Destination Unknown

Destination Unknown

I was in sunny Australia, having travelled from the United States where the weather was cold and wintry.  I work in a corporate office, am what people call strait-laced and sensible and in public I am, but inwardly I want nothing more than to be outrageous and flirtatious.  I envy colleagues who have all the confidence in the world.  At functions they’re up dancing and drinking; totally at ease with themselves.  I want to be like them, I also want to let myself go, enjoy being who I am without worrying about what people think of me.  So, with that in mind, this holiday I decided was going to be very different.  I was determined to lose my inhibitions and being here, so far from home, where no one knew me or expected me to behave in a way they were accustomed to, was the perfect place to do just that.

                 Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of who I am and how I present myself.  My parents split when I was only young and I had to grow up quickly.  Didn’t have a huge group of friends as my mother had to work and I helped out with the cooking and cleaning. My father was an egotistical bastard and my mother quite shy and humble.  She’s full of pride whenever she speaks of me and that alone makes my sacrifices insignificant.   To see the glow in her face and know I’m the one who puts it there is more than I can ask for.

                 I was desperate now for the new me to emerge and so far, I’d come a long way in achieving it.  I’d brought a skimpy bikini, had worked hard on a nearly all over tan and each day I felt myself growing bolder and more self-assured.  My blond hair was bleached from the sun, streaked with highlights and combined with my new skin color it had me appearing to be like one of the locals.  I’d met a few guys, had drinks and dinner with one.  He was charming but seriously only had one thing on his mind and I wasn’t that keen to hop in the sack with just anyone.  I’m not a virgin, I’ m just particular with whom I sleep with and like to make the right choices.

                 Back home I’d dated a great guy, Warren, who’d I’d known since our early school years.  We were childhood sweethearts and it was expected that we marry.  The trouble was the spark really wasn’t there for me.  s*x was nice and easy but I wanted what I read about in books and saw in movies.  I wanted lustful, raw, meaningful s*x.  I wanted to be swept off my feet and stay uplifted.  Warren and I were still friends and I knew he was hopeful we’d get back together but as far as I was concerned that wasn’t an option any longer.

                 That was the main reason I took this trip Downunder.  It was as far away from the States as I could be and the chances of bumping into anyone, I knew were very remote.  I could be anyone I wanted to be and with that in mind I allowed myself to be swallowed up by other holidaymakers, enjoying their fun and euphoria and allowing it to encase me.

                 I chose to spend most of my holiday in Victoria.   I’d visited the Gold Coast, Perth and Sydney.  I loved Tasmania and did a quick visit to Ayers Rock which was awesome.  The sun’s hue behind the rock is indescribable, something I’ll never forget. 

                 In the Angelsea - Lorne area where I was staying, I was quite happy to be on my own at the beach, to slowly build my confidence, but now, with the school holiday period upon us, the best positions were being taken by families. I decided to drive along the shoreline, discover another beach, preferably one where there weren’t so many children. 

                 Unbeknown to me there was a nudist beach nestled amongst the many small inlets and coves along the Torquay coast, one of the most popular of beaches in Victoria and I accidentally stumbled upon it.

                 I did tell this story to my best friend back home and she scoffed not believing my innocence regarding the nudism but I swear it’s true, after all I’ve just told you my inner most thoughts so to launch myself into an environment so out of my comfort zone was quite remarkable.

                 Obviously, not having been to a nude beach before I wasn't sure of what the etiquette was but as I was determined to try something new, so once I hit the beachfront, I thought I'd just strip off immediately and head for a secluded area.

                 Thoughts raced through my mind.  What would my mother think, my colleagues and friends?  Would people stare, would my flushed face give away the fact this was my first time.  Could I pull this off, this most outrageous of all things I’ve ever done.  There was only one way to find out.

                 Sucking in my stomach, I tried to appear nonchalant as I strolled along with a small picnic hamper.  Stumbling over the sand was making me very aware of my bare cheeks and wobbling breasts, not to mention the rubbing of the inner parts of the top of my thigh, an area I always found stimulating when touched.

                 No one was paying any attention to me so with my sunglasses on, every now and again; I'd have a quick perv.  There were mainly couples, a few singles, and one absolutely gorgeous male body lying prone just to my right.

                 My eyes gravitated towards him.  He was so, so perfect he took my breath away.  His c**k, looking like a cobra, was lying flopped over the top part of his thigh.  It was absolutely enormous.  He had sunglasses on so I couldn’t tell if he was awake or asleep.

                 I slowed my pace just a fraction and hoped he wasn’t looking at me.  I didn’t want him to know how much his spectacular body affected me.  His torso rippled with muscles.  His hands were behind his head which pushed his chest out further.  He had toned legs, and his body was suntanned all over, a dark patch of pubic hair drew my eyes back towards his crotch again and that amazing c**k.

