August, A Day At The Beach - Sex Stories

August, A Day At The Beach

We decided to hit one of our favorite clothing-optional beaches on Florida’s east coast. I arrived at the lot around 8:00 a.m.; there were only a few cars, and the beach looked fairly empty since it was a Tuesday in August. We proceeded to walk up the beach for a few hundred yards for a little more space and privacy. We set up our chairs and umbrellas and settled in for coffee and donuts.

By mid-morning, it was already hot, and we made several trips to the water to cool off. Others were splashing about and walking the beach, but it was less crowded than normal. Only a few had ventured beyond our set-up. We ate a sandwich for lunch, and then took a nice long walk up the beach, where it was very secluded, took a few photos, and did some shell hunting.

As we got closer to our chairs, we noticed someone had come and spread out a towel around ten to fifteen yards from us. The guy looked to be in his thirties, with a very basic set-up: a towel and a water bottle, butt naked, and a ball cap. He appeared to be in decent shape and was rubbing in the lotion heavily, as he was more pale than tanned. Tina went to splash around a couple of times, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Finally, one trip back to the towel, he must have made a comment. She paused, they spoke, and then he sat back in the chair. He was in the water fairly deep on one of her trips; she normally stays around waist-deep. He walked out of the water past her; he must have something to make her laugh. I joined her ...

... in the water, and we splashed a bit. I went on back to get a beer, and she followed shortly. As I reached into the cooler for her drink, she grabbed her towel, dried off a bit, and kind of turned toward the beach. She then looked back at me and just blurted out, “That guy has a nice dick.”

“Oh really” I replied, “Are you interested?”

She hesitated a second and coyly whispered, “Yeah kinda, he might be fun.” “Well cool, I suggested, let's invite him for a beer.”

We walked down to the water, waded into the surf a little, and then started back to our chairs. I walked a little in his direction, made eye contact, and just asked. “Hey, would you like to join us for a cold beer?” He accepted with a big thank you, grabbed his towel, and followed us to our chairs. We had another beer or two, just making small talk; it was just random but a little flirty as well.

By now, a lot of folks had packed up; it was late afternoon. The three of us went to the water to cool off, splashed around, and then made our way back to our spot. Tina grabbed her chair and moved it under the umbrella, saying she had enough of the sun for the day and needed some shade. She was now facing north, and I was looking south down the beach. Jason, as we found out was his name, had his towel stretched out closer to her.

As the conversation got a little friskier, we talked about nudity on the beach, the wildest thing we have seen or done there. Tina made sure to state that she didn’t particularly like ...