Eva - The start of something...
I’m Kris, a 38 year old, happily married man, professionally employed at management level, in a National retail company. 170cm (5’7”) tall, with blonde hair and a moustache (handlebars progressing nicely), my physique is well past its prime, as I now weigh in at about 80kg (180 lbs). Being a smoker, I’ve come to know the other smokers, meeting them 2-3 times a week, on morning or afternoon breaks. At my current work location there is a lovely young girl of 21, who also smokes. Eva and I would see each other at regular intervals throughout the week, usually having a quick chat before one of us had to return to work.
Being married, and with her being so much younger, I never gave a second thought to starting/pursuing anything. One day however, with a hot weekend (temperature-wise) fast approaching, we were out smoking and she asked what I had planned for the weekend.
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“If I can, I’d like to get down to my favourite beach.” I answered.
She said “God, I haven’t been to a beach in ages. Where do you usually go?”
“Sunnyside, near Frankston” I stated, looking her straight in the eyes.
Anyone familiar with beaches down that way would have recognized the name “Sunnyside”, but there was no flicker of understanding in her eyes.
I left it for a beat, then continued “It’s a nudist beach”.
I went on talking as if it was no big deal, “It’s been ages since I’ve been to any beach, with the hours I’m putting in here.”
I could see her eyes slowly widen in surprise, as she took in what I’d just said.
“Did you say a nudist beach?” she questioned.
I nodded and she went on, “I’ve always wanted to try that. Where is it?”
I tried describing vague directions on how to get there, finally giving up and shrugging. “It’s been 3 or 4 years since I’ve been there, so things might have changed a bit. My wife’s tried it a couple of times but just doesn’t like it that much” I said regretfully.
“I’d love to go one day,” she said confidently. “When I’ve sorted out a few things with my new house, we’ll have to go.”
Just the mere thought of seeing Eva naked was starting to arouse me. She was about my height and seemed nicely put together. It was difficult to know what she looked like as I’d only ever seen her in a long business skirt, with a shirt and blazer. I doubted she had a petite build but was equally certain she wasn’t fat. She had light brown hair, lovely eyes and a sensuous mouth.
Over the next month or so we kept seeing each other on breaks, sometimes with other smokers, sometimes just the two of us. One Thursday, at morning-break, we met up, just the two of us. With the weekend weather forecast for hot, I mentioned that I was thinking of heading to Sunnyside. She tilted her head to one side, looked at me and said “Kris, would it be OK if I came along?”
“Sure” I agreed. “How about we meet here at 9:00am and I’ll drive us down.”
“That’d be great” she smiled.
I knew my wife had made arrangements of her own for Saturday, and would be occupied until at least mid-afternoon. With the weekend in mind, the rest of Thursday and all of Friday seemed to drag. Fortunately I was working ‘til late on Friday, so by the time I arrived home I was knackered. It left me no time to dwell on the following day.
Saturday dawned and it was HOT! I dressed in shorts, aloha shirt and sandals and told my wife I needed to pop into work to fix some paperwork and that I’d rather get it done early, before the heat set in. I kissed her and wished her a happy day. I arrived at work at 8:55 and went to the “smokers’ corner”.
At about 9:05 Eva turned up. She was wearing a flowing floral skirt, T-shirt and sandals. It was still difficult to picture what she’d look like without clothes, but her nipples were slightly evident through the T-shirt, something impossible to detect through a business shirt and blazer.
I said, “All set?”
“Let’s go, I can’t wait” she replied.
We headed to my car, jumped in and chatted amiably on the drive to the beach. Fortunately, after 4 years, the way hadn’t changed. We arrived at just before 10:00am, parked the car in the small car park, which was already three quarters full and set off for the beach. It was about a fifteen minute walk from the car-park to the beach and at the top of the final descent I turned to Eva and asked “You’re sure about this, no second thoughts?”
“No way, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks” was the reply.
We descended to the beach, each of us carrying a towel and a small bag containing the usual beach essentials such as suntan lotion, fly repellent etc. We arrived at the bottom and maybe 20 metres away was a couple in their 50s lying naked, soaking up the sun. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Eva. We continued to walk to a vacant spot about halfway along the beach, passing numerous naked people, both male and female. I stopped and asked Eva “is this spot OK with you”?
“Sure” she replied.
I put down the bag, as did she and spread my towel out on the sand with her following suit. I straightened up and gazed out over the sea, undoing the buttons on my shirt and shrugging it off. From the corner of my eye I could see Eva pulling off her T-shirt, revealing a bikini top. I undid my sandals, then unsnapped my shorts and in one easy movement pulled them off, complete with my jocks. Placing them on the sand nearby, I sat down naked on my towel and rummaged in my bag for some sunscreen, all the while not looking in Eva’s direction. My peripheral vision has always been very sharp, probably honed by riding a motorcycle in my younger years, and I had noted the motions of Eva stepping out of her skirt and then reaching behind her to undo her bikini top. I was grateful we were out in public, for this sort of situation in private would have caused me to have a raging hard-on. As it was, I had to be careful not to think too many lewd thoughts.
Sitting up and facing the sea, I applied some lotion to my legs, noticing subtly that Eva had paused with her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini bottoms. After a few seconds deliberation, with me making sure not to look in her direction, she quickly slipped them down and hurriedly sat down on her towel, turning slightly away from me to fossick in her bag.
I continued applying sunscreen to my stomach, chest and arms and when finished put the bottle away in my bag. By this time Eva had also started to apply lotion to herself, starting with her legs, so that she was hunched over, not affording me a view of anything, had I been looking. I was lounging back, reclining on my elbows, idly gazing over the ocean, looking vacantly in the opposite direction from her. That’s the beauty of a nudist beach. People from all walks of life, of all shapes and sizes are there, not to flaunt or show-off, simply to enjoy the freedom of being without clothes.
When I detected Eva was nearly through putting lotion on, I looked in her direction for the first time.
“So, what do you think?” I asked.
“Fantastic, really nice” she said, with a smile. “We’re going to have to do this again, and often.”
My ears pricked up at that remark!
“Well, I have to be careful” I said doubtfully. “I don’t think my wife would be overly impressed, knowing I was down here with someone as pretty as you.”
“So don’t tell her. I won’t.” she said with a mischievous grin.
I smiled back. “Oh I won’t! It’s just that I’ve never done anything behind her back before.”
Eva finished applying the lotion and turned away, putting it back in her bag. Then she settled back down, stretched out her legs and leaned back on her arms. As I was still looking in her direction I allowed my eyes to take in her naked body, being careful to watch if she saw where I was looking. Her breasts were delightful, probably about 14b or 14c (36b/c). Her stomach wasn’t a washboard but only had one tiny roll of excess flesh. Her thighs were somewhat bigger than sticks, but a little more shapely than solid. Her pussy was hidden behind a fairly lush growth of pubic hair, as if it had been trimmed, but not in the last couple of months or so. I allowed my eyes to wander back to her breasts and focus on her nipples. They were semi-hard, with the areolae noticeably darker than the rest of her breasts. There seemed to be plenty of potential for them to get a lot harder. I love womens’ nipples when they get really hard and protuberant.
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