Stranger on Studland beach

It's been 4 years since I first met a stranger on Studland beach. The day was sunny and warm, the kind of weather that makes you feel alive. I’d been walking the shoreline, enjoying the cool breeze on my naked skin. Nudist beaches have a way of making you feel liberated, like all your worries just wash away with the tide.

I found a nice spot to settle down, laying out my towel and soaking in the sun. The beach wasn’t packed, but there were enough people around to create a comfortable buzz of conversation and laughter. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth seep into my bones, and almost dozed off. That’s when I heard footsteps approaching.

A woman’s voice cut through my semi-conscious state. “Mind if I join you?” She sounded confident, her tone smooth and inviting. I opened my eyes to see a woman in her mid-30s, her body tanned and toned from what I assumed were countless hours under the sun. Her breasts were small but perky, her nipples slightly erect from the sea breeze.

“Not at all,” I replied, shifting slightly to make room on the towel beside me.

She sat down gracefully, her legs folded under her. We made small talk at first, exchanging stories about our favorite spots on the beach and how often we visited. But there was an undercurrent of tension, a sense that we both knew where this was headed.

She leaned in closer, her hand brushing against mine. “I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered, “but I’ve been watching you walk around. You’ve got a gorgeous body.”

I felt a surge of heat in my chest, spreading down to my groin. Her boldness was intoxicating. “Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice slightly hoarse.

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “And I must say, I’m quite curious about what’s between your legs.”

Before I could respond, she reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around my cock. I was already half-hard from the tension, but her touch sent blood rushing to my shaft. She began to stroke me slowly, her movements deliberate and skilled.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, unable to contain myself.

“Shh,” she whispered, increasing the pace of her strokes. “We wouldn’t want to attract too much attention.”

Her hand was warm and soft against my skin, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I glanced around, but the other beachgoers seemed oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away.

She worked her magic, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing flicks of her wrist. I could feel myself getting close, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Cum for me,” she urged, her voice low and husky. “Let go.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan, I came hard, my cum shooting out onto the towel between us. She kept stroking me through the aftershocks, milking every last drop.

When it was over, she stood up, stretching languidly. “That was fun,” she said with a wink. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”