At a certtain point in my life, I used to run on a beach, which became a nude beach within a mile or so of my folks beach house. The beach was pretty relaxed about behavior, as long as you weren't stupid. I
'd run past sunbathing ladies (usually MILFs but also coeds) aiming to pass close, but not be threatening. I'd say "looking good" and then nominally run on. In a lot of cases, I wound up getting some action.
A brief version of the story is in the non fiction section, under "out of the blue". The specific story is true, but doesn't give full credit to the events. Here are some pictures that remind me of some of my days running on the beach, I didn't carry a camera, just running shorts that came off easily.. BYW, I ran so much in those summers that in the next fall I finished several marathons
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