I spoke in a lighthearted, mater of fact tone.
“We are at the bar tonight, Mark’s there. We have a few drinks, you flirt with him a bit like you did last night. We go up to the room, the three of us. We strip you down, and he fucks you with that big cock of his. I watch – probably jerk off because I’ll be so insanely turned on. Then we go to sleep, never see him again, and wake up knowing we had some kinky fun on a vacation one time.”
She dropped her fork and it clashed loudly against her breakfast plate, causing some people to glance over at us. Vanessa’s face was flush and her eyes wide. “Okay Mike, that’s enough.” she spoke in a whisper – and I decided it best left alone for the rest of the meal.
She refused to speak of it for the rest of the morning, and after a nap we eventually decided to head back down to the beach.
This time we didn’t stop to lay down our blanket, and continued walking along the shore, soaking in the lovely day. I kept glancing at her, making knowing faces, causing her to blush. We had never had a conversation like we did that morning, and I desperately wanted to revisit it.
We had been walking for quite awhile when we approached a gathering of trees, and a sign. ‘Clothing Optional Beyond This Point – No Phones – No Cameras’
Vanessa looked over at me, shrugging playfully. “Might as well, seems to be that kind of vacation.” On a whim we continued through the brush. At first it wasn’t noticeably different than the portion of the beach that we had just left. We continued strolling, some couples fully suited, swimming in the ocean. We walked past an older Hispanic man, nude – with a small penis and a large gut. I saw Vanessa quickly avert her eyes. Then we soon ran into a slightly younger couple who were also nude, and not unattractive – but we both avoided staring. I had never been on a nude beach before and it somehow felt surprisingly normal, even relaxing after a time. That is, until I saw Mark.
Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks, frozen, seemingly caught in a bad joke. I too, was kind of shocked by the chances of the encounter, having no idea Mark would be here, not even having the thought cross my mind. Suddenly I remembered him heading in this direction after our beach run-in the other day.
He was walking over to us, entirely nude except for a towel draped over his shoulder – his massive cock was swaying below his waist as he strode. We stood there like idiots, unsure how to react. I quickly tried to gather myself as he approached. He smiled, greeting us. “Hey there guys. Surprised to see you at this end of the beach.”
His cock was obscene, massively thick and long, with a huge set of balls. I had never seen anything like it, and I quickly averted my eyes – finding words, fighting through the awkwardness of the encounter. “Yeah, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision. Carefree vacation mode and all.” I vomited out a reply without coherency.
“First time on a nude beach?” He offered, to both of us. I quickly replied, “Yeah – not many in Ohio as I’m sure you know.”