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NOT ON THE TOWEL ! by AnonymousLast September, I went on holiday to Gran Canaria (one of the Canary Islands). Over the course of those two weeks, I had some wild experiences. I thought you guys and girls might be interested in one of them !On the second day of my stay, I discovered that the resort I was staying at - Playa del Ingles - had a nudist beach. Although I practice 'domestic nudism' while at home, and I'd been to a handful of naturist clubs in the past, I had never been to a nudist beach before. Naturally, I had to check it out at least once ! To get there, I had to walk a couple of miles along the seafront and past the busy regular beach with its signposts counting down the distance to my destination. Finally, I'd arrived.The nudist beach was teeming with men and women of all shapes and sizes, chillin' out in the sunshine. It was great ! As soon as I could, I stripped out of my T-shirt and shorts, put them in my rucksack, and made my way inland towards the slightly more secluded sand dunes. Being kind of noticeable (I'm black, 6' 1" and . . . um . . . well-endowed), I drew a few lingering glances - from women and men - as I walked across the sand. Being a bit of an exhibitionist, I had to concentrate to ensure that I didn't get an erection while I was still walking (!) Many couples and some single guys were scattered around in secluded dunes dotted around the landscape; I found a vacant sand dune about thirty feet from the nearest couple and set myself down on my beach-towel. I noticed that this couple were sheltering in front of a crescent-shaped wind-breaker made out of what looked like canvas. It was like a small tent with no front, meaning that they could only have been seen from one position. Mine. I seemed to have found a good spot . . .I lay in the sun for a few minutes, soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying my first experience on a nude beach. After I'd been relaxing for a few minutes, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was the couple closest to me. The lady had stood up and was checking out her surroundings. She looked to be in her late thirties / early forties; she had mousey-brown hair and a great body. I noticed she was listening to a walkman and was moving her body gently to the rhythm of the music. She was gorgeous, and it wasn't long before I was sporting a huge erection which, considering the circumstances, I didn't even try to hide. Every few seconds, her gaze swept around and lingered on me. Feeling brave, I gave her a broad smile. She paused and - to my surprise - she smiled and waved back !! All this time, her partner had been watching our interaction with interest while sheltering from the sun in their half-tent. She leant over to him, deliberately showing me her arse, and kissed him before joining him on the floor of the tent.I resigned myself to the fact that I'd had all the fun I was likely to get that afternoon, but kept an eye on the couple in the half-tent. I could see them both looking over towards me every few minutes. Although slowly diminishing, my erection was still fairly prominent and a dribble of pre-cum was hanging off the end of my uncircumcised cock. I looked around me once again. I couldn't believe I was lying in a public place, butt-naked and with a hard-on. People were still dotted around in the sand dunes or strolling along the beach some distance from us. I glanced once more at the tent-couple . . . and could NOT believe what I was seeing !The woman was lying on the beach-towel floor of the tent, propped up on her left elbow with her legs wide apart and her right hand frantically rubbing her clit ! From my position, I could see the man lying on his left side facing towards her. His right knee was raised and I could clearly see him rubbing his cock while she rubbed herself. My own cock, which had begun to diminish, suddenly sprang back to life. I thought "well, if they can do it, I can too . . .", took my cock in my hand, spread pre-cum over myself and started to masturbate. The woman, who had been lost in her own fun, looked up again and saw me jacking off; she stared at me for a minute, slowing her movements while she took in all of the detail. She then closed her eyes, threw back her head and began to give her pussy a real hammering. Having a stranger masturbate for her really seemed to be getting her going. By this time, the man was still stroking his cock, alternating between looking intently at my performance and sucking his partner's right nipple. Suddenly, she was over the edge ! She fell onto her back and began to thrust two of her left-hand fingers inside herself while her right hand continued strumming her clit. Her hips began to buck, slowly at first - but then building . . . and building . . . until her back arched and her muscles went rigid. After a moment or two, she collapsed onto the towel and began to massage her breasts slowly with her eyes closed.I felt like I'd been waiting for that moment all my life. I refused to let myself come because I wanted it to go on and on. My patience paid off, After a few minutes, they started again ! This time around, they did the same as before, but they interacted with eachother more; she sucked his cock while he rubbed her clit; she rubbed his cock while he nibbled her ear. And every so often, each would look up and watch me before continuing with greater urgency. This scene continued for about half an hour. Each of us was getting off on watching and being watched.Suddenly, the crunch came. I could see them deep in conversation for a moment and then the man clearly and unambiguously beckoned me over.My heart stopped. I didn't need to be asked twice, though. I got up, put on my sunglasses, picked up my bag and I used my beach towel to hide my throbbing, leaking cock. I covered the distance as coolly as I could so I didn't attract too much attention from the other sun-worshippers milling around the dunes. By the time I had reached them, the woman had shifted over to allow room for me on their towel. They spoke English, but with pronounced German accents.She said (and I'll remember this moment as long as I live) "I want to see you come . . ." She had already started masturbating in front of me !The man gestured for me to keep my distance. "No touching. Look, but don't touch.""No problem", I said. I'm wise enough to know when NOT to rock the boat . . .At this point, he stepped outside and began to act as a lookout to warn us of any approaching unwanted guests, which he needed to do on a couple of occasions. In the meantime, I was sat on a beach towel, inches away from a complete stranger, masturbating my hard, veined, dribbling cock while this middle-aged German woman rubbed her clit and dipped her fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Given the scenario, and given the build-up, it wasn't long before I was ready to come. I rubbed my cock faster. At this stage, she was getting more and more frantic and I could see her breathing becoming more and more laboured. I rubbed my cock FASTER ! She was rubbing harder and harder. Her eyes were now shut tight in concentration and her hips started bucking. I RUBBED MY COCK FASTER !!! That was it !! All I could hear was her heavy breathing while an urgent male voice was saying "Not on the towel ! Not on the towel !" At the point of no return, I turned my aim towards the sand and then what felt like gallons of spunk fountained out of my cock and over the sand !When I'd recovered, I looked back at her - she was just coming down from her back-arching moment. Her legs were still wide open and her hand was clamped to her pussy. Her man, lookout-duty over, rejoined his companion and gave her a passionate kiss. Not wanting to feel like a gooseberry, I told them they were both "venderbar", collected my things and disappeared (dazed and confused) up the beach. They both smiled and waved as I left. I did see them in the same spot several times during the holiday, but this first time was by far and away the best.This, I promise you, is a true story. If you ever go to Playa del Ingles in Gran Canaria you need to check out the nudist beach. You will NOT be disappointed.

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