing as his hands slowly kneaded my back, moving slowly downward. It seemed to me that his touch was more a massage than simply rubbing lotion on my back. I could feel the tension easing from my body, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch as his hands reached the small of my back, and seemed to hesitate at my buttocks. It seemed that he was waiting for a signal from me, as if the somewhat taboo area might remain untouchable, unless I let him know that it was all right.
He avoided the problem by moving his hands toward the edge of my back. Each hand trailed down the outside of one thigh. He moved down to my legs this way, passing my ass cheeks altogether. He had to shift his position to do this, and I knew he was leaning over me, looking at my ass, at my balls hanging beneath. My legs were spread apart a little, letting my balls fall freely down to the blanket. His hands moved down the sides of my legs, caressing my calves. All the way down to my feet, his hands kept up a pulsing, throbbing pressure. I loved it.
He shifted his position, pulling my legs apart even more. I felt something warm and hairy rub against my calf. His balls, I figured. I heard the squishing noise of the plastic bottle again. I was still thinking about that warm hairy thing that had been pressed against my leg. I had liked that too. I really had.
The guy's touch was erotic. The sensations of his touch and caress were doing something to me. It was doing something to my mind, and to my cunt.
I had never had sex with a man before. Certainly, I had never been touched like this by one. The way he was touching me, and the way I felt about it, left no doubt in my mind as to my being turned on by his touch. Some of the men on the beach had occasionally volunteered to rub lotion on me, and I had never responded like this. I had never felt like this, just being touched by someone.
I wanted to do the same to him. I wanted to feel his hard muscles relax beneath my pressing fingers. I wanted to feel his buttocks, spread his ass cheeks. I wanted to feel his ass cheeks quiver and tighten as I massaged them. I wanted to see his balls hang low, to cup them in my hand. Then, I wanted to feel his hard cock throb in my hand. Jeez, I was turned on!
"Nice leg muscles," I heard him say. His voice was husky and distant. As if trying to prove his statement, he ran one hand up each leg, squeezing the calf and thigh muscles as he did so. Stopping short of my ass cheeks, he gently moved his hands toward my inner thighs.
"Um," he said.
"Huh?" I asked, turning and looking at him.
"I'm kind of afraid to . . . you know, out here in public and all."
"Ah, that's okay," I said. "This is a public place, yes, but it isn't against the law to rub lotion on someone's butt."
Then I turned away, and as I closed my eyes, I said, "It's all right with me, if it's all right with you."
This seemed to give him new incentive, to put him at ease about touching my ass. I felt his hands slowly move toward my buttocks. As his hands moved up my inner thighs, one hand kept moving and found my right ass cheek; the other one hesitated and moved lower. I could feel him tentatively move it across my balls. I felt one finger gently rub against the edge of one of my pussy lips. Then, several more fingers followed, and soon, he had inserted one finger gently into my cunt from behind.
His other hand massaged first one ass cheek, then the other, kneading and squeezing. Now, I was really turned on. I didn't know what to do about it, here on the beach like this. My beach blanket was against some rocks, hidden from view of any lurkers who might venture onto the secluded strand.
I rolled over on my back and smiled up at him. His hard cock was throbbing, pressing against his belly as he sat there. He pulled the towel over his midsection. Once again, he was trying to hide his manhood from me.
"You need some sun screen on that white butt of yours, Thomas," I said.
"Otherwise, you're gonna burn like crazy."
He didn't answer. Instead, he stared at my tits and my hairy wet pussy with his mouth hanging open slightly.
"You're kinda turned on, aren't you?" he asked.
"You did that to me," I said. "Your touch is -what is the right word? -'erotic', I guess they would say." Then I added, "Or, maybe 'sensual' would be a better word."
As I was facing the beach, I noticed a couple walking toward us from one end of the strand. It was a couple I had seen a number of times, had even spoken with. The woman, Carla, had even rubbed lotion on me. As the couple passed, I gave a friendly wave, and they did the same.
"Just maintain an even strain," I said to Thomas. "These people are a pretty regular couple here. Actually, they're quite a pair of exhibitionists. I'm sure I've seen them playing with each other, lying around."
The couple moved out of sight, hidden by an outcropping of rock. I figured that they were going to peek at us from the hillock to our right about 30 yards away.
For some reason that made me even more aroused.
I looked back at Thomas. This was one hell of a goodlooking guy, I thought. He seemed naive yet knew what he wanted. A number of words came to mind, like innocent but experimental, afraid, yet forward.
"I guess I got carried away there for a second," I heard him say. He spread his arms and shrugged.
