My Adventures on Clothing Optional Beaches

People often ask me if i ever have sex on the beach or engage in obviously lewd behavior when i go to clothing optional beaches. Sorry to say, the answer is no. The beaches we go to in the USA are not permissive of sexual activity in public, and folks who ignore the rules actually put the very existence of the beaches as nude recreation spaces in jeopardy. Also, sand is about the worst thing i can imagine sliding in and out of my sensitive areas, LOL. With that said, i do like to have the occasional flirty moment on the beach, below is a short recount of one such day, let me know if you would like to hear about others. i have several experiences to share, if folks find this kind of thing interesting (no sense sharing if it is too boring or tame for ya, LOL).

Tunnel Vision (added September 2015):

One day when i went to Gunnison without my husband, i got there kinda late (the main lot was almost full) when the beach was already fairly crowded and i set up my chair and towel close to a young man (early 20s) who was sleeping nude on his stomach. i was sitting in my chair with my legs open and my hands folded behind my head, enjoying the kiss of the sun on my body and enjoying the view of his strong shoulders and firm bronzed bum. i noticed him waking up and closed my eyes before he looked up, tilting my head back in the chair like i was asleep for what seemed like an eternity, knowing he was getting a great view of my pussy as i rocked my knees just a bit side to side, keeping them far apart, waiting to hear him move, which he did not.

As i lay there, fully exposed, i was imagining i was blindfolded and bound this way, unable to close my legs due to ropes around my ankles, knees and wrists tied to stakes in the sand as i was inspected by a stranger, perhaps others too. Finally after holding this position for 10 or 15 minutes and fearing i was becoming obviously wet from my internal fantasy i opened my eyes and looked down, catching him staring very obviously at my wet hairless sex. His sheepish blush was priceless but before he could look away i struck up a conversation and talked to him for a half hour or so, never moving my knees together, still pretending i was bound that way.

It was cute to watch him try to maintain eye contact with me as we made small talk, but every time he blinked his stare went from my pussy, to my breasts, to my face, like he was unable to control himself. He didn't move until i suggested we go for a swim. He agreed that sounded nice and told me he would be right there. He met me in the water a few minutes after i left him there on his stomach, i assume to allow his arousal to become less evident before making the walk to the water.

We chatted more in the water, and then shared a few drinks on the beach, talking about our significant others and how we should make plans to all meet at the beach one day (never happened, tried for a bit but schedules never matched up). That was very fun.

Join Us At The Club (added October 2015):

Many years ago when my husband and i were in our late 20s, we were lounging nude on Haulover Beach on a breezy day when a man, after struggling to light a cigarette with matches for a minute or two, came to us and asked to borrow our lighter. He was tall and bronzed, and his body was very fit, like he spent an hour or more each day at the gym. As he leaned forward to take the lighter from my extended hand, he clearly noticed that i was admiring his dangling cock, causing me to blush a bit. He stood in front of us and struck up a conversation and we joined him in a smoke (this was when we both smoked regularly, now it is rare).

After making small talk with us for a bit… the usual where are you from, how long are you in town, etc., his wife walked over from their blanket to introduce herself and to get a light as well. She was equally fit, and even tanner than her husband, to the point where i assumed she was much older than him, which i later learned was not true (they were both in their early 40s). She lit her cigarette and joined the conversation, immediately asking her husband if he had invited us to the club for the party tonight. He smiled at her and said he was getting there, but was testing the waters to see if we would be interested. Intrigued my husband asked them both what club they were talking about.

They went on to describe a swingers club in Lauderdale (about 30 minutes up the road) where they were members. They told us about special rates for out of town folks (basically one night memberships) and told us all about the club. They said it was clean and fun, and that there were public areas where folks might be having sex on a couch or in a hot tub as others watched, and private rooms where strangers could go to get to know each other out of view of others. They assured us that all the guests were very respectful, and told us that if my husband wanted to fuck me from behind while we were standing at the bar nude waiting for a drink, nobody would bat an eye. The idea of dancing naked with strangers sounded kinda amazing to both of us and after sharing several drinks and smokes with them on the beach, we agreed to meet them at the club.

