The Bull was thick set, not overly muscular, but solid all the same and stood naked apart from a navy blue cap that just covered his short black hair. He had a larger than average cock, which like the rest of him was bronzed from regular exposure to the Sun. He stared out to sea, then back around, lingering perhaps a moment longer than you might expect at the other naturist couples lying on the rocky shoreline of this Croatian Island paradise, as if he were surveying them.
At his feet sat his slender hour glass framed partner. A view of her shoulder length brown hair and her smooth back running down to her curvy bottom met John's eye line as he stepped out onto the unofficial naturist area of the island that he had visited most of the last seven days of his vacation. She was something new - just arrived, thought John, and much better looking than most of the late middle aged naturists he had seen so far on his holiday. Not that John was there just to look at the other naturists, he was there to enjoy his holiday in the nude as often as possible, having decided to take up naturist activities since the time he stayed on the island almost twelve months earlier, but he was a natural people watcher, clothed or unclothed, it didn't really make much difference to him.
Finding his way to a flat area of rock some thirty feet away from the Bull and his partner, John proceeded to set about laying out his space for what he hoped would be a good afternoon of sunbathing au naturel, perhaps with a swim or two in the Adriatic later to cool off.
The Bull continued to scan the area. There was something about his mannerisms that made John think he was uncomfortable with being overlooked, even though John was not the first other person to be in view of the couple; a middle aged couple from the English midlands, judging by their accents, lay talking to one another on another rocky outcrop.
Even so, something appeared to have spooked the Bull. Shortly afterwards as John lay reading his latest Game of Thrones novel, he was disturbed as they walked past. The Bull was still clearly naked and carrying his belongings, whilst she had put on some short denim shorts and a wide brimmed black straw sun hat, but her pert tanned breasts remained uncovered and jiggled slightly as she walked past. With that John returned to his book and forgot all about them - the couple that is, not the pert breasts which lingered in his thoughts for some time afterwards.
Later that afternoon John had spotted them further along the shoreline as he swam naked in the sea. John was slightly short sighted and didn't have his glasses on, but from what he could make out, it looked as if the Bull had his hand between her legs, probably just rubbing in sun cream, thought John. It was hard to tell what was happening from the distance, as was the Bulls cock which looked about 10 inches long and with a considerable girth. Lucky Bull!!, thought John, He's clearly enjoying it, whatever he's doing.
The following morning was cloudy and there was a risk of rain later according to John's weather app. Still, there was not much else to do on the island, so John thought he would take a naked swim if sun bathing was out of the question. He could hardly get any wetter if it rained, he reasoned.
The rocky FKK area appeared deserted, as he stepped down onto one of the smoother rocky areas which usually by the time John arrived, were taken by others, but today it was free. Taking a look around before settling down, John noticed her a short distance away. She stood assessing the rainclouds on the horizon and wore the same denim shorts as the day before and the black hat, plus a tee shirt this time. The Bull was nowhere to be seen at first, but a few seconds later stepped out from the nearby bushes and walked across the rocks toward her. John turned away and started to unpack his bag, laying out his towel on a portable cushioned bed that he had bought the day before to take away the discomfort of the rocky bed.
As he unpacked, the Bull and his lady stepped up to where John sat, and then made their way passed, probably to find somewhere out of sight again, John thought. He raised his head in acknowledgement and said "hi". Neither responded, but continued walking and disappeared over the horizon. "Oh well, not the talkative type then", he quietly said to himself.
