“I was thinking giving,” she laughed. “But the way you came when I touched your butt, you have me wondering now.”
“No I have never had anal sex, giving or receiving.”
“You know we’re going to be trying it soon,” she warned. “Both ways.”
The surprise sex continued to be a part of our sex life. Everything from Carla coming over and riding my cock until she got herself off, to me taking her from behind until I did, to her randomly dropping to her knees and sucking my cock, sometimes to completion sometimes not…..
Carla found us a spot on the beach, fairly close to the water and far enough from other people that we could have some semi alone time.
“You look happy to be here,” she said as I set the cooler down and revealed my half hard cock.
“I’m glad there aren’t many people around.”
“If there were a few less,” she said as she laid out the blanket. “I’d help you out with it. Maybe by getting on my knees and sucking you off. Or oil up my boobs and have you slide your big hard cock between them before you shoot off on my face….Or I could lay back, spread my legs and let you fill my pussy…Or I could take some of the same oil you were going to use on my tits, oil up my back side and let you buttf…”
“You’re not helping,” I said pointing out that her list of options had the exact desired effect she’d wanted.
I was now rock hard.
“Or we could go take a dip in the ocean,” she suggested.
“Can we wait until it goes down a little?”
“Not a chance,” she said as she got up, grabbed my hand and started walking towards the water.
The people to the right of us were fairly far away, far enough that I didn’t think it would be totally obvious I was trudging along the beach with my boner leading the way.
I was paying too much attention to my right side and didn’t see the man and woman walking down the beach to our left until they were almost beside us.
“Hi,” I said as our paths crossed.
When caught in an embarrassing situation, own it.
“Hello,” they replied, thankfully, with a smile.
They looked a little older than us, both of them were very fit and very tan. The woman had small boobs and barbell nipple piercings and a matching belly button ring. The, I assume, husband was fairly muscular, hairless and was sporting a cock ring.
“Forgive him,” Carla said. “He’s really excited to be here. It’s his first time at a nude beach. I’m taking him down to the water so he can cool off.”
“Probably a good idea,” the man commented.
“This is your first time at a nude beach?” the wife asked. “You’re both so tan.”
“We’re nude at home all the time,” Carla explained. “He’s usually hard there too.”
My mind reeled a little when what Carla had just said sank in. It really went on tilt when she reached over, pressed my erection down and let it spring back up.
“Well, there’s always the dunes, if the ocean doesn’t work,” the husband said.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Jim,” the woman chastised her husband. “Not everyone is like that.”
She turned back to us.
“Well we’ll leave you to getting your man cooled off,” she said. “It was nice meeting you.”
“That was so fucking hot,” Carla exclaimed when we got to the water. “Standing there talking to them all boned up. Watching both of them checking you out… I think he was staring at your cock more than she was….Fuck that was hot.”
Thankfully, the water was a little chilly and it did take most of the starch out of my erection.
We decided to go get out and go back to our stuff.
“What did you think about his cock ring?” Carla asked as we settled down on our blanket.
“I thought it looked pretty interesting,” I told her.
“Good, because we’re getting one for you as soon as possible,” she informed me. “And I want you to wear it all the time.”
“Yes ma’am,” I told her.
Each of us armed with a book, we settled in and baked our bodies in the sun.
“Carla bored!” she announced after an hour or so.
“And what does Carla want to do?” I asked.
“Carla wants to check out the dunes,” she told me. “Maybe do something I’m going to be ashamed or later….”
“Beware the dunes,” Sandi, the resort manager told us over breakfast.
“What? Are there werewolves out there?”
“That’s very good,” she laughed. “Not many guests get the Werewolf in London reference anymore. No there are no werewolves.”
“So why the warning?” Carla asked, obviously intrigued.
“Let’s just say, some guests get a little…umm…wound up with all the naked bodies around and they’ll go back into the dunes to…blow off a little steam. So if you go back there, you might see someone alone, couples or entire groups doing things they might be ashamed of later.”
“I know we’re new to this whole nude beach thing,” I told her. “But from what I gather, I would think that would be against some rules.”
“Officially it is,” she told us. “But unofficially, we turn a blind eye to it. The way management sees it, if that’s what you want to do, it’s better to be semi private than to do it right out there on the beach. That’s why I wanted to warn you guys about it. The bottom line is, if you come back this afternoon and complain, I’ve got to put on a concerned face, assure you that measures will be taken so it doesn’t happen again, then I’ll feel bad because I’m not going to do anything about it. However, if you see someone there against their will, please do something or notify us.”
“Fair enough,” Carla said, with a gleam in her eye that told me we’d be visiting the dunes at some point.
Hand in hand, we made the trek towards the dunes. Once there, I saw why it was used the way we’d heard.
The rolls in the landscape combined with enough vegetation to give the bare minimum of privacy made it the perfect place for outdoor fun.
The only issue that day, other than us, there didn’t seem to be anyone else around.
“Over there by the tree,” Carla said pointing to her right.
Looking in that direction, we could only see the top half of a man. The way he was standing and the motion of the arm we could see, it looked like he was slowly masturbating or he was on the receiving end of a blow job.
“Want to go check it out?” I asked her.
“Should we?”
“The way I see it,” I explained. “If they’re doing something out here, on some level they want to or don’t mind being seen and if we just happened to walk by….”
“Let’s do it,” Carla agreed.
Quietly, but without sneaking, we walked in that direction.
“Oh wow,” Carla muttered when we got closer. “That’s so fucking hot.”
As we came around the bushes and got the whole view, we saw a nude man, about our age, with a beard and as I suspected, he was getting a blow job.
What I hadn’t expected, the blonde on their knees in front of him was also a man.
“So hot,” Carla whispered again as she grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand against her pussy.
We were behind and off to the side of them, judging by the way the bearded guy’s hips were thrusting, we were catching the end of this little show.
Carla bit my shoulder to keep from moaning out loud when the bearded guy gave the blonde, what I guess was a warning, before placing his hands on either side of his friends head and gave one final thrust with his hips.