It was my first day off in a couple of months. We've been incredibly short staffed at work, and days off were hard to come by. However, I've been killing myself by coming in early and usually being the last to leave, and thankfully, my boss took notice --- and pity on me --- and suggested I take a day before I burnout. It was late May, the weather was absolutely wonderful, and I was heading to the beach.
I'm not super fond of the beach, and with my Irish skin, the sun turns me into a pink mess in no time at all, but today was different. I was free of work and responsibilities, and the best way I could think to spend my day was to lay on the beach and do absolutely nothing at all. Today, it was going to be a dream come true.
I put my bathing suit on and then a pair of shorts over them, since they're a little short and tight since the last time I went to the beach (probably well over a year ago). I threw on a t-shirt, sandals, packed a cooler with iced tea, a sandwich and some snacks, grabbed the sun tan lotion and a large umbrella to shade me a bit, and I was off. I drove to the beach with the windows down, wind blowing in my hair, sunglasses on my face, and a smile as wide as the highway.
When I pulled into the beach parking lot, I noticed that most people were heading to the right, but a small few were heading to the left. I figured i'd go where the crowds weren't if I wanted to relax, so I headed left. A few hundred feet into my walk, I saw a sign in the sand warning visitors that beyond this point, bathing suits were optional. It was a nude beach on this side of the parking lot! Ugh, I had no idea. I didn't want to turn around and walk all the way back, but I had never been to a nude beach before. I figured, what the heck, and kept going.
I passed a few people along with way, laying nude on their blankets, some wading in the surf, in all their nakedness. I was feeling a bit bashful, but I had nothing to worry about. I'm 6' tall, 175 lbs, blond hair, blue eyes, and a 6" cock that's cut and shaved clean. I've been hit on by girls and guys before, and enjoyed my bisexual activities in the past, so I figured what the heck.
I picked a nice spot away from everyone else, spread out my blanket, opened my umbrella and positioned it so I had maximum shade from the sun. I took my sandals off and used them to anchor two corners of the blanket, my cooler the third, and finally my clothes the fourth corner. I just had to laugh, standing there naked on the beach, enjoying my day off, not a care in the world at this very moment. I took a sip of my drink, had a snack, and applied some lotion, but not too much, as I hate that greasy feeling. I laid down, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the warm sun and cool breeze on my body.
I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but I woke up to a guy standing next to my blanket calling me. "Hey buddy, wake up." I kept hearing. I opened my eyes and found this tall, older guy standing over me. He was good looking, salt-n-pepper hair, and a large cock just swinging between his legs. Even limp, it was thick and long. I realized I was staring at it, and quickly changed my position to look him in the eyes.
"Hi. Can I help you?" I said.
"No, but you were sleeping and when I walked by I noticed you are burning badly" he said. "I just wanted to warn you before it got worse."
Just as he said the word "burning", I felt it. That tight, painful skin sensation of a sunburn. "Ouch" I said as I tried to stand up. "Wow, I really am burnt."
"How long were you sleeping?"
"I don't know. I got here about an hour ago, so maybe 40 or so minutes" was my best assumption.
"You're pretty red. Do you have any aloe?" He asked.
I told him I didn't. He said he did, back at his tent, if I wanted to follow him. I suddenly felt nervous and bashful, so I told him i'd be ok, and thanked him for waking me. "I guess I'll swim a bit then head home. Thanks...?"
"John. My name is John."
