I went to the beach again yesterday. I went at 2:30 or so. Low tide was at 3:55. The temperature was supposed to go up to 63. It hit 69. I was shocked to find the parking lot half-empty. When I got down to the beach, very few people were there. I'm not sure why. At that temperature with sun and no wind, being nude on the beach is perfectly comfortable. I would have thought it would be packed. Of those who were there, almost all were naked. I walked to the far north end. There was a very pretty young woman just sitting there on a towel. She had died her hair flaming red, but her crotch hair was black. I found that amusing.
I came across two guys standing facing each other, fondling each other's erections. I approached and asked if I could watch. They smiled, and one of them said, "Thanks for asking. Sure you can watch. We're just doing a sensual thing, you know?"
I didn't know what meant by that, but they seemed to enjoy the audience of one. I on a large rock, and started wanking. They continued, pretty much ignoring me. I had a couple of dry orgasms, except they weren't dry. This is the second time that has happened to me on the beach: I feel like I'm dry ejaculating, but some thinner clear fluid comes out, like pre-cum, but lots of it. I stay hard, and it's as if nothing came out. It drooled down onto the rock I was sitting on, leaving a shiny, darkened wet streak, so it really looked like I had fully ejaculated. After a while, my dick softened, and I kind of lost interest, so I thanked them for the show, and started walking south. I was planning to leave if nothing else happened.
The beach is sandy for a fairly wide stretch at low tide. Then there are scattered rocks and boulders, then cliffs, as one heads east. There are about six places against the cliffs where people have made little circular areas surrounded by two or three-foot high piles of rocks that afford a bit of privacy. If you sit or lay down, people can't see what you might be doing. When people occupy those spaces, they may drape a shirt or towel over the edge to let people know their space is occupied.
Just as I was walking by a man stood, put his shorts back on, grabbed his pack, and left his space. I took it over. The bottom was covered with smooth sand. Someone really put some time into making the space homey. I laid my towel in the sand, and feeling a sense of safety, I started a long, slow wanking session. When I've wanked in plain sight on the beach, I always have a slight fear that an authority could come along and give me a citation or something. I'm pretty sure that never happens, but still... So in the little circle, I felt quite safe, even though there was a guy in the next space, about 20 feet away, who could clearly see what I was doing. His was slightly higher up than mine, so I could only see his head. I couldn't tell, but he seemed to be moving slightly.He may have been reading a book, but I'm guessing he was jerking off also. Him seeing me wanking didn't concern me. In fact, it rather excited me.
So anyway, I really got into a dry orgasming session. So much so that I was involuntarily arching my back, jerking my whole body, and moaning. I lasted quite a while, but finally went too far, and quickly sitting up so I wouldn't spurt all over my towel, I came in the sand.
I strolled toward the stairs at the south entrance of the beach, put on my clothes, walked up the trail, and drove home, a very satisfied person.
The picture above is me at Marshall's. It was not taken yesterday, but the last time I was at the beach
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