Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 Nudist beach
I was woken by Bob on the room phone. "Hey sleepyhead; how do you fancy a nudist beach picnic?" He sounded indecently cheery. “We down at the pool bar; if you hurry you’ll have time for coffee and a croissant.
When I got there, Bob, Mary and the children were sitting round one of the tables. Mary was wearing a pretty blue dress tied in at the waist; without any makeup on, she looked a lot younger than I had thought when I had first seen her. Bob was in shorts and a shirt, Molly was wearing a short pleated skirt, T-shirt and flip-flops and Harry, to my surprise was also wearing a dress and his flip-flops had a flower on the top, just like his sister’s. “He thinks girls get more attention,” Mary said, putting an arm across his shoulders, which he promptly ducked out of. I was wearing white tennis shorts and a floral shirt that someone had bought me as a present.
“You’d better tell him,” Mary said; she was eating yoghurt out of the pot.
Bob looked at me. “This beach we’re going to; it’s a bit special, private.” I must have looked puzzled because he went on; “have you ever been to a nudist beach?” I shook my head. “Well,” he said. “If you had, you’d know that there were all kinds of rules about how to behave, especially with children around. The difference with this one is that it’s very private and there are hardly any rules.”
Mary interrupted. “The main rule is the same as anywhere else; you do nothing with anyone that they’re not happy about.”
Molly and Harry had slipped off their stools and were having an impromptu race around the pool. “Sounds good to me,” I said. A waiter came over and told Bob that his car was here. “I’ve hired a car for the day,” Bob explained as we all got up. There was a pile of stuff beside Mary’s chair and I was given a heavy cold box to carry; we all trooped out (or staggered in my case) to the front of the hotel where a man handed Bob the keys to a big old range Rover parked outside. Bob was driving and Mary sat up front next to him, so I ended up in the middle of the back seat, with Molly on one side and Harry the other; their bare legs pressed against mine.
As we drove off Molly elbowed me; when I bent down she whispered in my ear; "I don't got any panties on." Just in case I believe her, she pulled her skirt up to reveal her bare thighs and her smooth little mons.
“I have,” Harry said, not bothering to whisper. He pulled the hem of his dress up to his waist to reveal a pair of pink panties which was stretched over the bulge of his cock and balls.
This caused the inevitable reaction and both children burst into fits of giggles as my swelling cock pushed out the front of my shorts. I looked up and saw that Bob was watching in his mirror with an amused grin on his face. “Wait ‘till we get there,” he said. He seemed to know where he was going as we followed the coast road for a while and then turned off onto a dirt track. All we could see on either side were scraggy pine trees; after a while we turned off again and drove onto what was little more than a sandy track leading into the dunes. I was surprised when we stopped at a gate in a fairly substantial fence. “It used to belong to the army,” Bob said by way of explanation as he got out and punched a code into the lock.
It was another half mile further on before we came to an area with a dozen cars parked up. We bailed out and I ended up with a cold box again; then we set off along a sandy path between some trees. There was a bit of a climb and then, when we got to the top there was a glorious view of the azure Mediterranean. The sky was blue with just the odd fluffy white clouds and I was dripping with sweat by the time we got to the edge of the narrow beach.
There were quite a few people around; half a dozen kids playing beach volleyball and several couples, some old and some young, just strolling – everyone was naked and I decided that I preferred it when the old folks kept their kit on; naked children however were a sight to gladden the heart (and other organs). Bob led us off the beach into a kind of grassy hollow, screened by some trees, where we set up camp. I put cold box down and everyone else set to work to make a sort of camp.
When we were finished, Mary insisted that the children needed to be creamed. “We don’t want sunburn,” she said. The children wasted no time stripping off and Bob spread factor 50 all over Molly, while Mary did the same for Harry, laughing when his cock got stiff. The soon as the children were protected to mummy’s satisfaction, they decided that it was her turn to be creamed.
Like the children, Mary had nothing on under her dress. Her tits were small and firm, with big brown nipples and I could see the pale outline from where she’d been sunbathing in a bikini. I began to wonder if she really was the mother of the two children. Her belly was flat, with no sign of stretch marks and there was no sign of any hair between her legs. I sat and watched as the children set to work the Bob came over to sit beside me. “She’s quite something isn’t she,” he said with a grin. Harry was smearing white cream over her tits while Molly was creaming her legs.
“You’re quite a family,” I said. “How long have you been… err… playing together?”
“Ever since they were babies,” he said. “Mary’s parents were missionaries and she was born on a Pacific island where children were introduced to sex before they were weaned. The whole population was practically wiped out by an epidemic of measles and Mary was evacuated to Australia which is where I met her. She was twelve years old and it was kinda love at first sight.
Interesting though the story was, I couldn’t take my eyes off what was going on in front of us. The children had swapped places and the game had moved on from spreading sun cream to something more. Molly was massaging her mother’s tits and sucking on her nipples, making them stand up even more, while her brother seemed to be experimenting to see how many fingers he could get in Mary’s cunt.
Bob stood up. “Let’s go for a walk,” he said.
What do you do?