My friend Matt has a beach house in Southern California. When he's away on business, he has me house-sit. His beach is a private one, unlike in Malibu, and he told me I could frolic topless, bottomless, be like a fish in the water, as no one ever comes by. He had a lovely tan, so I assumed he did it all the time.
One afternoon, I decided to give it a try. I'm fair-skinned, so luckily there's a small group of trees in which patio furniture sits, nicely shaded from the sun. I pulled out a beach towel and stretched it out on one of the long, sturdy wooden lounge chairs, with those nice cushions you could sleep the hours away on. I shucked my bathing suit, and slathered on the sunscreen. Shade notwithstanding, I wasn't going to get parts of me burned that never saw the sun before!
It was kind of wild, feeling the breeze on my bare bod, Really delightful, actually. I laid down on the lounge chair and found myself getting turned on by the whole "natural" thing. I opened up my legs, and exposed myself to the ocean air. The dappled sun was dancing on my sweet pussy lips and clit.
My hand worked its way down to my thigh and I started tickling the inner portion, first one side, then the other. I could feel my pussy getting hot, puffy, and wet. I played and tickled and diddled myself for about 15 minutes into a couple orgasms.I was working on a third, when.... "Hello, Oh exCUSE me!"
With a shriek I grabbed the towel and covered myself with it. My heart was pounding, and I was terrified. I must have been so out of it masturbating that I never heard anyone approach. Standing there was a sandy-haired stockily-built man in swimshorts holding a beach bag with a bemused look on his face.
"WHO the hell are you?" I yelled. "And what the FUCK do you think you're doing here?"
"I might ask the same of you darlin'."
Oh my. An Irishman. I hadn't noticed the accent when he scared the shit out of me . "I asked first! This is a private beach and you're trespassing!" He said his name was Connor and he was a friend of Matt's, and had been told to drop in when he was in the area. He hadn't found Matt home, so he'd come down to the beach for a swim when he came upon me, as he put it, "interestingly occupied".
My anger abated a bit, but I was still shaken. I told him my name, what my relationship to Matt was, and how I was pissed that didn't call out from further away.
"First off, I just saw someone layin' in a chair. I had no idea what was goin' on, and I came up ta introduce meself to ya. I'm so sorry I gave ya such a fright. And about what ya were doin; ---darlin' ya have nuthin' to be ashamed about. I've done it a few times meself when I'm here alone. Somethin' about being naked as ya were born, out in God's lovely world, just brings it on ya."
Oh man, that Irish brogue sounded so sweet and charming. How could I stay pissed at this guy?
He went on... "Pleasurin' yerself is the most natural and wonderful thing there is, (and here his voice dripped with sarcasm) despite what Holy Mother Church and the Pope'll tell ya." I couldn't help myself -- I started laughing.
His face brightened and he said "now there ya have it. Yer so much prettier when ya smile." I was warming up to him.
I responded, "well that's true. I once heard that 'those who no play-a the game no make-a the rules."
He laughed heartily. "That's a good one, can't say as I ever heard it before. Now, my girl, I have a wee proposition for ya."
"And what might that be?" I asked.
"How's about I get in the same lovely condition I found ya in, and we become like a pair of wood nymphs?" he smirked. What did I have to lose? Not only had he seen me naked, he'd seen me doing the most private thing a person can do to themselves.
"All right" I said, imitating his brogue, "go on then, lad". Laughing, he pulled his swimsuit off and threw it on the lounge chair.
