Sunnyside beach on the Mornington Peninsula is a “clothing optional” beach, where people can go and relax on the sand or in the water sans clothing, for the sort of freedom you just don’t get with togs on. I discovered it about six or seven years ago and head down whenever I can.

The nudist community band around the ideas of inclusion and judgement-free getting back to nature. They frown on acts of a sexual nature as they are fighting to keep the beach clothing-optional against a greedy local council and plenty of big money developers in the area.

So I really hope none of them read this…

For sure, my main interest in the beach is the nude element. I love being able to just head down without worrying about whether I have packed swimmers. I’ve even headed down there after work in a suit, walking along the rocks in boxers and black shoes before ditching the lot and diving into the water.

But I’m also interested in sex, and, once the sun heads for the shoreline, couples start to play.

There’s an etiquette to watching other couples play. Those who want to enjoy each other without an audience head to their tents or out into the water. Others try to be surreptitious, spooning on their towels with slight rocking movements indicating that he’s inside her.

Leave those people alone. They’re not looking for an audience. They just want to fuck in nature, and god bless them.

Others want an audience. For example, one day I’m walking in the shallows and pass a couple sitting at the waterline.

“Nice in.”

“Absolutely glorious. You live locally?”

And as we’re chatting, he’s stroking her belly with one hand, sliding a hand up to tweak a nipple or down into the water to gently rub between her spread legs. Water droplets bead on her breasts and belly, renewed each time he lifts his hand from the water to wet her skin anew. The cold water on her nipples has them jutting out, with those gorgeous little goose pimples on the aureolae that feel so good on your tongue. She has his rock-hard cock in her hand, running her thumb in circles around the head as it pokes above the water like a horny periscope. He’s grinning openly at me while we talk and she is watching my cock harden as it points straight at her. There’s no invitation to join in and I guess I could have taken another step forward to see what would happen but I’m enjoying the view.

“Feel free to say hi again on your way back,” she says, as she rolls over onto her belly and up onto her knees, bending down to give me a delicious view of her ass and pussy and also to give her man a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. “I need to lie in the sun.”

“And dry off?” I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me.

“And get wetter.”

Sunnyside is ostensibly broken into three sections. From the carpark, the first section is for the naturists and newbies. The people who run the Facebook page are there most days and a large group of people who all know each other. Families hit that section sometimes and couples who haven’t been before and just want to try it out.

The middle section has been nicknamed “The Swingers Section” and it is here that groups and pairs of fit and horny couples of all ages congregate. During the day they drink and tan and play music and hang out. And once the sun goes down things get steamy.

The far section, past the old boat ramp, is mainly populated by men, young and old, mostly fit, often rock hard as they lie in the sun and chat with their friends and occasionally disappear into the rocks at the end of the beach.

Me, I start in the first section, get my gear off, head for the water, float for a bit, swim for a bit, have a look for the banjo shark and say hello to the puffer fish and just enjoy the feeling of the water on my nakedness. Once I’ve lowered my body temperature and tugged myself free of that state of shrinkage that comes from a penis being exposed to cold water, I head down to the middle section to find a spare bit of beach and read for awhile while I warm up and watch the world around me.

One day I sat there, just watching the sun reflecting orange on the waves, and the silhouette of naked people ringed with orange evening fire. A man and woman jogged up towards me from the water, the woman shaking water from her dark ringlets and the man’s cock bouncing with each step. They fell onto towels, laughing, about a metre away from me and I realised I’d set up too close.

“Shit, sorry guys. I can move if you want.”

“No, stay. You look comfortable.”

They looked comfortable as well. He had a hand towel and was rubbing her back, swatting at her ass to remove particles of sand.

“That’s enough!” she giggled. “Just moisturise me already!” She looked over at me. “You need to watch him and make sure he doesn’t miss a spot.”

That was enough permission for me. I rolled onto my side and raised onto one elbow for a good view as he straddled her legs and leaned forward to pull out a squeeze bottle of moisturiser. He squeezed a dollop into his hand and dropped the bottle onto the towel. Rubbing his hands together, he started spreading the cream over her back, inching forward on his knees to reach her shoulders. His straining cock slid between her ass cheeks and nestled there. A drop of precum glistened on the tip, threatening to drop onto her back with every twitch. He covered her shoulders and upper back with expert strokes, rubbing the cream into her skin. His hands slid down her sides, stroking the sides of her breasts before returning to her back. With each upward stroke of his hands, he moved forward slightly and his cock slid along the crease of her buttocks. By this time I was also hard. The woman lay with her face towards me, eyes closed in bliss and a big smile on her face.
The guy grabbed the bottle again and squirted another glob of cream onto his hands. The smell was tropical with hints of guava and coconut and lime and it just made me more excited. I dunno, something to do with a childhood of smelling Le Tan coconut oil on barely covered bodies during summer vacation? This time his hands slid over her lower back and up onto the curve of her ass. Her skin looked radiant, slightly gleaming with fresh cream and brown from the sun. His hands stroked each cheek, pulling them apart with his thumbs as he massaged cream into them. Each time, his cock would slide back and press deeper into the crease, and then the head would pop back out the top, slick with cream and his own excitement.

