Jamaican Nude Beach Nymph
Chapter One (of 37) - All journeys begin with a single step.
In this case, my descent into the sexual abyss began with
an encounter that didn't even involve touching another
person.
She was young, probably not much more than 18. I was in Jamaica
with my wife (now my ex-wife), and I had snuck off to the area
of the resort that included the nude beach. Even at the relatively
mature age of 40, I was still new to the reality of public
nudity, and I couldn't get over the idea of naked women
lying out in the open for me to see.
I had parked myself on a beach lounge chair at the end of the
nearly deserted area and lay there pretending to be asleep.
She walked out from the hotel wearing a tiny, red sequined
bikini and stopped near the middle of the row of chairs,
maybe fifty feet away. Through my barely open eyelids,
I saw her look carefully in my direction, then stand there
considering what to do. She was nervous, I could tell. I
was pretty sure she had never done this before.
I was not about to do anything to intimidate her, at least
not until she made up her mind. Finally, she reached behind
her back and untied her top, one hand holding the front to
her breasts. I held my breath, waiting, waiting. Then,
she cupped one hand over each breast and slowly removed
the top of her suit.
My God, her breasts were incredible! They were firm and
perfectly formed, so white and pure I was sure this was the
first time they had ever seen the sun. Her little, pink,
pointed nipples stood out in stark relief against the bright
sand behind her. She was obviously looking at them herself,
surprised at how they were reacting to the cool breeze.
She looked again in my direction. I didn't move, so
after a moment, she grasped the waist band of her suit and
quickly slipped off the remainder of her tiny covering.
In only a second she was lying on her stomach, those beautiful
breasts hidden, but to my great pleasure, that left her
beautiful ass exposed to the heavens. I'm sure God
was admiring His excellent handiwork. I know I was!
I wanted so badly to get up and walk past her to get a better
look, but I somehow remained patient. It took ten minutes,
but she finally got tired of lying on her stomach. She sat
up and began to put on some suntan lotion. Beneath me, I felt
my cock begin to react to the sight. I thought I was going
to go crazy. If I lay there watching her much longer, I wouldn't
be able to get up for what I'd be exhibiting to all the
world.
Closing my eyes for a moment to calm down, I then stood up
and quickly began walking down the beach toward her. I had
covered half the distance before she realized I was approaching.
The look on her face was as close to a "deer in the headlights"
gaze as I'd ever seen. I knew she wanted to jump to cover
herself, and yet she hated the idea of showing how young
and inexperienced she was. She sat there frozen in mid-lather,
her hand covered with oil, almost but not quite touching
one exquisite breast.
"Hi there. Need any assistance?" I couldn't
help it. The circumstances demanded that I make the offer,
didn't they? Her crimson face looked like she had been
in the sun for ten hours instead of ten minutes. She tried
to say something, but no words came out, just a rather pitiful
gurgle.
"It's OK, " I said with a smile. "I'm
joking. But is it alright if I sit down for a moment?"
She still hadn't found her voice, so I plopped myself
on the chair next to her before she could protest.
I waited to see what she'd do with the lotion in her hand.
I wondered if she'd actually smooth it over her breast,
but I wasn't surprised when she lowered her hand and
began rubbing it on her leg. To be honest, the way her breasts
jiggled when she leaned forward was almost as perfect as
if she had touched herself as I'd wished. This was far
beyond my wildest imagination.
I babbled on about where I was from, how long I was there on
vacation, I even told her my name was Roger (Bart010151), anything
to maintain my excuse for sitting there looking at her.
She stared straight ahead, out to the water, probably trying
to pretend to herself that there wasn't a naked man
sitting only two feet away from her.
It was one of the greatest moments of my life. As she was not
about to look in my direction, I was free to stare at every
part of her body as if she belonged only to me. I remember
little of what I said to her, but I sure remember those beautiful
breasts, her flat tummy, the long, slim legs, and, of course,
the light, silky hair covering the charms hidden between
her tightly clenched thighs.
I don't know how long the vision lasted, but all too
soon, her control ran out. "Nice talking to you. Bye, "
she managed to squeak out, and she jumped up and fled into
the ocean. I watched her run away from me, admiring the way
her young body flowed athletically across the sand.
Logic would have suggested I tuck the experience into my
memory and make my way back to my wife. Logic didn't
take into account the young, naked body still only a short
swim away. Logic lost that battle.
