I wasn’t expecting a nude beach for our first date... but I liked it - [F30/M30] [Sex on first date] [Exhibitionism] [Beach sex]

This was inspired by this prompt.

Also keep in mind 1) it's a bit long, and 2) English is not my first language (so feel free to let me know if you find any mistake, I'll be happy to learn from it). That being said, I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Yes, I did say in my profile that I was an “adventurous” person. And yes, I did say in our first chat on that dating app that I would be up for something “different” and “sexy” for our first date.

But still I wasn’t expecting a nude beach for our first date.

It was my very first time and part of me felt like I shouldn’t be here. Charlie, my date and the one responsible for all of this, must have noticed my stiff posture when we got out of the car, because he asked me if I was sure about it.

“We can do any other plan if you don’t feel comfortable,” he said, and I appreciated the offer, but I shook my head. Part of me was nervous, but the other part… the other part was excited.

We walked the path from the parking lot to the beach chatting as we’ve been doing during the way here in the car. Charlie was a bit nerdy —tall and on the slim side, glasses, very interested in Star Wars— but he was so easy to talk to and had a special kind of charm that made me be very into him. I had already noticed it when we were texting on the dating app, but after five minutes of meeting him in person I was already sure I was going to have sex with him. Maybe it was the way his gaze slid from my eyes to my mouth whenever I was talking, the way he laughed at my jokes without trying to be funnier than me, the way his veins drew lines on his arms when he put his arm around the back of my seat while he looked back whenever he had to drive in reverse. Maybe it was his smell. All I knew was I was so attracted to him, and that the half an hour drive together didn’t feel awkward at all, which is not the usual for the first dates from dating apps.

I guess that’s part of the reason I said yes when he first asked me if I was okay with going to a nude beach. I knew we were going to see each other naked sooner or later and I was definitely okay with it being sooner. The part where everyone else would see us naked too —and vice versa— was what made me more hesitant, but I thought it was worth giving it a try. If I’m completely honest, at first I didn’t even notice the other (naked) people at the beach because I was too focused on Charlie. He had taken his shirt off as soon as we got to the sand and I wasn’t expecting him to be that fit. The shirt was really hiding those muscles, and I thought he was a lot thinner. But his pecs were defined and had just the right amount of hair there. My gaze automatically went down, to that other trail of hair that got lost under his shorts and I felt my heartbeat rushing a little.

We found a nice spot, not too far from everything but enough to have some privacy. We laid our towels in the sand, one next to the other, and he smiled at me.

“Well, time to take this all off,” he said in a joking tone, trying to make me feel more comfortable.

“You go first,” I said, and I couldn’t hold a little nervous giggle. He gave me a big smile, showing all his teeth and the point of his tongue pressing on them. God, I wanted his mouth so bad.

“Okay,” he agreed. He had already taken his shirt off, so all he needed to do was to pull down his pants and boxers, both at the same time, and he was totally exposed right there and then, just in front of me, so close that I could see every detail.

I didn’t even try to hide what I was looking at. I didn’t know Charlie very well yet, but he was clearly a smart guy. He knew what he was doing, and he knew he was… nice to look at. Fuck, he was hot. He barely had any tan marks around his pelvis so either he was naturally tanned or he came here pretty often.

I did have some pale bikini shaped lines on my body that marked me as a newbie in this place, but he seemed pretty pleased looking at them when I took my top off. For my bottoms I took my time: the baggy shorts first, letting him take a look at my lacey panties and giving him a few seconds to imagine what was underneath before I actually took them off. I wanted to tease him, and I could see it was working.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he mumbled, and I like that he was so direct.

Now it was my time to smile.

“You are not bad yourself. Would you help me put on some sunscreen?”

Oh, it was so easy. He almost jumped to go get the bottle and he started massaging my skin with his firm hands covered in cream. Of course, I could have taken care of the front of my body myself, but I didn’t complain when he delicately spread some protector on my cheeks to then go towards my neck and my shoulders, and slowly down my chest. He stopped before actually putting his hands on my boobs and I almost let go a frustrated whimper.

