When I’d turned and seen his entire package on display right there, just a foot or so from my eyes, I think my brain stuttered for a moment. It’s surprising, however, what your eyes can see and your mind can absorb in just fractions of a second even when it’s not running at full speed. First, of course, was the fact that he’d removed his tiny Speedo and was now right there, in all his naked glory!
The second thing I realized was that my curiosity regarding whether the impressive bulge in his suit was because he was erect or just blessed was now answered, he was not erect. He was, however, quite large, his thick organ protruding almost horizontally in front of him for an inch or so before drooping down, long and heavy over his substantial and well-filled scrotum, each testicle a large and very visible orb within. His broad helmet hung an inch or two beyond the bottom of his male sack – which was smooth, I couldn’t help but notice - his cock easily six inches in length or a bit over even in its relaxed state.
He was also circumcised, the fleshy head of his flaccid cock a beautiful mauve shade which looked very suckable, and he’d kept only a smallish inverted trapezoid (the term for that shape didn’t come back to me until much later!) of well-groomed, soft, brown curls across his pubic mound, everything else in the vicinity smooth, sexy skin. His careful manscaping showed off his attributes beautifully. And yes, I knew I was staring but couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away!
Before my awkward silence could become truly uncomfortable (or perhaps not) I managed to stammer, “Sunscreen, uh, sure, yeah. No problem. It’s, you know, a full bottle, so feel free.” I passed him the bottle, which he took from my shaking hand, thanking me and telling me his name; Adam.
I knew that on a nude beach we were all supposed to act like it was totally natural like we didn’t even notice all the skin and normally private bits and parts, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
I introduced myself, trying to recover a little bit of my composure as he looked at the bottle and not visibly drool over him.
He turned his eyes back at me. “Nice to meet you, Rayne, and thanks again. SPF 25, huh? That’s what I use. Probably ought to use 50, from what they say, but shit, you might as well wear coveralls at the beach if you’re going to do that.”
I laughed. “True, and that would take a lot of the enjoyment out of it.”
His eyes ran up and down my body where I remained seated at his feet, and he said, “In your case, it’d be a damn crime.”
I blushed, I know, but managed to thank him and sneak in a quiet, “You too, Adam,” which he laughed off. He squirted some of the sunscreen into his hand and gave it back to me to continue my topcoat as he began to spread it on his chest and shoulders. His arms and legs were quite brown already, a visible legacy of shorts and short sleeve shirts, and probably didn’t need any, and the rest of him was not totally pale, but also not ready for the midday sun at this latitude.
The only place he appeared noticeably white was the small area that a Speedo-style suit covers, where, out of the corner of my eye, I was very aware of the limp length of his manhood flopping back and forth with the vigorous motions of his arms and body as he rubbed in the lotion. It was very impressive, but also very distracting, and I wasn’t making a lot of headway on my lotioning efforts as a result.
I was still mostly sideways to him, so he wasn’t looking right up the alley of my thighs even though my knees were pulled up and my feet were about eighteen inches apart. Looking down on me from above and to the side, he probably couldn’t tell that I was aroused and lubricating madly, that my sex was getting puffy with arousal, or maybe even that my clit had become erect and was jutting out as it does.
Then again, maybe he could see that hard little pink nub - I could, quite easily - and he could see that my chest and throat were flushed, but that could just be the sun. My nipples were also hard, easy to note since they’re largish on my smallish boobs and stand up proudly, but that wasn’t all that unusual either. I’d already seen quite a few erect nipples there at the beach!
He, on the other hand, was right there, in plain sight, impressive masculinity and all! So when he took another dollop of sunscreen and smeared it over his lower belly and then moved on down to apply it to his cock and balls, I made no effort to not see, and I didn’t even pretend to not watch. I don’t know what I’d been expecting if anything, but rubbing the sunscreen on his cock looked very much like masturbating, something I’ve always loved to watch men do. Richie enjoys doing it for me on occasion, and it always leaves me very aroused.
He saw me watching his hands in action. “Am I embarrassing you?”
“What? Uh, I mean no. Y-you gotta get the sunscreen on it and that’s the only way. Better safe than sorry, right?” Instant blush! He wasn’t embarrassing me; I was loving what he was doing. What was embarrassing me was my body’s response to him! I’ve seen naked men before, and it’s always nice, but there was something about this setting, or maybe my fantasies from the previous day, and he was just so… oh, boy!
He smiled. “Absolutely! Of all the parts I don’t want sunburned, that one is at the top of the list.”
“You guys!” I laughed and went back to work finishing up the lotion on my legs, but I remained very aware of him and his continued fondling of himself as he massaged the sunscreen into his penis and balls. When he finished, I thought he looked a bit larger in both length and girth, whether from the beginnings of arousal or just the effects of rubbing and stretching it I wasn’t sure. I don’t think it was my imagination, but that’s another possibility.
He looked out at the water, where Richie was swimming slowly, parallel to the beach – the sidestroke so that he could watch us. “Is that your husband out there?”
“It is; that’s Richard. He, uh, loves to swim.”
“I saw you guys on the beach yesterday. You look good together.”
“Thanks. We saw you too.”
“Do you think he’d get jealous if I asked you to rub some lotion on my back for me?”
Unbelievable! He’d stolen my move! I thought it funny that he hadn’t been concerned about Richard’s possible jealousy when he’d approached me, both of us naked and his package dangling just inches from my face. “Um, no, I don’t think so. I mean, it’s just common sense, right? You can’t reach your own back.”
“Well, I’d say so, but I thought I’d ask. Will you?”