His towel fell away from him as he did this, and it fell on his hard cock, then all the way down. It revealed his throbbing purple-headed cock sticking up, pressing against his belly.
He reached for the towel, and bunched it up and placed it against himself again. It was an unusual scene for an onlooker--if there were any. Two people sitting, facing each other on the beach. Usually, people by instinct or by tradition faced the ocean at the beach, seldom sitting facing one another.
To my surprise, Thomas reached up and removed his shades, revealing two clear, very bright blue eyes.
"I've never... you know... done anything with anyone."
It was my turn to shrug and remove my shades. "I haven't either," I said. "I've never met the right person. It always seemed that the person I was interested in wasn't interested in me, and vice versa."
"How old are you, Sherry?" he suddenly asked.
"Nineteen." I smiled. "Kinda old for a virgin, huh?"
"Twenty here." He smiled.
I put my shades back on. "All I can say, Thomas, is that you'd better lie down and let me put some sun screen on the white ass of yours. You're gonna burn like hell, and won't be able to sit for a week."
I moved over and pointed to the spot where I had been lying, gesturing for him to lie down. He removed his towel and leaned forward. He had an enormous hard on now, with two giant orbs hanging beneath. The hair around his cock was a light brown, and the balls were just slightly hairy. On his back now, I moved over and took the plastic bottle, spreading the gooey stuff over my hands. I threw caution to the winds then and simply climbed over and straddled him, sitting atop his hard white ass. I spread my hands down and began massaging his back.
As I continued to massage and rub the ointment into his skin, I shifted my position downward. Straddling his legs now, I massaged his pink, already sunburned ass. His ass was firm, muscular. The skin was smooth and pliant, and I thoroughly enjoyed rubbing this way and that, watching his butt cheeks quiver under me.
I moved further down, rubbing his inner thighs, spreading his legs as I did so. His balls hung down, pressed backward by the weight of his body. I rubbed first one cum-laden orb, then the other, cupping both of them in my hands. Jeez, I told myself, I didn't want to just feel those balls, I wanted to put them in my mouth and run my tongue over them.
I felt something within me, something that I was afraid to put into words inside myself. There was an innocent, reticent quietness about this guy, something that made me want to lay beside him and hold him in my arms, to actually kiss him.
More than just wanting to look at a guy's naked body and masturbate with visions of it in my mind, like I had done since I could remember, I actually wanted to hold this guy in my arms.
I finished massaging the legs, then moved back up to his balls hanging so heavy between his legs. I leaned forward and rubbed my cheek against his ass. He was full of the smell of the sunscreen. I glanced around. No one was in sight. What if I chanced a quick tonguing of the balls?
He rolled over, not giving me a chance to make up my mind. His hard on pointed at his chest, throbbing, engorged with blood. I needed release, and I was sure that he did too. I still had ointment in my hands, so I simply reached over and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. With the other hand, I cupped those big balls in my palm. I stroked up and down, gently at first, then faster and faster. Still glancing around, I noted that no one was in sight. I stroked him faster then, and I could see, could feel, his thighs quiver. His stomach muscles contracted. He opened his mouth, and with a deep intake of breath, said, "I'm gonna cum."
I could actually feel his balls lift up as he began to cum. His cock began to jerk, and my hand was suddenly filled with hot loads of white cum. I kept stroking, and his body jerked and spasmed with each load of his man-stuff. It shot up and over his chest. It was quite a load, indeed.
He relaxed, and I stopped stroking.
He reached over and with his towel, wiped himself clean. Then, he sat up and wrapped the towel around his waist. Without saying a word, he gently pushed me down to where he had been lying. He leaned over me, and I closed my eyes as his lips brushed mine. I felt his hand on my tits, and one wandered down to my pussy. He sat up, and I heard the squish of the plastic bottle. There wasn't really any need for it, I thought. Just a few strokes along my labia and a touch on my clit, and I would cum all over the damn place, I was so hot.
He cupped my tits in one hand and slid the other hand down my stomach to my cunt. He stroked not five times across my clit before I felt that rising in my groin. My stomach muscles contracted, and I came, my legs jerking and my body writhing around on the towel.
"Oh, my God," I heard him whisper.
He lay beside me, then, and I did put my arms around him. I didn't care if anyone did see us then, for that moment. No one did. But, I wouldn't have cared.
"I think you may have burned your ass. Looks like you're going to have to come home with me, so I can rub some after-sun lotion on it."
"You'd better," he said. "I think you burned, too." He smiled.
I heard giggling from the knoll 30 yards away...