JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA" - Sex Stories

JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA"

... there years earlier when she was in college. It was well hidden and off the beaten path, so a select few free-spirited locals had gotten the idea to make it their own little nude beach. It wasn't official, but anyone that found this beach did so with that intention. A short hike further and the brush suddenly opened up to white sand for miles in both directions and the jade waters of the Gulf just 40 yards ahead of us. It instantly became one of my favorite places on earth. From there, we headed north along the shore for another quarter mile. Up until then, we hadn't seen a soul. All total, there were around 12 people out on that little stretch of beach. There was a group of three men and one curvy brunette woman playing paddle ball in the nude. There was an older black couple, also devoid of clothing. There were two topless college girls that were too shy to remove their bottoms. There were two older over weight men in lawn chairs, and now, the two of us. All of the groups were widely spread out. It was clear that no one was really interested in invading anyone else's space. It was the etiquette of the publicly nude. Belinda stopped somewhere between the college girls and the older black couple and slid her back pack off of her shoulders. I dropped mine beside hers, thankful to be rid of the heavy load. "This is it." she beamed. "I've never been to a nude beach before." I shyly confessed. "That's why this place is so perfect. It's a secret." she smiled as she knelt down and ...

... pulled a large beach towel from her bag. We spread out our towels and let the natives look us over. Once everyone registered that we knew that they were naked and didn't seem to care, they quickly lost interest in our proceedings, save for a few of the old men waiting to catch a glimpse of Belinda undressing. Belinda kicked away her flip-flops and brazenly peeled her tank top off. She wasn't wearing a bikini top underneath. She knew she wouldn't need one. Her perky pale B-cup breasts were already glistening in the sun from the sweat she had worked up on our hike. I removed my T-shirt as she carefully folded her top and placed it in her bag. She then slipped out of her khaki shorts, folded them in half and tossed them into her bag. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini cut panties and pushed them down to her knees. As she stepped out of them, one leg at a time, she looked up at me. "What? Are you shy all of a sudden?" she asked. The truth was, I was afraid that just looking at her beautiful naked body might give me an erection. "No." I lied as I untied my trunks. She placed her panties in her bag and stood in front of me, naked in the white sand. Her thin Latina body always looked incredible in the sun-light. Her small pale breasts hung unencumbered in the open air and her nipples began to harden against the sea breeze. I followed the toned line down the center of her stomach to her pale pubis. Just days earlier while we were ...