The Saturday after the big cock, Simon took me to a nudist beach, Studland. I knew Studland was a swinging beach, so I had hopes. Hopes that Simon would hand me over to a few guys, and if he got some even better. The only concern I had was sand.

So there we were in a carpark. We had a blanket, a new cold box and towels. I insisted on factor 50, and hoped Simon would allow men to cover me.

“Get your tits out.” Simon told me. 

I hoped Simon was thinking what I was. 

Simon found a spot in a dip of sand. I knew that if sex happened it happened at the back of the dunes. We were not far enough back.

We were soon naked, but that's when I noticed a few men wandering about, some dressed some not. We opened the cool box,  Simon had packed it. There were a few snacks,  two bottles of white wine and a dozen zero beers. I thought, good he will get me tipsy and get me fucked.

“I'm driving so I can't drink.” He explained opening a can.

He poured me a glass and took a deep swig of his beer. He really should have packed plastic. 

He found the suntan screen and filled my hand, then stood up and covered himself, starting with his legs. He was quick over his cock and bum, then his upper body.

I was trying to share my handful over my body. My solution was to put two blobs on my breasts and then take a bit at a time and spread it around.

As I rubbed the cream in I thought about other hands doing the same. I noticed Simon had returned to his cock. It was stiff, and he was ensuring it would not be burned.

One of the wandering men had stopped some distance away. He had his cock in his hand and was looking at me. He was soon joined by another, the second man was in shorts but his hand was inside. Cheeky buggers.

“Sit up. I'll do your back.” Simon told me.

Simon started to cream my back. 

“Have you seen those men?” I asked.

“Don't worry about them. You better finish that wine before it gets spilled.”

His hands moved around to cream my already creamed breast. The naked man started to wank.

“What do you think he is thinking?” I asked Simon. 

“The same thing I am.”

Simon was now kneeling behind me, his hard cock in my back and his hands sliding over my beasts. I was waiting for Simon to invite the man over.

Simon rubbed, the man wanked. It was incredibly erotic, I wanted him in me. He was looking at me. He was wanking, suddenly he bent forward, he made a grunt. I think I saw a jet of white and he stopped wanking.

“All done.” Simon said and stopped creaming me.

I laid down on my back with my legs open. My mind was on the man. What a waste, all the cream in the sand. I wondered if open legs were an invitation, was there any code, how did people know who was there for sun and who wanted more.

“It's not like the holiday.” I mussed.

“What do you mean?”

“No one did that.”

“Did what?”

“You know.”

Simon walked over to the man. I poured more wine. My pussy was anticipating the man's cock.

I could not hear most of the conversations but bits drifted back to me. “Nice tits….she a good girl…nice fuck…”

Part of me felt objectified but I  was waiting for Simon to bring the man back. I hoped he would fuck me, but I would be happy with anything. Any little step that Simon made towards men getting in me would be welcome,  even a splash of cum on me would be a welcome start.

Simon came back on his own. I never asked what was said, but I hoped the man did not want me. That must have been the only time I hoped I was not wanted, but that was better than Simon not letting him have me.

We were there for a few hours. I laid there with my legs open. I drank a bottle of wine and I hoped.

We had been there a few hours. “I'm hot, how about a swim.” I suggested. 

“I'll watch our stuff.”

I went for a swim. Soon another man was in the water close to me.

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi.” I noticed he was naked, but couldn't see him clearly in the water.

“Do you cum here often?”

“Not yet.”

“O” he sounded surprised. 

I never noticed Simon coming into the water, but suddenly he had his arm around me, it was not a comforting arm. The man got the idea that I was not for him and went back to swimming.

“What about our things?” I asked.

“Yes, what about them?” 

Back in the dunes I sat on him. As my hips rolled on him the man came back, but further away. He was wanking.

I was trying to control Simon's cock but he popped and deflated before my fourth cum.

I got the idea I was for display, they could admire,  be jealous but I was never going to be handed over to another man.

I wondered if he ever wanted the dunes or fucked in them, I  even wondered if he looked for men there.