“Can I?” he asked, and as soon as I nodded, he cupped my boobs with his palms and gave them a nice soft squeeze.

He covered them in sunscreen and paid an extra of attention to my nipples, saying their skin was very sensitive and needed to be well protected. I laughed softly at the comment, mostly so I could cover the little pants that tried to escape my mouth every time his moistened fingers rubbed on them.

He then kept going with my belly, my hips, my thighs, my legs. Seeing him kneeling down to get to the lower part of my body sent a rush of electricity down my skin and I worried my wetness was starting to be obvious. But I was so turned on.

When he moved to my back, I thought it would be easier to stay calm, but as his hands caressed my back, he got closer to my ear and whispered, “Have you ever been naked and exposed for everyone to see?”

I just shook my head, because I knew my voice would tremble if I tried to speak.

“You know, most of the people who come here are used to seeing the others naked and don’t pay that much attention. But with a body like yours… Oh, they are going to look.”

And when he grabbed my butt at that moment, I couldn’t help but let go a gasp. It wasn’t loud, but he heard it, because he laughed and said, “We are going to have so much fun today.”

At this point I very much needed to get in the water and cool down, but Charlie said we couldn’t go there this soon after putting on sunscreen, and that we should go for a walk on the shore and keep chatting for a little. I knew what his real intentions were: to get everyone to see me, to get me ever hornier by being exposed. But I obliged. Cause, deep down, I did want them to see me. I’ve never been into exhibitionism, but the idea of walking next to him, both young, naked and horny and letting everyone see us turned me on. Cause they were going to see all of my body, yes, including the soft glisten on the inside of my thighs. But they were also going to see Charlie’s cock, and they were going to notice that it was a bit too hard for a guy who was just walking on the beach with a girl he knows. They were going to notice that it wasn’t innocent, that he craved me. And they were going to be jealous of me.

So we walked, we let people look at us. A lot of them didn’t care about us, but I could feel some eyes on us, some more obvious than others, until we finally got in the water. It was really cold, but we kept going until the sea got to our waist. Or, well, my waist and Charlie’s hip, since he was taller.

Truth be told, on top of all the horniness Charlie and I were having a really good time. We were genuinely getting along, and we could talk about anything and everything. So, at a certain moment, after he made a joke about my taste in movies, I pulled him in for a kiss. I did it with no particular intention other than just kiss him, because I felt like it. But as soon as he started to kiss me back, grabbing the back of my neck and touching my lips with his tongue, I couldn’t resist.

My hands explored his chest, his abs, and then I pushed myself closer to him, knowing he would be able to feel my hard nipples against his skin. Then I reached down, but as soon as I tried to grab him under the water, he pulled away laughing.

“That’s not fair,” Charlie said. The water was dark and the movement of the waves didn’t let me see through it, but he still covered himself with his hands, like trying to hide his cock from me. I was confused, scared I might have done something wrong, but then he added, “The water is very cold.”

Now it was my time to laugh. There was something cute on his embarrassed expression, and I grinned at him when I said:

“Coming to the beach was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” he replied, “but maybe this is not the best time and place for you to touch… it for the first time.”

Just say “cock”, Charlie, I wanted to tell him. But, again, him getting suddenly shy was doing something to me.

“Maybe we should go back to the towel, then,” I said, and his eyes lit.

I kissed him again, deliberately letting out a little moan in his mouth, and when he tried to kiss me more, I took a step back. I wanted him to be needy for me. I wanted him to not be thinking about anything but my naked ass while he followed me to our spot just a couple of steps behind me.

He was right.

We were going to have so much fun today.

It seemed like the universe wanted to make things easier for us, because the people that were closer to us on the beach had left while we were on the water. Now there was no one near enough to really see us, since some big dunes created a natural barrier between us and the rest of them.

I let out a little scream when Charlie ran towards me, lifted me up and carried me to the towel in his arms. The uneven ground made me think he was going to trip and make us both fall in the sand, but he didn’t have much problem carrying my weight in his arms. I couldn’t control my laugh as I held his neck tight and I could hear him laughing too. It was like a summer breeze: soft and light, clear and warm, and it made everything feel easy.