                 Just as I was about to walk past, he casually threw out one leg and gave me a bird’s eye view of two perfect balls.  Tight as a drum, they nestled to shield his puckered hole. 

                 Had he done that on purpose?  He must have known his effect on people.  No one could be that handsome with such an amazing body and not know about it.  I was surprised he was here on his own.

                 I knew I had a good figure, especially now that I was tanned and pretty toned myself having done quite a lot of walking and exercising the three weeks I’d been travelling. 

                 I have the sort of breasts men always ogle at, probably why I dress down back home.  Anyway, I was a bit rattled by this gorgeous, probably Latin American, or Italian stallion, and found myself blushing furiously, unsure of where to sit.  I decided not to be too close to anyone else, especially someone like him so I walked on.  I wasn’t quite ready to be chatting to a stranger whilst being naked.

                 When I finally found a secluded area, I lay my towel down using my bikinis and top as a small cushion to rest my head.  It felt fabulous to be naked under the hot sun, enjoying it warm up your body, feel it on areas which hadn't seen the sun since I was about two.

                 From the picnic hamper I opened a bottle of chilled wine I’d brought with me and nervously drank straight from the neck, not interested in pouring it into a glass.  No one was about so I gulped down another swig and with the wine spreading its fire through my veins I finally relaxed and lay back to enjoy the atmosphere.

                 I heard the music from someone’s radio in the distance and with the words of “Madonna’s, Like a Virgin”, swirling through my mind, I chuckled as I lay back down.

                 So here I was lying naked under the hot Australian sun.  Something so absolutely alien to me.  I wondered what people do here?  I mean I know people enjoy the sun and the freedom of being naked but do they seriously get up and play cricket or soccer like they do at other beaches.

                 Will someone put up a volleyball net and begin to play?  The thought of breasts jiggling and p***s’s swaying had me chuckling while my nerves settled.  As I relaxed further my mind drifted to s*x and Warren.  What would he think if he saw me now?  I was sure he’d be horrified.  I couldn’t imagine him doing something as outrageous as this even if we were a couple.

                 So, with s*x now on my mind I imagined what it would be like doing it out here in the open.  Not in front of people but just at the beach in a secluded area with the sun beating down on you.  Would it be uncomfortable on the sand?  Would you be able to really relax and let yourself go?  I couldn’t imagine it happening, couldn’t imagine anyone being such an exhibitionist.

                 My knees were bent up and I parted my legs a fraction, breathing in the salty air, enjoying this new experience as the sun kissed my p***y.  It felt good I must tell you.  Sucking in my stomach I allowed my hand to trail across it before moving downwards towards my mound.  Goosebumps covered my flesh as I rested it there, plucking at the odd pubic hair while I carefully lifted my head to make sure no one was watching.

                 No one was.

                 So now that I knew no one was around I have to confess I couldn’t get that guy and his gorgeous c**k out of my mind.  I began to fantasize what it would be like if he came over and seduced me.  How would he go about it?  Being seduced whilst clothed is one thing, but naked and in the open, well that would certainly be something else.

 I filled some wine into a glass and as I sipped, I watched the waves crash and recede taking shells and debris with it only to bring them forward again.  It was monotonous but stimulatingly captivating.  Hard to explain but my eyes were riveted to the water’s edge as the minutes ticked by.  It was as though I was mesmerized by the sight and sound of the ocean.

                 This experience was so very exhilarating and definitely the highlight of my trip.  I loved the sea air and listening to the crashing of waves was very relaxing so I allowed my mind to wander to more exhibitionistic thoughts which consumed me.

                 I don’t know how long I lay there in a state of wonder and longing before my p***y began to throb and the only thoughts in my mind now were of some sort of s****l release.

                 My body was hot, a slight film of perspiration covered it and as I peered down, I noticed my n*****s erect, stimulated by my fantasy.  With the coast still clear I ran my hand down over my slit, dropping my legs apart a fraction more.  Oh God, it was so wickedly exciting.  I peered about, making sure I was still alone, that no one was watching me.  A finger lightly played around a fold as I lay there touching myself enjoying my insides warm up nearly as much as my skin was on the outside. 

                 I was thrilled to discover I was wet as my fingers ran along my slit before I slipped one into my p***y.  I sighed, smiling with pleasure when I realized how just how deliciously wet, I was.  Then in went another finger, deeper and deeper before another and then with a grateful sigh I was allowing my thumb to rub my nub, reveling in the delicious sensation of stimulating my c**t, on the verge of coming. 

