In the middle of November a number of years back, Cheryl and I were on Sanibel Island in Florida. It was known then – and to a much smaller degree today – as a place that hosted a “free” or nude beach. That beach area also had a reputation as a place where masturbators gathered. I could not wait to slip away from my wife and head to the nude area and see who was there masturbating!
The first day
there, I walked west on the beach to an area where trees lined the
waterfront. The beach seemed deserted
and the only other people I saw laying on towels appeared to be naked. I slipped off my trunks and continued
walking. I started playing with my cock
and soon was pumping a nice, full erection. No one else was in sight, and it
felt good to be nude, in the sunshine, making love to my own penis.
All of a
sudden, about 75 feet in front of me, up on a ledge along the beach, this
30-something lady sits up from her beach towel.
She had on a bikini, but she got an eyeful of naked me and my
masturbation!
I don’t believe in exposing myself to people who don’t want to watch. I also did not want to get arrested. I ducked behind a nearby bush and slipped my shorts back on. My cock was still bulging, but oh well. I walked past her and said hello, feeling a little sheepish. She smiled back and said, “Hi!” She had on a pink bikini and was really a cute brunette.
I walked
about 150 feet farther down the beach to where the tree line started. Erosion was causing the trees to fall into
the Gulf and there were spaces on the beach between them to place a towel and
have a relatively protected area to nude sunbathe. I turned around and saw that the woman had
taken off her top. I figured she was
there for the same reason I was so I tossed down my towel, stripped-off my
shorts and sat on the hard-packed sand.
I stretched
my legs out in front of me. My penis,
which was still half-erect, began to fully stiffen in the warmth of the Florida
sun. I turned and looked up toward the
woman. Sitting up, she was looking at me
with a slight smile on her face. Did she
know what many men do in this area? Did
she want to watch? I casually reached
down and touched my cock, my fingers tracing the underside and the head. It felt so good!
I glanced her way again after a minute or so. She was watching and seemed intrigued. I got bold and put my full fist around my penis and started pumping. I wanted to shout out “I LOVE TO MASTURBATE!” I didn’t, but I thought how much I enjoyed being watched. I looked back her way and she was tilting her head, still smiling at me. I looked at her bare breasts soaking up the warmth of the sun. Her nipples, even from a distance, seemed nice and pert. I wondered if she was getting wet.
Soon I exploded in a solo-love orgasm, the sperm shooting up and landing all over my hand, my arm, all over my crotch and my legs. It felt so good! I wiped my hand off on my towel and collapsed onto my back, catching my breath. After a moment, I raised myself on my hands and looked over at my friend in the pink bikini bottom. Her smile had grown larger. She gave me a little wave. I smiled and waved back! She apparently had enjoyed my show!
I was hoping
she might reciprocate but she quickly put her top on, gathered her towel and
disappeared. I sat there for a minute
wondering why she hurried off so fast.
Did she get spooked? Did she
realize the Sheriff was nearby and that we were about to be arrested? Nudity was and is prohibited on the beach,
although that doesn’t stop a lot of people.
The Sheriff and police have been known to patrol this area and ticket or
arrest people who are nude or engaging in sex acts.
I could hear other people on the beach on the other side of some downed trees to my right. They were probably nude, and sounded quite rowdy. It was all male voices, so I surmised it as a gay group. As I am an equal opportunity masturbator, I considered wandering over there to introduce myself and find a ‘bate buddy or two.
However, since I had just had an orgasm and was spent for a while, and since my lady friend bolted so suddenly, I decided that maybe I should not push it. I quickly dressed and left that area.
That was in
November of 1999. A few years later,
Hurricane Charley came ashore near there and devastated the beaches. When we returned to Sanibel a year after the
hurricane, the area with the trees had been altered. The trees were gone and the protection they
afforded nude sunbathers went with them. While there were people going nude in
that area, there seemed to be a bit of paranoia. The nudists, now out in the open on the
beach, dressed quickly whenever anyone came within a couple hundred yards of
them. The easy-going vibe I encountered
a few years before was gone. Also gone
was the chance to masturbate on the beach and meet other masturbators.
We visited again in 2015. Nothing had changed from the previous trip. That portion of beach still had no trees like before. A couple of nude people were up by the dune and grass line, under small scrub trees that had sprung. That was it. Newspapers there had stories of people getting arrested for nudity and masturbation; I didn’t want to be one of them, so I kept my shorts on and my masturbatory thoughts in check.
I still
think back to that day twenty-one-years-ago and to that lady who watched me
masturbate. I have thought of that
experience numerous times when I masturbate.
I wonder if that topless cutie has done the same!
