Inappropriate Behaviour

Regular readers of my sexual exploits will know that I’m a bit of a fan of Brighton’s nude beach, and I try to get down there from London a couple of times a year during the summer. I love the chance to just strip off and enjoy being naked in the company of other like-minded people. And if some of them want to enjoy the sight of my unclothed body, that’s fine with me. This summer, I was especially lucky, because the Thameslink rail company had a promotion for cheap day returns in August, so I really had no excuse not to go.Looking back, this particular day was full of good omens. Walking up an escalator outside London Bridge Station, the skirt of a lady directly in front of me blew up, revealing that she was wearing nothing but a skimpy thong underneath. And on the station concourse, waiting for the train to Brighton, I stood next to a young couple. She was wearing a pretty, summery dress with no bra underneath, which was delightfully low-cut under the arms so I got a lovely view of her bare side-boob, plus a glimpse of little pink nipple when she leant over. I looked at her boyfriend, and could tell he was enjoying the sight as well.I was just wearing a light sun-dress myself, with no underwear, and looking forward to wearing even less quite soon. All this voyeurism was getting me horny, so I was pleased to find a pair of seats to myself on the train, where I could read Lush stories on my phone on the journey, touching myself discreetly through my thin dress.As a result, I was feeling very sexed-up by the time we got to Brighton, and desperate to get naked as soon as possible. It seemed a very long walk down from the station and all along the front until I got to the nude beach, which is situated well away from the main seafront attractions.I lost no time in finding a spot among the other bare people, stripping off my dress and squirting myself in sunscreen. I arranged my towel, and lay down to soak up some sun for a while. It was warm without being too hot, and I wriggled my toes with pleasure, feeling the heat on my little bare breasts.After an hour or so, I decided it was time to go for a quick dip in the sea. I noticed some admiring glances as I walked down to the water, and I’m sure one guy was trying to hide an erection.I enjoyed my swim; the cold water is so refreshing, and really feels good when you don’t have a swimming costume (even a skimpy one) getting in the way. I went back to my spot on the shingle, and was just standing up towelling my hair when a couple of young black guys wandered into view. I felt a momentary flicker of irritation when they settled down just in front of me, laying out a large blanket which they spent some time weighing down with pebbles. I don’t really like having my view of the sea obstructed, especially as the beach wasn’t exactly crowded.Even so, I couldn’t help peeking when they began to strip off. I’m ashamed to admit that I was curious (as I always am) to see if the cliché about the size of black dicks would apply in this case. And oh my goodness, it certainly did: with both of them.I was delighted to see that each one had a most impressive length of meat dangling between his legs. Any longer, and they’d have been dragging on the ground. I exaggerate slightly, but not much. And they were both completely smooth around the genital area, not a sign of a dark wiry pubic hair between them. To finish off the picture, they were both uncircumcised, and istanbul travesti their prominent knob-ends were thick and well-formed.Their body language indicated that they were a couple, which was fine and dandy with me, although it seemed a shame that both those enormous todgers weren’t available for the delight and satisfaction of the young ladies of Brighton. But at least I got to admire them, which was better than nothing.The guys settled down on their blanket, both on their backs, long black dicks resting idly across their thighs. I forced myself to stop staring, and went back to my book. But after a while I noticed that one of the guys had rolled over to talk to his friend, and his dangling cock seemed to be swelling a bit. Before my very eyes, and without any stimulation, it began to twitch and jerk, and stand out from its owner’s body.Someone was getting a bit aroused, I decided. Not appropriate behaviour for Brighton Beach, which isn’t one of those swingers’ hangouts where you go to get laid, though you do see the occasional incidental erection (as I’d done earlier). A quick dip in the cold sea usually puts paid to that sort of thing.But this guy didn’t seem to be bothered by his