My Third Older Man

I honestly never knew it was a nudist beach.

After checking into the holiday home with my parents, I decided to go for a walk along one of the many beaches, searching for a quiet spot to be alone and sunbathe.

I had walked some distance along the stretching shoreline in a short skirt and bikini top, passing rolling sand dunes, when I realised it didn’t matter where I settled. The beach was completely deserted. I laid out my towel where I stood and scanned the beautiful, lonely scenery.

After a few minutes of daring myself, excitement finally took over. I tied my long brown hair into a ponytail and reached behind my back, unclasping my bikini top, and then letting it fall away, freeing my young but large natural breasts to the open air.

At nineteen, it was my first time going topless in public. The freedom of the quiet location quickly had me revelling in a little exhibitionism.

Resting back on my hands, I pushed my chest out towards the sea, inhaling the fresh air in deep breaths before exhaling with a peaceful smile.

With no parents or people around, being topless on a public beach made me incredibly aroused. The thrill of possibly being discovered sent a naughty grin spreading across my face.

After a few exhilarating minutes, I checked that the coast was still clear, then spent the next ten minutes rubbing sun lotion into my body. I was so turned on, giving my breasts a slow, tentative massage right there on the beach. My arousal only grew stronger.

I then lay down on my back and slipped a hand inside my skirt and panties. The risk of getting caught was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and lost myself in a solo session of topless masturbation, rubbing my tight, shaven pussy and teasing my nipples.

My mind wandered from one filthy fantasy to another as I sank deeper into pleasure, driving myself wild with lust.

“Uh, yes,” I sighed softly, biting my lower lip. “I’m gonna cum…” I moaned, arching my back as I slid two fingers through my slick folds. “Yes. Yes! Uhhhh. Fuck. I’m cumming. Yes.

The orgasm crashed through me. Even after I came, I kept lazily rubbing my soaked pussy lips, completely unaware that a voyeur was standing just a couple of metres away from me.

It wasn’t until my climax finally subsided, and my moans quieted, did I open my eyes and scream, before bursting into embarrassed giggles at the friendly old man grinning at me.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. He was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, a rucksack slung over his shoulder.

I continued giggling, my cheeks burning bright red. For some reason, I made no attempt to cover my breasts. I also couldn’t stop staring at the prominent bulge in his trunks.

“How long have you been standing there for?” I asked curiously.

“Long enough,” he smiled, his eyes lingering on my tits. “I’m Alan. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I’m Louise,” I replied, “and I’m visiting with my… boyfriend.” The lie slipped out too easily.

“You do realise this is a nudist beach?” Alan asked with a curious grin.

“A nudist beach!” I laughed in shock. “No! I had no idea! I thought it was just quiet because it’s a weekday. Oh my God!”

Alan chuckled and set his bag down. “Do you mind if I join you? I assure you I’m harmless. I should probably explain a few things to help you navigate this place safely. It’s generally fine here, but there are a few things you should know.”

“Urm, okay… be my guest,” I said, tingling all over as the elderly man sat on the edge of my towel.

Alan began explaining the etiquette of the nudist beach and the surrounding area. While I listened, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I was sitting topless in front of a complete stranger — one old enough to be my grandfather.

He was tall and a bit chubby, especially around the waist and under his chin, but his friendliness and the anonymity of the place kept any real anxiety at bay. So much so that I eventually sat up, one arm stretched out behind me, proudly presenting the full firmness of my breasts as I nodded along to what he was saying.

We both knew my nipples were hard and jutting out at him, and Alan clearly liked what he saw. He recognised a curious exhibitionist when he met one, and I was happy to pretend I wasn’t nervously thrilled by his attention.

“The beach stays pretty quiet during the week unless there’s a heatwave,” he explained. “Usually just a few locals minding their own business.”

“I still can’t believe this is a nudist beach,” I giggled. “I genuinely didn’t know.”

Alan chuckled. “So, where’s your boyfriend, Louise? You’re perfectly safe, but he’s brave leaving a sweet little thing like you down here all alone.” His eyes flicked to my bare breasts again.

I caught the glance and blushed. It was his most obvious look yet. I glanced at his hand and noticed a wedding band.

“He’s back at the holiday home, feeling a bit under the weather,” I lied again. “He won’t be joining me anytime soon.”

The sudden glint in Alan’s eyes told me he took that as an invitation. “How old are you both?”

“We’re twenty-two,” I lied once more, too embarrassed to admit I was only nineteen.

“A young, free-spirited woman, then. You’re very beautiful, Louise,” he smiled, his gaze drifting to my tits again. “And very blessed, indeed.”

“What about you?” I asked, blushing but wanting to keep the conversation going.

“My wife and I are both nudists, but she’s looking after a friend today. I’m sixty-eight and she’s sixty-four.”

I felt a dizzy swirl of anticipation at hearing how old he was — and that his wife was a nudist too. The tension lingered between us until he offered to top up my sun lotion. I looked shocked, but Alan quickly added that he would be very respectful and only do my back and shoulders — the places I couldn’t reach.

“Urm, okay,” my body answered before my brain could catch up. My pussy was already soaking again as I rolled over onto my front.

As I turned, I caught Alan lecherously grinning at my firm backside, barely covered by the bikini bottoms peeking out from under my short skirt as he positioned his knees on either side of my closed legs.

I felt the stiffness in his trunks press against the lower curve of my buttocks as he shook the bottle and opened the lid. I bit my lip to hide a giggle and rested my head on my forearms. I was nervous, aroused, and quivering with excitement. A very old man was about to put his hands on me, and I was dripping wet at the thought of it.

Neither of us spoke as he began massaging the lotion into my back and shoulders. I heard Alan sigh with pleasure while my own breathing grew short and shallow.