The woman opened one eye and caught my gaze. Then her glance dipped down to my throbbing cock. It twitched, excited to be acknowledged. Her smile widened. She reached out a hand and beckoned me closer. I looked up at the guy and he gave a brief nod, still working that butt.

I slid sideways off my towel and onto the sand, moving close enough for her to reach out and grasp me. She gave a low murmur of appreciation and explored me with her hand, her eyes now closed again.

“Has he missed a spot?”

“He’s been very thorough,” I said. “Although a sundried rosebud seems like an unpleasant experience, so maybe one more globule there?” She gave me a little tug.

“Good idea.”

The guy got the bottle one more time and this time squeezed the blob directly between her cheeks. I held out a hand as well, nodding down at his girlfriend’s hand on my cock. He gave me a squirt too and I applied it to my cockhead, where she could find it and spread it around. She coated the palm of her hand and her fingers and started to work the cream into my cock, sliding up and down, stroking the ridges of my cockhead with the end of her thumb, sliding down to cup my balls. Meanwhile, he was using his cock to massage between her cheeks, holding them apart with his hands and coating her anus with moisturiser, using the head of his cock to rub it in. He slid back and forward, pressing a little against her button each time. She slid her hand up and down my cock with the same rhythm he was using and I could imagine taking his place.
“I think you’re moisturised,” the guy said, still stroking between her cheeks. He had a wonderful Spanish accent to match his dark features. The woman, still with her eyes closed, still stroking me with a slow, measured movement, opened her mouth.

“Only on the outside.”

I almost came in my hand, it was such a perfect come on. He got the idea immediately and on his next pass back and forward, his knob end caught on the knot of her anus and stopped. He rubbed a bit more cream around the entrance and on the end of his cock and I moved a little closer to watch as his cockhead pressed forward with a small, impassioned grunt from the guy and a tiny slurp as the knot tightened around the end of his cock. He left it there a moment, his cock twitching and her muscles contracting visibly around him. Then he slowly pressed in and his shaft disappeared inside her, inch by fabulous inch.
His hips rocked sensuously as he let them do most of the work, not being too obvious about ass fucking his girlfriend on a public, if nude, beach. Even so, I started to notice out of the corner of my eye the slow approach of the perves. Some stayed in the water, some stood in the distance off to the side. All had their cocks in their hands, watching keenly or surreptitiously. Dudes, you’re not fooling anyone.

She moaned as he filled her over and over again. I moaned from the regular attention of her hand as she picked up the pace as her excitement increased. She was wriggling beneath him and he was holding her hips as he rocked in and out of her, sometimes drawing all the way out so that I could see her gaping for him before he slid smoothly back in. Even in the heat of the evening, there was a soaking patch on the towel beneath her. She started to breathe in short, shallow gasps and her hand was now stroking me furiously. And then her back locked up and she let out a little squeal and he filled her up to his balls and his belly was convulsing and she squeezed me hard and I shot a stream of cum across her back.
We stayed frozen like that for a few moments. Her squeezing me like a stress ball as cum dribbled over her fingers. Them breathing heavily as he slowly moved inside her, reluctant to leave.

And then he leant forward to kiss her neck and pulled out and she lay there, cum seeping from her still contracting anus. And he lay down beside her, arm draped over her back. And she let me go and thanked me for being so vigilant. And they went to sleep and I guess I did too as when I opened my eyes again it was almost full dark, the couple were gone, and my bookmark had a phone number written on it.

I usually head down to the beach alone – it’s an unusual lifestyle and my friends are pretty straightlaced for the most part. But I convinced Laurel, one of my oldest female friends that a trip to the beach might be a good idea.

We had already spent a lot of time naked together so that bit wasn’t new. But we’d never played in public, so this seemed like a good place to start. Yes, I’m sorry Sunnyside nudists. Absolutely destroying the reputation of the place.

We got down in the evening. I love the beach at that time. The light quality is different and the sun doesn’t burn my Irish-ancestry skin. I set up a beach shelter for later and stripped off in a second. Laurel watched me and I grinned, motioning towards her clothing.
“Yeah ok,” she said. The t-shirt came off first, tentatively. She was at least as pale as me, but it looked so much better on her. Her breasts were large and pressed against her bra, desperate to see the last rays of sunshine.

“You want a hand?” I asked.

“I’m good,” she replied and reached back to let the girls loose. I was in awe, as always of her breasts and the gorgeous round nipples that protruded from them. “All the way?” she asked, thumbs in her skirt waist band. I nodded and she slid the skirt down along with her panties and stood before the world and the wide blue ocean, pale and naked and lovely.

“You ok?” I asked. She looked around at the still-busy beach. Nobody was watching. People were going about their business. It’s a hard job being naked. My own job was getting hard at the sight of her.

“Yup. To the water?”

“To the water.”

