A Day in the Sun

As I have told you before, my "stories" on the Internet are truthful to an extent, but only up to a point. The rest is bullshit. I'm not as brave as you might think I am, and I am certainly not as brave as I like to think I am either. All Sunday night I fantasized of all the erotic fun Jim and I were going to have on Monday at the beach and I promised myself that I would follow through on my fantasies. My plan was that I was going to wear my crotches loin cloth from the parking lot to the beach, We were going to find a semi secluded spot (if we could) where we could get sexual with one another, and if everything worked out I was going to give him a blow job there on the beach or maybe even fuck him, and if one or two horny men happened to see us as they walked by or stopped to watch us then all the better. Even now, after the day is over, I still get horny thinking about that.

Unfortunately, it never happened that way. It normally doesn't.

We left the house around 10 AM. We had taken a couple of changes of 'clothes' for me, my crotches loin cloth, a cooler with a 3 liter bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, our backgammon set, a blanket, a small duffle bag to carry the clothes and our personal affects, and two light weight aluminum folding chairs. Black's Beach is 90 miles from our house so I figured that we would get to the top of the cliffs by about noon or maybe earlier. We got as far as Del Mar before we realized that it would take us a little longer. The San Diego County Fair is currently being held at the Race Track (or at least I think that's what it was) and there was a huge traffic jam. Had we known in advance we could have taken an alternate route, but it was too late by the time we had realized our mistake? It took us about 45 minutes to negotiate our way through the traffic and get back up to speed again.

It was 12:15 when we got to the cliffs and there were already a LOT of cars in the parking lot. Let me take this paragraph and describe to you the setting of Black's Beach. It becomes important later in the account of what happened. It is a stretch of beach approximately 3 miles long from the North end, which is primarily a gay area, to the South end which is primarily straight. The ratio at the straight section is perhaps 25% couples and 75% single men. The parking lot sits on top of the bluffs and is the home of the Torrey Pines Hang Glider Port, where people go to rent Hang Gliders or bring their own and use it as a launching pad. As a result, there are always a mix of "nudists" and "non nudists" sharing the same parking lot. There were already a lot of gliders in the air and there was a lot of activity around the main building.

I took one look at all the people, and decided that I was NOT going to change into my loin cloth. There were just too many people. I just couldn't see myself being so daring with so many non nudists there to see. I decided just to wear the shorts and the Tee Shirt that I had worn from home. Jim was a little disappointed since I had told him what I planned to do, but he took it in stride since I promised him that I WOULD wear them on the way back to the car. I knew that we would probably be staying until 7 PM or maybe even later and by that time there would be far fewer people. So much for mistake #1 for the day.

The trail down the cliffs is a short one (only 300 to 400 footsteps) but it is extremely steep. There are places on the trail where you literally have to hold on to the rocks and ease yourself down to the next step by reaching out with one leg, finding a foothold, and then easing the rest of your body down. As we went down I fantasized about the really great "spread eagle" I would have presented to anyone had I only had the nerve to have worn my crotches loin cloth. There was only one guy who would have seen me actually spread open, but I could tell that he would have enjoyed the hell out of it since his eyes were fastened on my crotch anyway, even in my modest shorts, as I bend down and spread my legs maneuvering one of the steps.

When we reached the bottom we hiked north for about 200 - 300 yards, found a place to lay the blanket, stripped off our clothes, and settled down for a good day of "fun in the sun." It really feels liberating being naked, and the weather was perfect. It wasn't too hot and their was a wisp of a cooling breeze. Jim set up the Backgammon game and opened the bottle of wine. He poured us each a glass so we could "loosen up" a little before we took our walk. We always take "walks" when we are at the beach. Don't ask me why (I'm sure it's psychological) but I feel more at ease being daring when I'm passing "through" the scenery rather than "being" the scenery. That being said, I certainly wasn't being modest while we played Backgammon. I made it a point of being 'careless' with how my legs were positioned when I sat and when I lay down, so I knew that if anyone walked by they could see everything.