As the sun lowered we all left the beach together and made plans to meet at the club at 10p. My husband and i grabbed a quick bite to eat (they told us the food was good at the club, but we were too hungry to wait that long) and headed back to our hotel to get cleaned up. We realized we had gotten far too much sun as we had lost track of time chatting with our new friends, so after showering we took time to lotion each other’s bodies to cool the burn. Then, we made the worst mistake (or perhaps the best, since who knows what the night held in store for us), we relaxed on the bed and started to watch a movie on TV. We both fell sound asleep and woke up at 4am.

i often think about that night and wonder what we would have seen, what we would have done, and how we would have felt afterward. We had planned to go and observe only, perhaps interact sexually with each other, but nobody else. But, if our new friends invited us to join them in a hot tub and made advances, would we resist, of give in to the flow? i wonder if falling asleep watching the movie was due to the drinking and over exposure to sun during the day, or rather had our subconscious minds really not wanted to risk going to the club, even though our alcohol fueled adventurous spirits were totally ready to do it? i suppose we will never know, but we still have a laugh and a sigh when we talk about the night we almost went to a swingers club. LOL, sigh.

Perfect Late Summer Day (added 12/31/15):

The purpose of this entry is to show just how ordinary a day on a clothing optional beach is. Aside from the fact that most people are naked, it really isn’t any different from any other beach, with the exception that people seem to be nicer and more social. If You are looking for a sexy story, this one is not for You! This entry is a combination of many different trips, kinda an average slice of life, day at the beach kinda piece, mostly for folks who have never been to Gunnison and think they might be intimidated. Trust me, it is NOT intimidating, once You get by Your first visit jitters!

My husband and i set off for Gunnison early in the morning (before 6a) knowing that a beautiful day was ahead of us and wanting to get there before 8a. Upon arriving in the nearly empty parking lot we unloaded our bikes and took a ride out of the park and into the small town to the south to get some exercise and to grab a bite to eat. After a nice breakfast and a ride around the area, we rode back to our car (where the parking lot was almost full) and began the long trek from the parking lot to the beach with our two coolers and two chairs folded around towels and reading materials.

After a pit stop to use the bathrooms at the beach entrance, we finally arrived at our preferred spot around the middle of the beach, not too far from the water, but not so close that we would have to move if the tide came in. We set up our chairs and towels and cracked into the first cooler set between our chairs, opening our first cans of beer (bottles are a no-no on the beach, even though some people do it) and slipping out of our biking clothes, teasing each other about the red marks on our butts from the bike saddles before sitting down to enjoy the 10a sun.

We each finished our first beer very quickly, a combination of thirst and excitement for the day ahead. My husband cracks two more open and puts the empties in the cooler (carry in, carry out). As we relax with our eyes mostly closed, enjoying the warmth of the mid-morning sun on our naked bodies, we hear people moving around us, talking about where they will set up, when they want to play volleyball, what music they will listen to, whether wind screens are needed, how warm the water has gotten, etc. By the time we finish our second and third beers the sun is getting stronger and we need to lotion up, but not before a dip in the ocean to cool off, and recycle some beer.

We walk down to the water and i notice an older man watching my breasts sway side to side. He makes no effort to conceal his gaze, but it is more appraising and approving (as most are on the beach) than lecherous and invasive. There are probably about a thousand folks on the beach now, maybe more, and several dozen are in the water near where we enter. Some are keeping to themselves, but others are chatty and social. We wade out until the water covers our navels and relieve ourselves, looking around at others doing the same, the knowing looks of bladder relief on our faces.

We chat with a couple we have seen at the beach before, then get out of the water and stroll south along the shoreline, allowing our bodies to air dry. Returning to our chairs, we apply some sunscreen and drink another beer, before settling in for some serious napping on the beach. After awhile a social butterfly flits by asking for folks to play volleyball and we wake up and join in the fun. It is a bit awkward for me, since mostly men are playing and they are all much better than me, but i find i get some advantages, especially when i am at net, since they don’t want to risk jumping and contacting me, or perhaps they are a bit distracted. Regardless, it is fun, and we retire from the game after an hour or so, drinking a quick beer on the way to the ocean to rinse the sand from our bodies and yes, recycle more beer.

We sit back down in our chairs and enjoy the hoagies we had packed in the second cooler along with more beer. More walks, more swims, more chats with folks we have met before, and other we are meeting for the first time. Before we know it, the lifeguards are calling all swimmers out of the ocean so they can pack up and leave for the night. We hang out longer, listening to a group nearby singing along to the guitar strumming of three naked men and taking one last dip in the ocean before calling it a day around 7p.

We grab a bite to eat and head home exhausted and satiated, having enjoyed our favorite way to take advantage of a beautiful day. We shower when we get home and make love, our skin still warm from the kiss of the sun and our souls happy from the expression of freedom (ours and others) we enjoyed. Just another day on the beach.

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