organ’s lively behaviour. In fact, as I watched he began to stroke his friend’s dick, which was soon hard as well. And if the two members had been impressive when they were soft, now they were frankly mouth-watering.The guys both rolled onto their sides until they were facing each other, doing their best to shield their erections from passers-by. But I could still see them from where I was, and I hoped to God they didn’t realise and stop playing.I could feel myself getting turned on, and wanting to touch myself. Sitting up a little, I found my dress and casually pulled it over my pussy, and began to rub myself underneath it. I slipped a finger into my slit and felt how wet I was, then concentrated on circling gently round the hard little button of my clitoris.The two guys were now actively masturbating each other, each with his hand round the other’s dick, stroking up and down. Fortunately, no-one else was close enough to have noticed. Then one of them looked up at me, caught my eye, and smiled.I blushed all over, though it was they who should have been embarrassed – at least I was strumming myself under my dress! But he whispered at his friend, and they both smiled at me, still rubbing each other’s dicks. One of them mouthed something at me; it looked like “show us”.Fuck yes, I wanted to show them. I sat up, raised my knees so my genital area was partly shielded, and pulled the dress away so they could see my aroused pussy. I looked down at my labia: they looked every bit as aroused as I felt; puffy and protruding with excitement. Smiling back, I slipped two fingers inside my cunt and began to slide them in and out. With my other hand, I began to stroke my clit again.Then someone did walk past, and the guys both quickly rolled onto their stomachs to shield their erections, while I pulled out my fingers guiltily. But they were soon off again, and so was I. This time, they began rubbing harder; I guessed they wanted to finish before someone caught them.In the end, the one on the right came first. I heard him mutter something that sounded like “Aw, fuck,” and as I watched series of huge ropes of white semen shot out of the end of his dick. A couple of them went so far they istanbul travesti splattered onto his friend’s face, and the rest landed on his well-toned torso.The guy who hadn’t come yet looked at me with a big grin on his spunk-covered face. He made sure I could see what he was doing with his hands as he stroked faster and faster at his friend’s dick. It wasn’t long before his friend came as well. As the spunk spurted out, the guy doing the rubbing made sure it went all over his friend’s body, smearing the last drops off on his stomach.At the sight of their faces and bodies streaked with great loops of white semen, I felt myself approaching my own climax. They watched as I bit my lip, suppressing my cries as I came, two fingers in my cunt and another strumming my clit. I grinned and lay back, my vulva pink and puffed up with arousal.Immediately, the guys sat up and ran down to the sea, their dicks still half erect, to wash off all the semen, and I turned over to hide my aroused cunt, letting my heartbeat slow down and my breathing return to normal. I shut my eyes and thought about what I had seen. What we’d done had been so naughty, on a public beach, but such a turn-on. I listened for the guys coming back, trying to decide what to say to them. But I heard nothing, and what with the warm sun and the aftermath of my orgasm, I must have dozed off.I woke up with a start, the sun still hot on my back. I sat up and looked at where the guys had been, but to my annoyance and disappointment they’d gone.“Fuck, fuck, fucketty fuck,” I thought. I’d really wanted to speak to them, even if just to share a guilty smile and a thank-you. I looked around, to see if they were still in view, and then I caught sight of something on my towel that I was sure hadn’t been there before. It was just a little piece of card. I picked it up, and saw that it was advertising a local café. “The Jam Pot,” it read. “Tea, Coffee, Home-Made Snacks, 3 Church Place, Brighton.”Church Place? Where the heck was that? I turned over the card to see if there was a little map, but instead there was a hand-written note.