“Sure.” He held out a hand and I took it, and he pulled me to my feet. I suspect he used that opportunity to check out the parts of me he’d been unable to see earlier but I tried to play it cool like I’d done this a million times. He looked me over again as I stood in front of him, although not in a lewd or embarrassing way, and I suppose I did the same to him, hyper-aware of our nudity and so close together that I thought I could feel the heat of his body. It was probably just the warm tropical breeze, but that’s not where my mind was!
He held out the bottle and I brushed the sand off my hands before holding one out, and he squirted a generous puddle of the white cream into my cupped palm (instantly making my already aroused mind go elsewhere!) and turned around. His shoulders were wide and muscular, and I could almost have used his back for a chart of all the muscle groups, they were so well defined. And his ass… well, I had a strange desire to leave bite marks on it just so that it wouldn’t look quite so flawless. And also because I wanted to bite it, of course!
He bent forward slightly and I smeared the lotion across his shoulders and used both hands to start rubbing it in. His back was warm and firm, and his skin was smooth under the slipperiness of the lotion other than the slight grittiness of a few grains of sand that may have been on him or my hands. It wasn’t enough grit to matter, and I continued to work my way down his back, enjoying the contours of his muscles and the firmness of his body.
When it was mostly rubbed in and I still had his lower back to do, I again held out my hand for more lotion. It spurted out a little faster than he’d intended, I think, so with more than I needed I also did his sides from ribcage to hips as I finished his back. Hands still well-covered with sunscreen, I swiped them across the hard upper slope of his glutes, trying to use it up; it didn’t.
He looked at me over his shoulder. “I haven’t done my ass yet, if you need to use that up - unless you’d rather not, of course.”
Was he kidding? Sure, I’d been a little hesitant, but I’d wanted to squeeze that hard butt since I first saw it! “Nah, I don’t mind if I do! And I do have quite a bit extra to use up.”
And that’s how I came to be groping the ass of a naked man, almost a total stranger, right there on the beach! I was able to cover his entire ass liberally, laughing to myself at his vanity as he flexed his glutes, and to go from hips on down to the curve beneath his ass and the crevice where it met his thighs. I bit my lip nervously as I contemplated it, then took the plunge and ran my slippery fingers down the crack of his ass, intentionally teasing him and earning a small growl of pleasure.
“You ok?”
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “I’m more than ok, sure; you?”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’m good. This is crazy, huh?” I was so aroused I was almost shaking, but along with that came a boldness that I don’t normally possess. Richard and I share that trait, that we will both do things when we’re highly aroused that we’d never consider under other circumstances. Maybe it’s a more common thing than I’m aware of!
“More than, but good-crazy, not bad-crazy, right?”
“Definitely!”
“Be sure you get that area well-covered, it’s another one I’d hate to burn.”
I laughed as I ran my fingers down the valley between his hard cheeks again, this time intentionally teasing his little pucker and that area just in front of it and behind his balls. “Planning on going ass-up to the sun, are you?”
“You never know what position you might find yourself in on a day like this. Like you said, better safe than sorry.”
I teased his opening again and then accidentally brushed the back of his heavy ballsack with my fingertips, and he moaned softly. He also leaned forward just a bit and moved his feet farther apart, an unmistakable invitation to do more. Unfortunately, I’d about reached the limit of my arousal-influenced daring, which he seemed to realize.
“If you’d like to get the backs of my legs while you’re at it, I haven’t done them yet.”
I knew he could easily do his legs entirely on his own, that there was no logic in helping him as had been true with his back and that this was another obvious ploy. Still, it was tempting, but… I laughed and slapped his ass with a greasy palm. “I think you’re getting a little lazy now, Adam. I mean, not that I’d mind, but to do a good job I’d have to get a little personal…”
He interrupted. “That's cool with me.”
“I’m sure! Me too, but I’m not sure where Richard would come down on the issue. I am married, remember.”
“Ok, valid point. Now I can do your back if you like – and if you don’t think that would make him jealous.”
We’d finally gotten around to the point where I’d intended to start! “That’s the main reason I came ashore, was to put on sunscreen. I was going to wait for him to do my back,” I lied, “but I don’t think he’d mind.”
In truth, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind, given the way he’d responded to our fantasies and the things we’d talked about already. As far as him being jealous, I was far less certain about that. I didn’t know how Richard couldn’t be jealous; I knew I would be if the situation was reversed. But maybe for him, jealousy was part of the arousal factor, part of his fantasy! I hadn’t considered that, but it was an intriguing thought. I’d have to remember to ask him.
When Adam turned toward me it was obvious that he’d enjoyed my back rub and my teasing. He was visibly aroused, his cock semi-erect and standing almost straight out from his body. It was both longer and thicker than it had been in its dormant state and, roused from its slumber, it seemed to bob slightly with his heartbeat, the veins that vined around his shaft filling and swelling.
He waved the bottle in front of me, forcing me to tear my eyes away from his sex. “Sunscreen, remember? Turn around.” He squirted some lotion into his hand and gave me the bottle to hold, and as I reluctantly turned around I realized that I was barely embarrassed at all by his observation of my fascination with his growing cock.
As he began to rub the lotion into my shoulders, I scooped up my hair with both hands and held it above my head to expose my back – and keep my hair from getting slimed. He was thorough, and his big hands felt good on me, firm and strong, but just as I began to relax and enjoy it, his hands suddenly came around me and smothered my breasts. He squeezed them briefly but firmly before giving my hard nipples a quick pinch and withdrawing, but I jumped and gasped, quickly pulling my arms down.