He carefully laid me down on the towel when we got there and it didn’t take long for him to lay on top of me, kissing me again on the mouth, the face, the neck. I could taste the salt on his skin, and I knew he could too, but his lips on mine calmed the thirst. Charlie was all I needed at that moment.

But I needed all of him.

“Can I touch it now or is still too soon?” I teased.

He laughed. “You know it’s not legal to have sex on a public beach, right? Even if it’s a nude one,” he said, but still took my hand and guided it between both our bodies.

I did know that, but at that moment not being allowed to do it only made me want it more. My hand finally got to his dick, and I gave myself some time to explore it with my touch. I drew his length with the tip of my fingers, caressed the head, gave him a couple of soft strokes that made him exhale on my neck.

And I kept going, slow and steady at first, but the sounds he was making let me know he wanted more, and that made me want more. Charlie was… vocal. Not too loud to be heard by anyone that walked close to the dunes, but loud enough to let me know what he liked, where all his sensitive spots were. And I couldn’t resist a guy who let himself be heard. Every moan that came out of his mouth made me shiver and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on. Those sounds were so fucking sweet.

My hand touched my own clit a couple times while I stroked his cock, and I changed my posture slightly just so I could rub his cock against my body. My wetness quickly got his cock completely moist, and I knew it was going to be so easy for him to just slid inside of me.

But when I asked for it, he stopped for a second.

“Are you sure? Here?”, he said, and I begged him to do it with my head buried in his neck. We knew anyone could walk to our side of the beach and see us, but I wanted him more than I feared being caught.

“We’ll be fast,” I said. “Just fuck me already, I’m on birth control.”

As I was talking, I placed the tip of his cock right on the entrance of my pussy, and his groan made me pulse.

The feeling of Charlie’s cock getting inside of me while the warm sun hit my skin felt better than I could ever imagine. He made sure to rub my clit softly while he pushed in, and I moaned his name while I slightly lifted my hips.

There was no time for building up the rhythm. It might have been the rush to make sure no one sees us, yes, but I think the bigger reason was we couldn’t control ourselves. I wanted more: more of Charlie, of his cock, of his moans, of this pleasure. More, more, more. Faster, faster, faster. Deeper, deeper, deeper.

He touched my body as if he knew it for ages. I had noticed he was smart, observant, but not all guys understood the reactions of my bodies so quickly. Still Charlie read me like an open book and paid especial attention to all those parts of my body that made me shiver and whimper. He thrusted his hips against me while keeping my legs on the perfect angle, and I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have sex with him in every position imaginable.

“Fuck, I’m getting so close already,” he mumbled. I think, in a certain way, he meant it as an apology. But the truth is the longer we spend doing that, the bigger the risk… and, on top of that, I loved the idea of him being unable to resist, the idea of me doing that to him.

There would be time for more, to let ourselves recreate on this pleasure, but now I wanted him to show me how much he needed to explode. I wanted him to cum inside of me, and the picture in my head got me to the edge too.

So I just let myself go.

I melted under his body as the pleasure got more and more intense, and I came with his cock inside of me. The contractions of my pussy gave him that little extra stimulation he needed to collapse on top of me. I could feel the gooey cum sliding out of my pussy when he pulled out and kissed my neck again.

“That was amazing,” he said, still with a heavy breath. “I had never had sex on the beach before,” he added after inhaling deep a couple of times. “You weren’t lying when you said you were adventurous.”

The comment made me laugh.

“Yeah, but next time we have to choose a place where we don’t have to worry about being seen so we can take our time.”

“Oh,” he grinned at me, “thinking about the next time already?”

I copied his sided smile. “If you don’t want to repeat this, I can leave, don’t worry.”

“No, no,” he said quickly. “In fact, I could give you a list of at least ten different places I have already thought of that match what you want for our next time. The first one is my car, just in case you’re interested,” he joked, and I laughed.

After all, the funniest jokes are the ones that hide a bit —or a lot of— truth.

And laying there, still panting after fucking on that nude beach, we both know we were, indeed, going to do it again on the car later.