Lara is in her fifties. She is trim and fit, with green eyes, shoulder-length shimmery silver hair, firm B-cup breasts, and long slender legs. She has had a fairly average sex life and considers herself generally conservative on sexual matters.
Lara is on vacation and is told by a hotel employee where the best secluded beach near her hotel is located. Lara prefers to go somewhere away from the crowds, so she can get a great tan while wearing a rather skimpy bikini she purchased for her vacation. She notices the employee smiling as she walks away from him and thinks how helpful the local people are to visitors.
When Lara arrives at the small, isolated beach, it is nearly deserted, with a few people arriving at the same time, so she lays down her towel on the sand, removes her coverup, and applies low-level sunscreen to tan her beautiful skin without burning. She stretches out on the beach towel and puts on her dark sunglasses and straw hat. The morning sun relaxes her, and she soon nods off for a brief nap. Minutes later, a distant voice penetrates her consciousness, and she opens her eyes.
She realizes that the beach, while not crowded, is now occupied by more than a dozen groups of people. She also notices that some of the ladies have their swimsuits completely off, and down the beach she sees several fully nude men. The nudity startles Lara, as she had no idea she was on a clothing-optional beach. She realizes that the hotel clerk had a good reason to smile when he sent her here.
She notices that more and more of the people on the beach are removing their swimsuits. Soon, Lara is in the small minority of clothed persons. As she sits on her beach towel, a nude couple strolls by, and stops to talk to her. The woman is middle aged, and her exposed breasts have a little sag, but are still nice looking. The older husband is packing a fairly ordinary looking cock, which is flaccid.