Having to rewrite this as it seems my previous effort fell foul of the moderators but I am not sure why.
This is a genuine story.
So, I was on a business trip to Brighton. I got there early, rang the client and met early. Meeting finished pretty quickly and left me with a load of spare time.
I decided to take a trip to the nudist beach. I was a closet nudist and would sometimes strip when in secluded areas but had never been nude in public.
I decided to buy a towel, T shirt and some shorts. Got changed in my car and walked to the beach.
I was more than a little disappointed when I saw it was mainly guys. Guys did not interest me at all and I nearly turned round and walked off but then, my anxiety kicked in.
People have different types of anxiety. Mine is I think people are watching me. If I walk straight off the beach, people will be looking and wondering why I walked on and straight off.
So I placed my towel, removed me T shirt , shoes and sock and sat there, in my shorts.
I was pretty much the only non-nude and now my brain is telling me I need to strip and full of nerves, I finally did. Closed my eyes, felt the sun on my face and relaxed a little but feeling extremely conscious of sitting here naked on a beachful of guys!!
Just as I started relaxing more my uncomfort went through the roof when a guy turned up and sat imo, too close to me.
Must have been less than 5m or so and as bold as anything, he turned up, lay down his towel, stripped naked and sat down. He even smiled at me as he sat.
I could not help but notice, even though he was flacid, that he was well endowed and in my peripheral, I could see him sat with his cock fully on display for me to see.
I had no interest in cock, never have. Married for 15 years and only even felt a sexual attraction to women. So why can I not help looking?
He must have noticed as I suddenly heard him say "Lovely day for it"
Oh shit. He is talking to me! I cannot talk to a guy while nude. Thats just plain wrong. WTF!
"Yes, really nice" I replied.
I looked away, hopefully that will be it but no, he followed up with "Are you from Brighton or travelling?"
Fuck! I dont want to talk but its rude not too.
I told him I am on business hoping for just a small exchange but he seemed to see my response as an invitation to get up and move closer to me.
As he rose I saw his body in full. Slim, 6 pack, muscle bound legs. not body builder but just fit and that cock!
He sat next to me and we chatted some more and I started relaxing but that pattern emerged again when he asked "Do you fancy coming back to my place?"
My heart pounded. I do not understand what was happening to me. Of course I dont want to. Why would I? But, instead of no, I found myself saying "Err, I am not sure?"
"Well, I need to get some coffee so, I am going to pop to the shop, I will be about ten mins. When I come back, you can let me know"
He got dressed and I watched him leave the beach. I jumped up, got dressed and went to the car. I took a couple of calls and was about to start up when I saw him walking back to the beach.
I wanted to see his cock again. I got out the car, followed him back to the beach
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