I eased the car out of the slip road into the freeway, lowered my window fully down and I was away! Finally, a day at the beach! Byron Bay is a magical place and even though it was only two hours away, I hadn't been there for years.
I was so looking forward to this adventure. I hadn't been to a nudist beach before and couldn't wait to try it. I had been a home nudist for many years and wanted to enjoy the same freedom outside, at the beach. I might even meet some new friends!
The day was a perfect summer day: sunny, warm, light breezes and according to weather bureau, there was just a light swell. The traffic flowed surprising smoothly for the morning peak hour. That was a great relief. The radio was blaring out some great tunes and banter, making it altogether a perfect situation.
To fit the theme of this adventure and to help pass the time, I had planned a special treat for myself on the way down. Before departing I had carefully laid a beach towel on the driver seat so that the seat was covered by one half of the towel while the rest of towel draped down between the seat and the door and collected on the floor. I needed to wait a little while for the treat, yet the anticipation of it was making a most pleasant feeling inside my pants.
I knew that at about an hour into the trip I would reach the border with New South Wales. I also knew that, around that point, finally past the sprawl of the Gold Coast, the traffic would thin out and I could relax driving just a bit, giving me the opportunity to focus on other things as well.
And so it was that while passing the turn-off to "Tropical Fruit World" and Murwillumbah, I pulled my shirt out of my jeans amd using one hand, undid all of the buttons and let it open up exposing my chest, both nipples and my abdomen. It felt great to be exposed like this and a little exciting. Driving along, I playfully rubbed and tweaked my nipples as I find this very pleasurable.
After a short period of nipple play other parts of me were stirring in harmony. My cock seems to have a direct line to my nipples! It was then that I undid the belt of my jeans with one hand, still steering with the other. Next I slid down the zipper and undid the button of my jeans. This allowed me reach my hand inside my underpants and feel my still flaccid cock. Even soft it felt nice to touch. I had shaved my balls in the shower before leaving and they felt great. My cock is cut and the head of my cock is very sensitive. The gentle strokes were enough to initiate the familiar chain reaction as my cock began to stiffen.
The access to my cock was quite constrained as I was still in my pants and my cock was growing. The traffic was now quite light and the road straight so I removed my hand from my cock and taking my other hand from the steering wheel quickly slipped my pants and underpants from my hips down to my knees! My cock, sensing its new freedom, now responded more fully and grew to an upright erection. I spread my thighs and returned one hand to feeling my cock's shaft, head and balls. I imagined how good it would be to have a nude co-pilot travelling with me.
It was a long time fantasy of mine to drive naked! I did not stop playing with myself even when other vehicles passed, this being part of the thrill, hoping some fellow traveller might look in and be pleasantly surprised by the sight of a nice hard cock on display. However, if I were to be slowed by roadworks, for example, I could simply pull the draped towel over my bulging manhood to conceal it.
It was very enjoyable alternating between stroking my exposed cock and tweaking my nipples. I felt my balls and occasionally touched behind my balls towards my crinkly arsehole. One time I pretended that my cock was a gear stick and moved smoothly through the gears making several gear changes up and down.
At one point a truck driver in a higher driving cabin passed and sounded his horn, giving me the thumbs up. I think he would have been pleased if I had followed him into the next rest stop, but I had other plans today! I felt a tingling in my balls, signalling that I needed to ease off a bit, edging it, keeping that pleasure for later for later, maybe when I was home. In fact, I was relieved to be soon leaving the freeway and heading east towards Broken Head and my destination of Kings Beach.
Finally at Broken Head, I took the gravel road on the right rising invitingly into the coastal rainforest. Dust hung in the air, lit by shafts of sunlight creating an atmosphere of steamy anticipation. The little parking bay came into view on the left at the top of the first headland. I found a parking spot and was pleased to see quite a few cars already there. Kings Beach was not an "official" nude beach and I thought it reassuring others would be there. I buttoned my shirt and readjusted my pants. Hopping out of my car, I gathered my beach bag put on my hat and was soon walking through the beautiful rainforest down towards a perfect beach.
It was a magic day, blue cloudless sky, dark blue ocean with clean sets of gentle waves breaking on golden sand. At a lookout near the beach, I could see some hikers walking along the strand. They were clothed but I could also see some fellow nudists! Two guys, obviously naked, walked down from the rainforest ringed sand towards the water and dived in.
I reached the sand and sought out a good spot in which to set up camp, near the bush with some shelter from the breeze, some shade from the sun and not too exposed to passers-by or hikers. Nearby was another camp but currently there was no one there. I made sure to be discreet and kept some space between us in order to create some mutual privacy for both of us. I spread out my towels and looked around. There were a few nudists laying down taking in the sun.