                 I couldn’t believe what I was doing.  I have to admit I was thinking about that guy so it was easy for me to lose myself in the fantasy, the image of his c**k erect had me panting with desire.

                 The squawking of a bird had me closing my legs together anxiously, even though my thighs were shaking from the pleasure I’d almost given myself and also the fear of being caught.  I didn't want to stop, and seeing I was still alone I pulled back the hood of my c**t and rubbed furiously, the whole time I quickly peered left and right just to make sure no one stumbled upon me. It was so rebellious, so wickedly foreign to me, that I found my legs opening again and the hot sun warmed me up like nothing ever had before.

                 Within seconds I was coming, gasping for a breath before continuing, my c**t electrified that it only took seconds for another o****m to flow, the spasms coming to a shuddering halt as my juices seeped from me.  Without removing my finger, I lay back, my breathing calming, and the after effect of coming consuming and relaxing my whole mind and body. 

                 I laughed at my boldness unable to comprehend how I, Vanessa Martin, had come to do something so outrageous.  I rolled over onto my stomach, fingers still deep inside relishing and wanting to relive the moment.  My body was tingling all over, my legs felt weak and if I’m sure if I had to stand, I would have collapsed. 

                 Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d ever do something like that.  I smiled as the sun’s rays kissed my back.  I allowed the tension to disappear an earthly calmness washed over me.

                 I must have dozed for a while because the heat on my back was beginning to get very hot.  Then suddenly I froze.  A hand ran across my butt; gently at first and then more determined, searching around the c***k before sliding further down over my hole and to the fingers that were still buried inside my p***y.

                 A flush of embarrassment and guilt consumed me as I became rigid. 

                 A slight chuckle had me tensing.  What should I do?  I didn't want to face anyone.  I didn't want to be judged by someone who thought perhaps m**********g was not something I should be doing in public.  How long had I been asleep and had this person witnessed what I’d been doing?

                 Another part of me found it extremely erotic to be here with a stranger, someone I didn’t know, couldn’t see, and right out in the open with a person who was also naked.  Who was this person and what should I do now?

                 I tensed, then froze with apprehension and even fear as a tongue slid its way up and down my c***k, nice and wet over my drying skin.  A hand lightly caressed my back, the inside of my arms, then down to my bum as I carefully removed my fingers, still leaving them close but not in my p***y.  The hands were now spreading my cheeks and I gasped as the sun shone warmly on my puckered hole.

                 The tongue lapped at it, probing, trying to push its way in.  I’d never in my life allowed anyone near that part of my body.  I clenched my cheeks together tightly and the tongue moved further down towards my p***y and now there was nothing in the way.

                 I was overawed at this person’s boldness and my vulnerability but that quickly turned to something else as I continued to allow him to have his way with me. The hands pulled my legs apart and a body lay between them.  The tongue lapped at me while thumbs pulled my lips open and the tongue tried to worm its way in.

                 Wiggling, I lifted my butt upwards to accommodate him and the hands held onto my hips while the body moved further between my thighs.  The fingers gripped into my flesh; and pushed me upwards.  I leaned on my elbows my head hanging down, eyes closed, not wanting to see who was behind me but desperate to continue with this erotic interlude. The body was inching closer; hands came around and grabbed at my hanging breasts.  A soft murmur of approval was close to my ear as the fingers kneaded my warm flesh, weighing my breasts in the palm of their hands, squashing them upwards to massage.

                 I sighed loudly enjoying every second.  The leisurely way he was making love to me had a tranquil quality, almost dreamlike and with my eyes still closed it was easy to believe that this was indeed just a dream I’d conjured up.

                 A quick tweaking of my n*****s had them rigid and then I gasped as the hand probed roughly between my thighs, hard, strong fingers slammed into me, into my p***y.  Fingers pushing in, three, four, and then finger f*****g me before easing their way back out.  I gasped, not on fright or alarm but in utter longing, the ache deep inside me wanting to be set free, to erupt from its hidden shyness, to be released and allowed to hunger.

                 Peering down and back through glazed eyes, I could just see knuckles disappearing below my mound.  I reached down, ran my finger over my pulsating c**t and smeared my juices over.  The body leaned into me further, a c**k slid in, almost agonizingly slowly.  My knees threatened to buckle as I almost swooned with utter pleasure.

                 Slowly and in a surreal moment he began to f**k me.  I came by the second thrust, my juices oozing from me, my body yearning, wanting to explode again and again from utter and desperate hunger.

                 Then just as I was about to come again, he abruptly pulled my cheeks apart.  The c**k eased out, rubbing along my slit before coming back to probe my hole, trying to penetrate before a finger was slowly inserted into my rectum. 

