He had started his search with great ambition and with a feeling of rambunctious anxiety; he slid the gearshift to park and pulled the key out of the ignition. It was an unusually hot day in Southern California, the ocean breeze at a standstill; the waves undulated with a slow rhythm underscoring the stillness of the humid air. His apartment was unbearable hot, and he knew that on his day off he couldn't just turn on the fan and watch TV, a usual thing for Jack's time off. But today it was too hot; his apartment a second floor unit had soaked up the morning sun's heat as well as the heat from the neighbor below.
He opened the car door and looked out onto the ocean with a tingling in his belly; a certain uneasiness could be seen on his face. He reached into the car and grabbed his printouts and began trying to orient the paper with where he had parked. The map was smudged in areas where beads of sweat had rolled off his perspiring face. He moved the paper out in front of him. The directions were printed after an hour of intense searching on the web and an hour of mental debate. But he had decided that he couldn't resist the pull to do this. His deepest instincts moved him to try it, despite the hundreds of reasons his brain kept throwing at him, there all old biker chicks, I'll get fined, there all old dudes, am I small?
He rattled the papers into place and got himself oriented with the trail markers. He whipped his bag across his shoulders, closed the door, pressed the lock button twice, waited for the beep, and he set off. The sun was overbearing, shining just over his head and directly onto the tarred trail. His feet could feel the heat rising right through his beach flip-flops whenever he stopped to check the directions. Almost to the bottom of the cliff face he had noticed that his trunks had begun to stick to the inside of his thighs as he worked up a sweat. He stopped to adjust his shorts and looked out onto the ocean and the empty beach below and figured that if all else failed he'd at least be able to take a dip in the cool ocean. Some decent relaxation on the beach would do him some good anway.
Now at the final two steps of the directions, off the tarred trail and now onto the sandy, pebble ridden, narrow trail he had reached the rock which was the point where he had, had to turn left and walk about a half mile or so and with a quick turnout to the beach, he would be there. With the the privacy that the narrow trail gave him between the cliff trail and the brush on the outside he stopped for a moment, set his backpack down and rapidly pulled the top of his trunks to air out the build up of sweat that accumulated from the walk down. He jumped up once to adjust himself and fixed himself and the bag back on his shoulders and he began walking. Now the tingling had turned into a rapid heartbeat that he could feel getting more intense and more intense as he finally got there. He stopped for a moment, pulled the trunks from the front and looked inside. Some of his worry had subsided as the heat had worked up a good posture.
The trail started to turn right and he could hear the waves crashing with evermore intensity, as did his heartbeat. With every pulse, conflicting thoughts swarmed over him on whether to go through with it. But his desire was strong and his youth led him to step through the trail onto the beach and to his suprise...
Nothing, not one beach goer was there, just the sand and ocean was in front of him. He had accounted for the fact that it was a Tuesday and had expected to the turnout to be few, but he didn't think that no one would be there. It was the summertime and people were on other beaches that he seen on his drive here. He was disappointed and yet relieved in a way because the pressure of his adventure had disappeared. Well he thought, I guess it's going to be a cool dip, and a summer read and he walked towards the surf to lay down his blanket.
After clearing the cliff now onto the beach he could see down the shoreline in both directions and could see people way up north on his right. He could see beach umbrellas, lifeguard stands, surfers, and beach goers playing frisbee or catch. He had wondered if he would make the long walk up there, but had decided that the walk was too long and the solitude of the empty beach was somewhat inviting and he set his bag down. He looked left pass the outcropping of the cliff and decided that it would be even more peaceful if he walked around the cliff and setup on the other side. Just as he turned the corner of the cliff he saw a few people scattered behind the cliff face. His heart had resumed pace and everything inside him began to tingle and quiver with anxiety.
He had read the etiquette and knew to play it cool and just go about business as usual. He now neared where people were laying out all spaced out to give each other privacy and realized that he had found it and that every person there was nude. He had also realized that everyone had peeped a look at from behind his sunglasses was either an old geezer or an old, crinkly blonde. He began to feel small and scared. There were no young people out here, it was just a bunch of old nudists soaking up the sun. And then he thought that the weekend would probably be different. He decided that it wasn't that bad after all because he felt more comfortable with the idea of taking his clothes off with this crowd. It didn't seem intimidating anymore.
He found the most private spot he could find and spread out his towel and set out his book and sun block lotion. He peered through the shrub branches onto the beach and take note of the others, feeling his penis growing with anticipation, and pulled his trunks down and off his feet. He took off his tank top and bunched it in front of his package because it had hardened with the element of exposure and was embarrassed. He stroked it a few times with his shirt out of sheer instinct and pushed it back down and with a relenting sigh it took a natural position. He was happy at this situation because he had looked plump and he had hoped this would last.
He laid down on the towel face down, his back side to the sun, and felt his hardness push into the sand beneath his towel. He could feel the sun bathing his back and it felt good. Making sure that everything was ok in the front he rolled over after breaking into a sweat onto his front. While turning over he glimpsed a leg out of the corner of his eye standing right next to him. It was a beautiful leg and he could tell instantly that whomever this belonged to she was going to be beautiful. All in that moment he looked at her French manicured toes, leading up to her small, smooth ankles, and beautifully toned calves. He knew that for sure that by tone and texture of her skin that she at least had a hot body, and this was no old horny lady looking for a thrill.
He corrected his manners at the instant his eyes reached her inner knees and turned over like a man and looked her straight in the eyes. But before his he could help but glimpse the super beautiful tits she had. They were round and firm, small nipples kissing the beautiful beach air, glistening with a hint of perspiration.
"I didn't mean to startle you," her thin voice declared.
"Hi, oh hi, I, I just didn't expect someone to be there."
"I'm so sorry, I just got here and took a spot right over there. I just need someone to rub some sun tan lotion on my back. I didn't think you would mind?" with a melting smile.
Jack coughed and cleared his throat and with a schoolboy charm, "Oh no, no not all."
"Cool, I'm Bethany by the way" as she walked over to her towel.
"Are you here with anyone?" as he started to stand
"Duh,", she laughed out.
"I'm sorry, I'm an idiot, first time here, actually first time I've ever been to a beach like this." He began to feel small but did not dare concentrate on finding out if he was going to get smaller. He bent over to grab his sun block lotion and he turned to her catching her turning away from looking at his bare backside.