After a few games, I put on my crotches loin cloth, leaving my breasts bare, of course, and, drink in hand, we walked north. When you are on a "nude" beach and everyone else is nude, the crotches bottom I now wore gathered me more attention than if I were totally nude. It's not what an observer "sees" that is important, it's what he "thinks" he sees. I felt deliciously wicked walking along the beach with just a small flap in front covering my pussy and a small flap in back that covered my ass. We walked all the way to the northern end of the beach, a good 40 minute walk, and I made sure that there were many times, specially when we stopped to have a cigarette, that I put on a pretty good show to whoever was nearby. There were way too many people to seriously think about fucking or sucking, but Jim did manage to insert his fingers inside me once or twice while we sat on the sand and I held his cock for a while we were walking and we were far enough from everyone so that it didn't look obvious that I was trying to show off. We finally got back to our blanket and I removed my bottoms again. We poured another big glass of wine and set up the Backgammon game once more. I was even more "careless" with my legs while we played and I knew that Jim was getting excited because he couldn't seem to keep his eyes on the board. The sight of his wife publicly displaying herself on the beach was beginning to get to him.

Then, probably about 5 PM, it happened.

I was sitting on the blanket with my knees up (and spread, of course) with my arms crossed over my knees when another couple walked by. They were dressed and each of them carried a beach towel. She had a bag slung around her neck but they carried no chairs, no cooler, no anything else. As they walked by they looked at us and smiled. They walked about fifteen feet further, lay their towels on the sand, and stripped off their clothes. They held hands and ran down to the water, laughing and giggling as they went.

Our blanket was about mid distance from the cliffs to the shore and we had an unobstructed view of the water. I watched as they played together on the shore and in the water. At one point she even climbed up on his shoulders and straddled his neck as he waded into the water and of course his hands were on her ass helping to balance her. Even from this distance I could tell that her cheeks were wide open and we could hear their squeals of laughter as he flipped her forward off his shoulders and into the water. They played like that for about five minutes and then returned to their towels. I pretended not to watch when they returned, but of course I did. And so did Jim. The man laid down on his back on one of the blankets and she jumped on him and squatted down on top of him. Her knees were spread, one on each side of him, and she bend her head down and kissed him passionately. At first we thought they were going to fuck, but unfortunately they didn't. She just sat there on top of him looking erotic as hell and I could see Jim's cock beginning to grow. I knew that he was getting turned on and I berated myself for not having had the nerve to get that intimate with him yet. The truth is that with all my bragging, I'm still afraid of being too bold.

I told Jim to pour us another glass of wine, hoping not only to get his attention back to me and away from them, but to loosen me up a little more so I could be as carefree and uninhibited as they were. He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and poured another glass of wine. I knew that he wanted to continue watching them

A few minutes later, she was off him and they were sitting side by side. They were obviously talking. We couldn't hear what they were saying so we knew they must have been keeping their voices down on purpose. There was only about fifteen feet between us and if they had been speaking normally we would surely have heard them.

Suddenly they stood up and walked over to us. She introduced herself as Angel and he told us his name was Rigor. I'm not lying, those were the names they gave us. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but she had a pierced clitoris and there a tiny ring hanging there. They wanted to know if we wanted to share a few joints with them. They told us that they had seen us and picked the spot to put down their towels because we looked like we might be a fun couple. I didn't know what a "fun" couple meant to them, but I knew what it meant to me and I knew that I wasn't prepared for that kind of fun. I may love to show off now and then, but having sex with another couple wasn't my cup of tea. But the thought of getting high was attractive so we agreed. He went back to their towels and came back with her bag.