“Thanks for the fun! Why not pop in for a coffee? It’s on us. A it must be them, surely. I looked at my phone; just after 2pm, already past lunch-time, so a drink and a Home-Made Snack seemed like a good plan.I slipped on my little dress and Birkenstocks, and walked up the beach, googling on my phone for Church Place. Luckily, it looked to be only a few minutes’ walk away, just off Sussex Square.By the time I got there I was having second thoughts; did I really want to see the two guys again? On the other hand, what harm could possibly come of it? I walked past casually and peeked in through the window. There seemed to be a couple of girls at one table and a single elderly woman at another. They seemed normal enough, and I banished all thoughts of drug dens and eastern European prostitution rings. I couldn’t see either of the guys, but there was a young black woman behind the counter doing something with the till.I pushed on the door, and a little bell jangled as it opened smoothly. The elderly woman looked up, and the woman behind the counter smiled in my general direction.I found a little table in one corner, and examined the menu. Despite it being past my usual lunchtime, I wasn’t actually that hungry, but it seemed mean to just have a “free drink” without ordering something else istanbul travesti as well. While I was pondering, the two girls and the older woman both paid up and left, leaving me as the only customer.I went up to the counter to order. I felt a bit embarrassed as I dug out the card. What if the young woman wouldn’t accept it? Maybe the guys had just picked the card up and decided to play a trick on me?“I’ll have a piece of that,” I said, pointing at some particularly unhealthy but delicious-looking cake. “And I was given this – is it okay for a latte?”The girl looked at it and smiled.“Sure, no problem, looks good to me.”She opened the back of the display cabinet to get my cake. I suddenly realised I was staring at her chest, and for a good reason. She was wearing a tight white cotton tank-top which made it very obvious she didn’t have a bra on. The shirt clung tightly to the smooth curves of her boobs, and the buds of her nipples were very prominent. Were they always like that, or was she turned on by something? And what was more, I could see clearly the outline of a bar piercing her right nipple. I felt my lips getting dry, and licked them self-consciously. She exuded sexual confidence; I could almost taste the pheromones in the air. I glanced down and saw my own nipples pushing against my dress. I saw her eyes flick up at me; had she noticed me staring?“There you go,” she said. “Freshly made this morning by my gran. It’s my favourite too.”“So you bumped into Rick and Aaron?” she said, as she turned round to do her stuff with the coffee machine. Her top clung to her back, and I admired the firm physique of her shoulders.“You’ve been on the beach, I guess,” she went on. Something about the way she said it suggested that she knew what part of the beach I’d been on. Presumably she’d known where the two guys usually went. I had a feeling she wasn’t averse to a bit of skinny-dipping herself.“I didn’t get their names,” I admitted, “but they were next to me, and we got chatting. “ (Okay, that was a bit of a fib, but I could hardly say what had actually happened). “And they gave me the card.”She smiled wryly. “They should’ve been back by now,” she confided. “I said they could go for a swim ‘cos we were quiet, but they were supposed to pick up some things on the way back.”As if on cue, the door pinged, and the two guys waltzed in, supermarket carriers in their hands.“Hey, Nat, we got the stuff like you said,” said one of them.“Cheers, Aaron. Looks like you took the long way round again,” said Nat. “Go on, put them in the back. And I see you’ve been handing out freebies again.” She nodded in my direction.I gave a little smile and waggled my fingers.“Hey, you came, that’s cool!” He turned to Nat. “We met …”“Annie.”“Yeah, Annie, on the beach, and thought she looked thirsty.”“Thirsty for your spunk,” I thought to myself, naughtily.“I hope they behaved themselves,” said Nat.“Sure, of course, they were fine,” I gabbled, but my habit of blushing uncontrollably when embarrassed let me down again.Nat sighed. It was clear she had some idea of what had happened.“Jesus, guys, I’ve told you to behave on the nude beach,” she said.“Seriously, I hope they didn’t offend you,” she went on. “I suppose they got a bit carried away after swimming. Playing with themselves, were they?”I gave a little smile and a nod.“Yeah, and Annie played too,” piped up the other guy, Rick.Nat looked surprised.“With herself, I mean. While she watched us.”“Really?” she said with a smile, and I had to admit that I had.“That’s kind of hot,” said Nat. “I sort of wish I’d been there.”There was a pause. She bit her lip, realising she’d given her own feelings away. I suddenly noticed that her nipples were hard under her top.