First Nude Beach Exposure

I was astounded at how much Joan had come to like seeing other people nude, both men and women; and appreciating their vast array of differing body shapes and sizes. That seemed to make her appreciate her own body more and become more than comfortable being naked herself and being seen by others. She also had most certainly gotten some newly discovered and conspicuous arousal from these experiences. Over the course of the afternoon, Joan and I walked along the beach and spent some time playing in the water. By 5:00 it was time to head back to the condo.

We were pretty quiet on our way back, and after we cleaned up, we had a quick and easy dinner. I went out on our bedroom balcony to watch the beautiful sunset while Joan put things away and brought out a bottle of wine. She was wearing a white eyelet nightgown that is one of my favorites and tonight she seemed to have forgotten a few buttons at the top and the bottom. A good omen for later.

As we finished first bottle of wine, my head was swimming with thoughts of Joan unexpectedly acquiescing then embracing the idea of being nude among others, including some people we knew. I went in to get a second bottle to celebrate our wonderful day, and when I came back out, I discovered Joan had removed her nightgown and was sitting naked. It didn't take me long before I removed my shorts and sat down.

"What happened with you today?" I asked while delighting in her body like it was the first time I'd seen her naked.

"You started out reluctant to even go topless," I said softly, "then you ended up showing your spread and wet pussy to a bunch of guys, even one we knew. And now I'm getting another special treat from you."

Joan took her time before responding, "I'll just say I learned a lot about myself today; my self-confidence about my body, and not letting others control how I feel about myself or what I choose to do. Those guys looking at me gave me a lot of confidence, and instead of feeling exploited, I felt incredibly empowered and in control."

I thought about what she'd said and carefully considered how to reply. Joan stood to pour us each another glass of wine, and when she bent forward, she gave me a close-up view of her obviously very aroused wet and swollen pussy lips. Naturally, without a second thought I pulled her down on to my lap. With a little help from her right hand my now hard cock easily slid into her warm and wet pussy. I expected her to do the work of moving up and down to help me make repeated penetrations. But surprisingly, she chose to rock back and forth slowly and gently on my lap while contracting her pelvic muscles, like she was practicing her Kegel exercises.

I could feel myself pushing deeper inside of her as I responded to this new technique. While this position had less overt physical stimulation, I found my mind awash in steamy visions of her blatantly showing her tits and pussy to any number of men on the beach today.

We'd both read about "Tantric Sex," and it always seemed too passive physically and too esoteric psychologically to appeal to me. But having my cock massaged by her vaginal muscles, was a new and highly intimate experience for me. Her rocking motions added enough friction to work me up to a well-worth-waiting-for crescendo. As Joan picked up the pace, I reached forward and started to play with her very sensitive nipples. Instantly she came so hard she squirted. This warm, erotic liquid ran over my balls, and with her pulsating and contracting pussy put me over the top too. I was certain we'd never both come so simultaneously and so strongly.

Her contracting vagina had milked every drop of come out of me, and I soon wilted and withdrew from her. I went back to my chair, and we found our still full wine glasses. As we sipped our drinks, we both savored the moment without needing to say a word, and we slept peacefully through the night dreaming of another day at Orient Bay.

During the rest of our vacation, we returned to Orient Bay three more times. We also discovered the beach at Cupecoy Bay near where we stayed the second week. It had the same openness to nudity and was much less crowded and more laid back. Each of these days was sweet and relaxed, but none were to match the self-awareness and courage I learned that first day.