Melbourne beaches always have that bit of a chill to them in the water and I watched as Laurel stepped into the water with a small squeal. I ran past, knowing if I took it slow she would splash me. That allowed me to turn and watch as she slowly walked in. When her breasts reached the water, her nipples stood up straight and her flesh goose-bumped. She gave one final shriek and then, steeling herself, plunged under the water. She came up gasping and dashed towards me, wrapping herself around me and shivering. I rubbed her arms and back and held her close until the water around us was closer to our internal temps. With her legs wrapped around me, my cock nestled perfectly against her ass.
When she’d warmed up, she broke away from me and paddled backwards to float on the surface, her breasts floating and her long black hair spread out around her head like a halo. Between her legs was a V of dark hair, now poking up and glittering with drops of water. I swam up next to her and stood to hold her up. One hand was on her upper back, one was on her butt.

I leant down and licked salt water from her belly and then from each nipple. My lower hand slid between her legs as I held her afloat. I rubbed at her slit, not obvious to anyone looking but very obvious to her. She moaned and then rolled off my hands, breast stroking back closer to shore. I caught her when we could both kneel in the water and slid in behind her. We just sat there and chatted. We were joined by an older guy with a big white beard. He looked like Santa if Santa’s sack hung from between his legs instead of over his shoulder. We talked to him for a bit about random stuff. All the while my cock nestled between Laurel’s thighs, rubbing gently against her pussy and clit as the lapping waves shoved me backwards and forwards. I don’t know if Santa knew this but he was definitely enjoying the sight of Laurel’s breasts floating on the surface of the water. He wanted to put her on his Naughty list and give her more than just coal in her stocking. I mean, who could blame him? He only comes once a year.

When he’d moved on, Laurel leaned back into me and said “I’m getting super hot with all this rubbing. Did you want to go to the tent?”

Does the pope shit in the woods?

We headed up the beach to my beach shelter. It was open-fronted, so I dragged it around so that it faced away from the water. I don’t mind people watching, but for Laurel, I just wanted that little bit of privacy. She grabbed my cock and pulled me down into the shelter. Lying on her side, she pulled me into her mouth and started sucking me hard, pulling me into her mouth before releasing me and going again. It was intense but delicious. I reached down and tweaked her nipples before cupping a breast in my hand and squeezing. I reached lower and she opened her legs so that I could slip my hand between them and feel her wetness. I loved Laurel’s tightness. She squeezed my fingers as I entered her and started rubbing the upper wall of her pussy.

That’s when I noticed that there was a guy with a tent set up just behind us. He’d been there all along but we hadn’t noticed in our eagerness. He was a younger guy with a huge black beard but no body hair. His expression was just now changing from surprise to arousal as this unexpected sex show showed up just in front of him.

I grinned at him. He nodded appreciatively.

I slipped out of Laurel’s pussy and started to rub her anus. She gave an immediate moan. She loves that feeling and doubled down on my cock with her lips. I pressed my pointer into her anus and my middle finger into her pussy. I rubbed the two fingers together with only a soft wall between them. She moaned into my cock.

The guy in the other tent was stroking himself now. I ran my hand through Laurel’s hair.
“We have an audience,” I said in a low voice. Her mouth came off my cock with a sudden pop and she looked up at me. I motioned with my head behind her and she looked over with some difficulty to see the guy stroking himself. I was still fingering her and he would have a perfect view of my fingers sliding in and out of her. Laurel looked back at me and I raised an eyebrow. She gave a little shrug and leaned forward to take me in her mouth again.
Between the feel of her on my cock and my fingers, and the view of the guy stroking himself at the sight of her, I was going to blow if things went on. I pulled back and kneeled closer.

“I want to be inside you,” I said. She nodded and rolled onto her hands and knees, turning to face away from me and giving me the perfect view. I shuffled closer and placed my cock against her entrance. I slid it up and down, rubbing her clit with the head before sliding in up to my belly. I grabbed her hips and fucked her, revelling in her tightness. She thrust back against me, all the time watching the guy in front of us.

“Do you. Uh, Like the show?” she asked him. He nodded, panting as he jerked on his cock, riding up his belly under his hand. “Did you want to come closer?”

I didn’t expect this from her, but was happy to see him jump up and kneel down in front of us. Still stroking, but now he was only centimetres from Laurel’s face. She reached out and twanged his cock, to see it bounce. And then yanked him forward and into her mouth with a little yelp from him as he was almost pulled off balance.

Filled from both ends, Laurel moaned as I fucked her from behind and the bearded guy fucked her face. One hand still on her hip I reached down and pressed my thumb against her pucker, prompting her to squirm and groan with her mouth full. She was gasping around his cock and pushing hard against me and I was feeling her tight pussy grab me and pull me in while I thumbed her anus and tried hard not to cum. But she was close and when she reached under and hit the bearded guy with an invading finger he moaned out loud and pulled out, spraying her face and chest with cum. She convulsed around me and I let loose, pulling out and covering her back with ropes of white. She fell forward, still twitching, onto the other guy’s lap and now she was covered in sand and cum and sweat. She laughed onto his knee.

“Well, that was a new experience.”

She added him on Kik without finding out his actual name and the two of us headed back into the water to wash off. The sun was down, but we stayed in the water until full dark, playing and floating.

And I haven’t even started on my visits down to the far end of the beach.