She was sitting cross-legged in front of us when he handed her the bag. She opened it and withdrew three medium sized joints. She lit one, took a deep hit, and passed it to Rigor, who in turn passed it to me. As we smoked, we talked, and the more we talked the more it became obvious that their idea of "fun" had nothing to do with swinging or sex or anything of that nature. They just wanted to meet another couple that they felt comfortable enough with to be able to sit down and smoke with. I could empathize with her. When we're at a nude beach we've always felt that it would be imposing on another's 'space' to boldly go up and introduce yourself the way they did. It's hard enough when you have a suit on at a regular beach, but when you're completely naked it's just hard to get up enough courage We had assumed they wanted to have sex with us when they first approached and I think that in the back of my mind I had always assumed that people would think the same about Jim and I if we had ever approached someone else. It's funny how psychology works. You would think that being naked with other naked people would break down the barriers, but in reality it just creates new and different ones.

We shared what was left of our wine with them and we apologized that we didn't have more to offer but they told us not to worry. They told us that they came to the beach maybe once a week and had been doing so for about a month and that we were the first ones they had ever had a conversation with. As bubbly a personality as she had it came as a surprise to me, but I wasn't about to question her truthfulness,

During the second of the three joints that we passed around Jim got up enough courage to ask her about the lit ring. Not only wasn't she embarrassed about it, she spread her legs open and showed us how it was attached and where the holes were and everything. She even encouraged Jim to feel it and pull on it a little if he felt like it. She seemed very proud of it. It made me a little depressed when I thought of how I had been afraid of the crowd of people and how I had let the day pass without living up to my fantasies and my promises of the night before. Here she was sitting on Rigor's stomach, letting Jim play with her lit ring, and I, who was supposed to be the slitty little wench that Jim loves so much, had been too much of a coward to do any of those things. I was jealous of her complete openness about sexuality and nudity, and I found myself getting a little turned on by her myself. That being said, no, I'm not talking about thinking of her in any lesbian way. I'm still straight and had no desire to have sex with her, but my jealousy was born of admiration for her courage, and the admiration made me think of myself doing the same things, and thinking about THAT was making me horny.

We talked and laughed and kidded and discussed for another hour or more and it soon came time to leave. They were the first that said they had to go, but it was time for us as well. We all got up and collected our things and, still talking, we headed for the long climb back up the hill. We were all still naked, but when we got to the bottom of the hill I stopped and opened up the duffel bag and pulled out my shorts and Tee shirt and started to get dressed. Jim nudged me. He didn't want to say anything, but he pointed to the loin cloth. I know I had promised, but the line of people walking up the hill was a small army. It seemed that everyone was leaving at the same time.

I thought of what my naked count and ass would look like to anyone behind me as I was forced to spread myself open climbing the stairs, and I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. But I just couldn't do it. I wanted to, I really did. I wanted it badly. But I just couldn't It was one thing to lay on the beach naked and be exposed like that, but there, everyone else is naked as well. Going up the trail was something else. Everyone was dressed. And when I got to the top I would have to walk all the way to the van, which was at least 150 yards away from the trailhead, across a parking lot full of cars and people getting ready to leave, the nudes from below as well as the people from the hang gliding port. Jim reminded me of my promise, and I was sorely tempted, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I shook my head sadly and put on the pair of shorts and the T shirt. Before he said anything else, I turned and started climbing the hill. I hated myself for my timidity, but I was afraid. And to be truthful, I couldn't even begin to explain why. After I had taken about 15 to 20 steps I stopped to catch my breath. Yes, the trail IS that steep, particularly the bottom part.

In a few moments the others caught up to me, and they rested as well. I waited while they too caught their breath and we continued talking while they rested. In the meantime, several other climbers caught up to us and passed us. They were obviously more muscular and in better shape than we were. Finally, Angel indicated that she was ready and she began climbing again. I looked up as she climbed and my heart almost stopped. She was wearing a Tee shirt like mine, but she didn't wear any shorts on underneath. She was walking up the hill like I had fantasized I would. SHE was the one with the courage, not me. Every time she took a step up one of the stairs her ass was prominently displayed and whenever she came to one of the larger steps, where you really had to stretch, she would open up and you could clearly see EVERYTHING. Both of her 'holes' were open wide and everyone who was behind her was getting a show worthy of any of the bottomless bars that proliferate in Southern California.

