Since my first offering was met with some appreciation, I'll continue our story...
Once we moved to California in the early 80's, we found out there were nude beaches all over the place. All the nude beaches in California are at the bottom of cliffs, it seems. The one closest to our home has many acres of secluded public park at the top, and we were fond of sunbathing nude up there. Though many people would go nude down on the beach, virtually all of the people who hike the top of the cliffs wear clothes. Since everyone knew that the beach below was clothing optional, no one was outraged to see us sunbathing nude up top, but it was unusual, especially when they would round a high growth of bush on one of the little trails up there and come across my wife Rox lying on her back getting a very sensual total body massage from me. We would pretend not to notice them peeking from behind the bushes, so that they would feel free to masturbate if they wished...
Anyway, one day we had spent the morning sunbathing, screwing and entertaining a few discreet hikers when we decided to move ourselves down to the beach for a swim. Protocol would have us attire ourselves for the hike down the trail since part of the trail can be seen from the road and we would doubtless encounter hikers on the upper trails.
This one day, however, as I slipped on my shorts and gathered up our blanket and stuff, Rox made no move to cover herself, but instead, packed her clothes in my backpack with the explanation that we would be getting naked again, anyway, so why bother?
So in nothing but sneakers, Rox boldly set off on the trail ahead of me. Believe me, I had a hardon from the view of her deliciously naked backside as we walked toward the path down the bluffs. These hills are only covered by brush that grows four feet high at the most, so once we left the cover of a small dune we had been sunning behind, Rox could be seen for hundreds of yards around by anyone who happened to be in the right place at the right time. I let Rox get about twenty feet ahead of me so I could enjoy the reactions of the people we might run into.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before two male hikers were heading directly toward us coming the other way. The looks on their faces said it all as they gawked in disbelief at Rox's elegant nude form. The trail was so narrow that they had to step off the path to let Rox and I pass. Needless to say it was very exciting seeing my naked wife close enough to those two men to practically rub up against them as they passed.
That was not the end of the fun, however. Once we arrived at the junction of the path that went down the bluff to the beach we found a small stream of beachgoers, male and female, who all did a double take at the sight of a beautiful nude woman as we blended into the flow. A great many of these people, of course, had no intention of removing their own clothes and had only come to the beach for the spectacular views or maybe to see, out of curiosity, if people really did go nude on that beach. I'm not sure they were counting on the great close-up view of Rox that they got!
Halfway down to the beach, Rox suddenly stopped at a spot on the path that had a little opening, ostensibly to admire the vista. There we stood, Rox naked to the world in broad daylight striking pose after pose as the fully clothed, staring people walked by her.
At one point, three Chicano guys came upon us from the opposite direction and stopped dead in their tracks not six feet away from us, pretending to need a rest. They tried to appear like they were cool about Rox's blatant nudity, like they were more interested in the view of the sea than her, but they would steal hungry glances at Rox as she displayed herself to them. The boldest one of the three started to chat with us in a heavily- accented voice about the great view of the beach we had and what a nice day it was while Rox casually fiddled with her hair. She carried on the conversation with them as if she was fully clothed, as if her most intimate parts weren't completely bared to their eyes. In the process of throwing her hair back to gather it into a ponytail, she thrust her breasts forward. Her nipples were puckered and stiff, testifying to her excitement.
The one making small talk was throwing only discreet glances at Rox's charms to try and be cool, but the other two, who appeared to be much younger, maybe 18 or 19, stared open-mouthed in undisguised lust at Rox's neatly trimmed pussy exposed to them only a few feet away. When we finally continued our descent to the beach we heard them begin to talk in Spanish between themselves in hushed, excited voices.
Once at the bottom of the bluff there was still a way to go to get to the sandy beach which included some climbing over and between some large rocks and boulders. At that point there was no more path, of course, just whatever way one would decide to navigate over the rocks. I had managed to get several yards ahead of Rox, but I kept turning back to offer her assistance in climbing when she needed it. Though Rox is in great shape physically, she is not a rock-climbing, outdoorsy type of girl, and her femininity certainly showed through her climbing technique. That made this portion of the hike go much slower, and I noticed that we were creating a bottle neck in the stream of hikers.
At first I wondered why the men behind us were not just going around us or finding another route, but then I realized the obvious! Every time Rox hoisted herself up onto a rock, her butt would be level with the faces of the men behind her. Not only that, but as she bent forward to gain leverage, her succulent labia would pop into view. Plus, because she took so long, the guy directly behind her was right up close, literally inches away from her quim! I also realized that Rox was well aware of the effect she was having and was milking the situation for all it was worth, spreading her legs widely for the "best footing."
I was fighting a hardon for the rest of the day, knowing how Rox had exposed herself, but screwing on the beach was impossible that day as it was too crowded. Fucking on that beach is not regarded as in the best interest of the nudists who enjoy it as a family area, but we have been able to pull off some discreet sex there when the population was sparse. Our favorite nude beach is one where we can screw our brains out and nobody cares at all. In fact, judging by the numerous men who come around to watch and masturbate, our little shows have been and are still quite welcome.
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