He worked the lotion in deeply, and soon his hands were sliding up my sides. Involuntary murmurs and sighs escaped my lips. I wriggled beneath him as his fingertips brushed the sides of my breasts, pressing into the soft flesh.

I felt his cock throbbing against my ass through his trunks and smiled to myself. It made me feel deliciously naughty.

“Would you like me to do your front, Louise?”

I gasped. I wanted to say yes, but nerves held me back. “Is there anyone around?” I eventually asked.

Alan scanned the beach and dunes. “No, it’s completely clear.”

To both of our amazement, I rolled over, my young tits fully exposed. Alan grinned openly now as he squirted more lotion into his hands.

“Your boyfriend is a very lucky man, Louise. You truly are beautiful and sexy.” He looked into my big blue eyes while I blushed and rolled my lips inward.

“Thank you, Alan,” I whispered, then sucked in a sharp breath as his hands touched my tummy.

“Just relax and tell me if I go too far, okay?”

“I will,” I exhaled anxiously. I closed my eyes and let out a soft groan as his hands moved up my body, deliberately skirting my swollen breasts at first.

He massaged me again and again until he finally cupped my breasts. He did it slowly, softly, and with clear experience. It was amazing.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, eyes still closed.

Alan massaged my tits in a way I had never experienced before. Older men really do know what they were doing.

I instinctively reached forward and squeezed the throbbing bulge in his trunks. He grinned, quickly pulled his cock out, and returned his hands to my breasts as I instinctively wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and stroked it gently against my tummy.

“Ohhh,” Alan groaned, giving my tits a firm squeeze. “That feels so good.”

For the next few minutes we lost control, frantically stimulating each other. We both needed to cum. Through smiles, moans, and heated glances, we silently agreed: we were going to fuck right there on the beach.

Alan moved down my body until his face hovered above my short skirt.

“Lift up for me, Louise.”

I raised my hips so he could slide off my skirt and bikini bottoms. He groaned hungrily at the sight of my smooth, shaven mound and tight, wet slit.

“Perfection,” he smiled.

I giggled and closed my eyes, unable to watch as the elderly man buried his head between my legs. Everything about him was wrong for me — and yet perfectly right. I had fantasies about older men, had fucked two men in their forties, but this was different.

His tongue flicked across my clit as he spread my hood with two fingers and massaged my sensitive bud with his big, experienced tongue, before plunging it deep into my juicy hole.

Within minutes I was arching my back, squeezing my own tits, and cumming hard on the old man’s tongue, crying out in ecstasy on the open beach.

With my shaky legs spread wide, Alan quickly moved between them, his face filled with raw lust, rubbing his cock along my dripping wet slit.

“Ohhhh, you’re so sexy, Louise,” he grinned.

I moaned in anticipation. No thoughts of condoms, consequences, or taboo stopped me as he pushed forward and sank his thick cock deep into my tight pussy.

Long, harmonious groans escaped us both as he fed me every inch. I clamped my inner walls around him, making him gasp.

“I love how tight and wet you are, Louise. Ohhh… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if someone comes along.”

“Don’t stop until you’ve made me cum on your big cock, Alan,” I sighed. “I mean it.”

“Mmm. I won’t stop until we’ve both cum, and I’ve filled this tight little cunt with my load.”

Alan hooked his arms behind my legs, lifting my ass off the towel as he leaned forward to kiss me. He fucked me with deep, deliberate strokes, exploring every part of my pussy with his thick cock.

“Uhhhhh!” I grunted, taking his full weight. “That’s big!”

“And you’ve got one heavenly tight pussy, Louise,” he sighed, circling his hips before starting a slow, powerful rhythm.

I wrapped my arms around his chubby, wrinkly body and bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. “Uhhh! Fuck me.”

“You like that old cock inside you?” he growled.

“Yes!” I screamed.

He gradually sped up, fucking me to the edge of another orgasm. I dug my nails into his back, making him hiss and thrust harder. He grunted, checked the beach once more, then pounded into my squelching hole.

“Yes! I’m cumming!” I screamed as the orgasm tore through me.

“Ohhh! That’s tight! Fuck! I’m gonna fill you right up, Louise!” Alan kept slamming into me, then latched onto my engorged nipple. “Ahhh! Take it, Louise! Take it all!”

I could only moan and take it as he emptied his heavy balls deep inside me, flooding my womb with thick, warm cum until he was completely spent.

“Ohhhhh, boy!” he sighed, lowering my legs and collapsing beside me on the towel.

I lay there panting, staring up at the clouds, warm cum leaking from my swollen, stretched pussy, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Did you enjoy that, Louise?” Alan asked, breathing heavily.

“I think so,” I replied breathlessly.

“I’m your first older guy, aren’t I?” he smiled proudly.

“Yes,” I fed his ego. Technically, he was my first really old guy.

“I hope I won’t be your last, young lady. You’re built for nudism and fucking. That’s a compliment.”

We lay naked on our backs, grinning and basking in the afterglow.

“I’m here all week,” I giggled.

“Excellent. I take it your boyfriend doesn’t know about this side of you?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m here with my parents,” I confessed.

“Mmm, I like how naughty you are. Anything else I should know?”

“Yeah… I’m nineteen, not twenty-two.”

“As long as you’re legal and willing, I don’t care. Thank you for telling me.”

“It’s a bit late now anyway.”

We laughed and started dressing. Before I left, Alan asked if I’d like to meet him the next day with a close male friend of his.

“If you want, we could take you into the sand dunes for a couple of hours. No pressure, Louise. We’d respect and look after you the whole time.”

“That sounds very naughty,” I smiled mischievously. “I’ll see you both here tomorrow around lunchtime.”

“You can count on it!” Alan chuckled, watching me until I disappeared off the beach.