It made me angry. It should have been me. It could have been me. It WOULD have been me had I had the courage of my fantasies and stayed true to my promise to Jim. But now it was too late. She had stolen what should have been mine. She was the one getting the attention. I debated taking off my shorts and joining her in showing off, but I knew that the moment had passed. If I did it now it would seem like she had given me permission, and I didn't feel right trying to "keep up" with her. I thought about stripping off my top and climbing topless, but the same thing applied. I was fated to watch her expose her crotch all the way to the top of the hill and always have memories of what might have been. I tried imagining the thrill and the rush that must be going through her head as the clothed climbers climbed up behind her, saw her open womanhood as she stretched for the next step, and I envied her. And of course I didn't have to imagine what she must feel like that much, since I had already imagined it before. A thousand times before. And I didn't have to imagine what was going through the minds of the men who were climbing behind us felt either, because I could see it in their eyes as they ogled her and when they purposely made sure that they took their "rest stops" slightly behind us. There was only one man who actually passed us and by his demeanor I assumed he was gay. There was one couple that passed as well, and I could tell that even he would have preferred to stay behind us, but of course his girl friend (or his wife) wasn't really interested so by us they went. But they were smiling, not frowning.

By the time we reached to top there was a fan club mentality to all of the followers. None had said a word, never gave any indication that they had just seen what they had seen, yet it was obvious that they had or they would have passed us a lot earlier since we were going slow and taking a lot of breaks.

As we walked across the parking lot I walked behind Angel and watched. Even on the level ground the bottom part of her ass was fully exposed. When she and Igor reached their car she turned around and I saw that her pussy was also showing. The Tee shirt was larger than her normal size (I assumed it was Igor's) but it still wasn't long enough to cover her completely. As I said before, I don't have any lesbian tendencies, but the sight of her pussy exposed like that in the parking lot was turning me on like nothing else I could imagine. Except of course if it had been MY pussy exposed, which of course it wasn't because of my stupidity and my irrational fear, and I became angry at myself again.

She opened the door to their Jeep Cherokee and got in, leaving the door open. She looked around in the glove compartment, got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote out their phone number. Then she handed me the pen and another blank piece of paper and asked if I would mind giving them ours. I took hers and quickly wrote our number on the blank piece of paper and gave it back. She told us that maybe the next time we came to the beach we could all come together. They only lived about 15 miles from us. I noticed too that the whole time we were writing out the numbers the door was open and she had pulled the Tee shirt up above her butt so she didn't have to sit on it. It was all the way up to her stomach and her bare pussy was pointed out the door. She never acted as if she was 'purposely' showing herself or even that she was aware of it. She acted as if this was normal and was no big deal. A man walked by while we were talking and I could see his eyes open wide with surprise as he saw her. She never even acknowledged that she was aware of his presence. She just kept talking as if she were fully dressed.

Finally they said good-by and left. I felt like shit. I had fucked up the day in so many ways that I couldn't even begin to count them. I felt sorry for Jim and I felt sorry for myself. But I'm sure that Jim understood. He knows me. He knows that I can talk big, and fantasize big, but I'm still trapped into taking baby steps each and every time we decide to have an erotic night or weekend. Wanting to do something and actually doing it are two different things, and even though we have had a lot of memories of doing things that most people don't, each and every time I have to face my fears and my insecurities all over again.

Yes, we had a videotape made of us fucking ourselves silly, and yes, we had flashed truckdrivers on various freeways and highways occasionally, and yes, I had danced naked for a group of complete strangers at a bachelor party, but these erotic moments, and others, were moments in which WE were in control. Each and every time we had planned our moves, mapped it out in advance, known what to expect and had risked little. But here, at the beach, we had no control. We were at the mercy of circumstance.