                 I tensed but a smack on my butt had me relax again.  I don’t’ know why but I trusted he would not hurt me.  I wiggled around, now desperate, even eager for his finger to slip further, deep inside, while my vaginal walls, slippery and wet welcomed his c**k back.  I lifted my head up causing my butt to tilt and the finger almost slipped out. 

                 I gasped, uttering only these words, 'Hmmm…oh …. Oh yeah.'

                 At least two fingers were then inserted, ramming into my hole while the c**k began to pummel me.  The sensation of both had me on a rollercoaster of emotions.  The rawness of this situation, what I would have thought of shameful and shocking earlier was now an extremely erotic encounter that was beyond description.

                 The body had no voice.  The c**k said all that need to be said as it thrust into me.  I closed my eyes tight, and in my mind tried to imagine what someone might think, if they stumbled upon us, out here in the open, having the wildest, kinkiest s*x. 

                 I imagined someone joining us and with that thought I pushed back harder with every thrust, my elbows digging into the sand, sweat dripping from my breasts, my hair hanging about my face, clinging to my skin, my knees feeling the coarseness of the sand, even through my towel. 

                 ‘Harder,’ I screamed whorishly, ‘harder!’  The voice, the sound of my voice unknown to me.

                 He obliged willingly.  My juices dripped onto the towel, down the inside of my thighs as he ground into me.  My whole body was shaking with fatigue even though there was an adrenalin rush running through me.  The experience was so amazing so when the hand slapped my butt hard, my eyes flew open and my mouth made an 'O'.

                 Then the hand was slapping faster and each time it did my p***y contracted further.  I'd never been s*****d before and with every smack I felt the welts rising.  I loved it, absolutely and utterly.  The fingers tightened on my flesh and the body ground into me, his mound hard up against my puckered hole, balls slapping against me as he shot his load.

                 Shuddering beside me, his droplets of perspiration fell, drying as quickly as they landed.  His c**k finally went slack as our juices mingled together to drip onto my towel.  I was still on all fours, my legs quivering, shaking as the body removed himself. I didn’t hear him say a word, didn’t hear him move off, was unsure of what to do.

                 I felt ridiculous still up on all fours and finally snuck a look over my shoulder surprised to see no one was there.  I collapsed onto my towel shocked beyond belief at what had just transpired.

                 I replayed the encounter in my mind.  My face was hidden in my towel, flushed with embarrassment.  I wondered who the man had been, what had he looked like, how old and in what shape, was he the only one there, did anyone else witness this display of unadulterated s****l coupling or should I say just plain old f*****g?

                 Later, after my beating heart rested and I felt as composed as I could be, I rose, noting the only evidence of this mysterious encounter were scratch marks and bruises on my thighs and hips. 

                 I downed the rest of the wine and wondered how it had all come about.  As erotic as the encounter had been it had also been a total invasion of not just my privacy but of my body.  The audacity of the unknown person was beyond comprehension.  Oh, I knew I too was to blame; I could have put a stop to it but the nerve of this deviant to do what he’d done so boldly and unashamedly was astounding.

                 So, what to do now?  The ramifications of what I done horrified me.

                 I made my way back to the car trying very hard to walk normally, my p***y swollen, the lips protruding, my thighs rubbing against them, reminding me of the wonderful workout I had just had.  

                 On the way, with my sunglasses perched on my nose I eyed everybody laying there wondering which one of them had been the one who’d ravished me.  There seemed to be double as many people now than when I’d arrived.

                 The Stallion I’d fantasized about earlier was still there.  He had two women lying in the crook of each arm.  They peered up at him adoringly.  His c**k I noticed was rigid, standing up of its own accord.  I tried not to stare but my eyes had a mind of their own.

                 He lifted his sunglasses as though in salute.

                 I blushed furiously.  Had it been him?  Had these women watched, given silent orders, had they been the orchestrators of the whole event or had he taken it upon himself?  Where had they even come from?

                 I dressed in the car park eyes still searching vainly.  I went back four days in a row and lay in the exact same spot, in the exact same way but he never returned.

                 It bothered me it didn’t happen again and that I had no idea who this man was.  I’d dreamed up all sorts of body types and nationalities but in the end, it was always the Stallion who surfaced. 

                 I finished my holidays in a different frame of mind from when I arrived.  The fact I’d even allowed the situation to play out gave me the confidence to realize that anything was possible in life and life had to be explored in many ways. 

                 The encounter will always bring a smile to my face and with my inhibitions now well and truly gone I’m happy to say I’ll be searching where our nudist beaches are and hopefully show some men what I learned Downunder … no pun intended.