I stood up and wandered lazily toward the water. She was
a good way off shore by then. The water didn't get deep
very quickly, and I could tell her feet were still touching
bottom. I waded out to a depth of about four feet and began
swimming along the beach. I swam slowly on my side, watching
her.
I hadn't gone far when she apparently decided I was
far enough away for her to make it past me, and she started
toward the beach. With one quick movement I turned, and
with now strong, smooth strokes, I quickly swam to a point
between her and the shore. When I reached a spot cutting
her off, I stopped, stood up and faced the beach, as if I didn't
even realize she was nearby. I could tell she had stopped
moving, so after a moment I turned, waved at her and waded
out toward her.
Again, I saw that look of confusion, and maybe a little fear.
It was almost intoxicating. I knew I was really pushing
the bounds of convention, but I was beyond control. I had
to get another look at her. I approached her and stopped,
no more than four feet away.
The water was shallow and only came up to my stomach. She
was kneeling a bit, her knees bent enough to submerge her
breasts just below the surface. However, the water was
so clear that I realized, with great satisfaction, that
I could see her almost as distinctly as if we had been standing
on the beach.
Thinking her body was more hidden than it really was, she
was floating with her legs spread a bit apart. From my standing
position, I looked down through the water and there was
the most beautiful sight I could ever have imagined. The
thin blond hair between her legs was slicked down by the
water. There, peeking out from beneath, were the most enticing
pussy lips I had ever seen.
Her embarrassment had not only brought bright color to
her cheeks, but her vagina must have been blushing in its
own bewildered excitement. I'd always been amazed
how some women had vaginal lips that extended noticeably
from their pussies. This girl's were stunning. One
look and the image of pulling them between my lips and into
my mouth filled my mind.
The thought was so erotic and so overwhelmingly sexual
that my cock responded instantly. Almost before I realized
it, I was fully erect, my penis pointing at her like a compass
needle aimed at magnetic north. I looked down at myself,
my eyes widened, and I heard her gasp.
I looked up at her and could tell she had suddenly realized
how clear the water really was. Her mouth was hanging open
in shock, and that added an additional image to my growing
excitement. Knowing I was risking everything, I still
couldn't stop myself. My hand reached for my cock and
my fingers closed around it.
It was rock hard, and the first touch felt even more wonderful
than I had expected. I looked at her face, and for a moment,
her eyes met mine. My cock jumped in my hand. Without a word,
I saw her look back toward my waist. In disbelief, I realized
she was not going to scream, she was not going to move away,
she was . . . she was going to watch!
I began slowly stroking my cock. There was no way it could
get any harder, but as I worked it, it became a deeper and
deeper red. In only a moment, the head was a dark purple.
I had never felt such built up pressure. The cockhead was
huge. It looked like it was ready to explode. It was.
Like no masterbation fantasy I'd ever had, I stroked
myself toward orgasm. Then, I saw her raise one hand to one
magnificent breast. She took the nipple between her fingers
and pulled. I think I felt that pull deep in my own being,
and my cock began to pulse. Stroking with the force of a piston,
my hand grabbed at my cock, my thighs tensed, and it began.
Beneath the water, it was so easy to see. Suddenly, streams
of thick, white cum began to shoot from my cock. Again and
again, the milky strands shot through the water. It was
so beautiful, like filmy tendrils trailing behind a delicate
jellyfish. I heard a sound from her direction and looked
up.
Her gaze was riveted to what was happening beneath the water.
Her breathing was heavy, and with amazement, I saw she had
one hand between her legs. The cum had stopped flowing from
the end of my cock, and I let my hand release it to float freely,
still large and red like a sea creature trying to attract
its prey.
I was looking directly into her face when she raised her
eyes to mine. Our eyes met, and I saw the horrible realization
of her own lust wash across her face. "Oh, God, "
she moaned, and before I could say a word, she dove to the
side, pushed past me, and rushed toward the beach as if a
shark was only a few feet behind her. She reached the shore,
ran to her chair, grabbed her things and flew up the slope
toward the hotel. I couldn't tell if she was crying,
and I knew she was not going to look back.
I floated there in the water, shaken by what had happened.
I had no idea if she was running to call the police, or not.
To be honest, I hardly cared. I was sated, I was stunned,
I was empty and full at the same time. I felt I would never
again have such an intensely erotic experience, and all
I wanted to do was savor it.
I couldn't tell whether it was the high point of my life,
or whether it would turn out to be the low point. All I knew
was I would never forget it. And, I realized with concern,
all I knew was that I wanted more experiences like it, no
matter what risk that might involve.
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