Erotic Short Stories

Nude Beach

Since I moved to France, I've always been curious about visiting a nudist beach. Here, I learned to appreciate the freedom of the body, to explore a more refined sexuality, and to truly know myself. I discovered a love for every inch of my skin, and most importantly, for the human body as a whole. I experimented with both men and women, and it would be a lie to say that I don't frequently think about those encounters with women. No one had ever devoured me like they did, although I must admit that some men knew very well how to do it, and I loved taking advantage of every occasion to come multiple times. There's something special about men who genuinely enjoy when a woman reaches orgasm.

In a conversation with my colleagues, the topic of nudist beaches came up, and to my surprise, everyone had been to one at least once in their lives. The comments were unanimously positive, and that night, driven by the idea, I looked for train tickets to the nearest nudist beach. Taking advantage of the summer and my beautiful body, I decided it was the perfect time. I found the ticket, the perfect dates; all I needed was the ideal company. I asked around at work, but no one was available. I reached out to friends outside of work, but I had no luck there either. For a few days, I felt discouraged, but after reading a chapter of a novel, I realized that only I could decide my life, build my present and my future. So, I bought the ticket for myself. As soon as I clicked "Purchase," I knew I had made the right decision.

The day arrived, and my suitcase had never felt so light. Of course, I packed a bikini, actually, three pairs, but those are details. Sunscreen was a must, and of course, a good book. I chose a collection of erotic stories by Pau García. Yes, erotic stories had always been my guilty pleasure. For the journey, I took a mystery novel to keep myself entertained. However, the trip flew by; I had only read two chapters when I began to feel the sea breeze. The hotel wasn't far from the station, so I decided to take a stroll along the beach before dropping off my suitcase and gathering the courage to face the nervousness that was overwhelming me. The first beach I crossed was typical, familiar, like the ones I knew, but a few steps later, I found myself surrounded by people completely naked. Muscular men, others not so much, beautiful women with sculpted bodies, and others, like me, with bodies attractive in their own way. No one seemed to feel ashamed, and I loved that.

While I was distracted by the sound of the waves, a ball hit me on the head. I lost my balance clumsily and fell on my side, as if a strong wind had knocked me over in slow motion. I couldn't help but laugh, and a few seconds later, a young man approached to help me. I was laughing so much that I didn't realize he was completely naked. When I extended my hand for him to help me up, I accidentally brushed against his penis, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth in embarrassment. He laughed too, and we both apologized without really listening to what the other was saying.

"Sorry," I said. "It wasn't my intention, I'm really sorry."

"Well," he said, cutting through the theater we were putting on, "we've apologized enough. Nothing happened. Here's your suitcase. It was a pleasure meeting you."

As he walked away, I felt a strange sensation inside me, as if that moment of embarrassment had been necessary to start my trip off right.

I arrived at the hotel a bit tired, but everything was so beautiful that I wanted to make a video and share it on social media. The room was enormous, with a spectacular view of the sea. I made the video and then lay down on the bed to read a bit more. However, the smell of the sea and the perfect breeze didn't let me stay in that position, and I finally headed to the beach.

Everyone was taking off their clothes so naturally that they didn't care about being watched. Since everything was so new to me, more than once I found myself staring curiously and had to look away when I realized my mistake. First, I tried taking off my top, covering myself with my hands as I untied the knot at the back, but I couldn't bring myself to remove the front without feeling deep embarrassment. I stayed like that for a few minutes until I finally worked up the courage. What a feeling of freedom! I think it was the first time I felt the air on my breasts, and I fell in love with the sensation.

Several minutes passed, and I felt comfortable with my decision. People weren't looking; it was like being on the subway, everyone in their own world. I lay down for a few moments.

I was about to fall asleep when a deep voice caught my attention. I opened my eyes, and, of course, it was the man with the ball. This time, I could see his features better, and he was wearing a swimsuit. But I wasn't! I sat up abruptly and covered my breasts with my hands.

"What's wrong with you?" I yelled. "You can't just show up like this!"

"Hey, hey, hey. I was just coming to say hi and to ask if you were okay."

His sincere tone made me understand that he really was just coming to do that. We talked for a while until he decided to lay his towel next to mine. He took off his swimsuit, and only after doing so did he ask if I had any problem with it. Of course, I shook my head; I didn't have any problem. I took enough confidence to remove the top part of my bikini and keep him company. We laughed and talked for several hours until we decided to go eat.

"Let's go to my hotel," I suggested. "I saw the menu, and it looks delicious, plus we can relax afterward with a sea view and some cocktails."

Everything happened very quickly. After lunch, we went up to the room and started kissing immediately. We lay down on the bed, and as if we were still on the beach, I took off my bikini.

"Play with my nipples," I ordered, but before I could finish saying it, he already had his hands and mouth on my breasts. He played with them with such confidence, and I let myself get carried away by the moment. I started moaning without holding back, knowing that in the hotel no one knew me, and it didn't matter if I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He took off my bikini bottom and buried his face between my legs. He moved his tongue from side to side, in circles, and I could only grab his hair, asking for more, begging him to go faster, more intense. I moaned and groaned without stopping. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I couldn't stop moving, surrendering to the excitement. Just when I thought I was about to explode, he used his fingers to slip them inside me. I screamed so loudly that, without a doubt, the other guests must have heard everything.

"It's your turn," I said.

"No, today is just for you. My turn will come."

"But I'm only here..."

"We'll see each other again, I'm sure."