Chapter 1: Introduction
"How the hell are we going to make it to the beach on time?" Says Rachel, a stunningly hot blonde woman in her mid 20s with her voluptuous body encased in a white one-piece bathing suit. "The road's closed, and if I don't see John before he leaves town, I'm out the money he owes me", Rachel complains as she adjusts her skin-tight bathing suit that barely contains her 32-C breasts and tight ass.
Jenny, a bubbly and energetic redhead, is not herself today, as she reflects the concerns of her best friend Rachel. She knows that her body is not as perfect as Rachel's, but that doesn't stop men from going crazy when she wears a bikini. Today she wore a red one-piece suit similar to what Rachel chose to wear today. "I don't know Rachel. Most of the beach in this area is blocked off by high wooden fences. Some sort of private area. Is there a way around?"
Jenny asks, her eyes scanning the perimeter as she pulls her fiery red hair into a high ponytail, the tendrils framing her sparkling green eyes. She squints against the sun, her toned arms tanned from a summer of outdoor adventures.
Rachel sighs, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she leans against their car, the heat of the day already causing beads of sweat to form on her forehead. "I don't see any way around. I think that's the way into that private beach area. Let's go ask if we can pass through."
The two youthful ladies walk on the hot sand, as they approach a man guarding the entrance in a little booth. Jenny speaks first. "Hey, is there any chance we can pass through the beach? The road is closed and we really just need to make it over there", Jenny explains as she points with the her finger.
Rachel nods in agreement with her head tilted, her eyes squinting from the sun and head tilted to the side with her hands on her hips as she looks at man. He looks at her up and down in a knowing way. He finally speaks. "Well, the entrance fee is $20 each, and we have a strict policy against any swimsuits or other cover-ups." Jenny is confused. "What do you mean, like we have to wear regular clothes or something?" Jenny asks, her brows furrowing as she tries to understand.
Barry, the nude beach clerk, leans back in his chair and smiles, his tanned, wrinkled skin glinting in the sunlight. "No, darlin', I mean no clothes at all. This here's a nude beach. Clothing and swimsuits ain't allowed." He winks at Rachel, who turns a deep shade of red, her cheeks flaming.
"I-I can't do that," Rachel stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know too many people here."
"Well suit yourself, sweetheart! You came here, obody's forcing your arm. You can carry your swimsuits while you pass through, then put them back on again."
Jenny leans in to talk to Rachel privately. "20 dollars? That's outrageous. Just give him the money you have in your cleavage Rachel so we can get the hell out of here."
"What?! No way! Those flimsy fences aren't going to stop me from seeing Barry's flaccid dick, is it? Jenny thinks to herself as she blushes.
Rachel's cheeks turn from red to pink, then finally white. "I can't do this. I can't just... take my clothes off and walk through a crowd of people. What if I see someone I know?"
Jenny gives her a reassuring smile. "Relax, Rach. It's not like we're going to parade around naked. We'll just be passing through. And who knows? Maybe it'll be fun."
Rachel looks at her like she's crazy. "Fun? How could this possibly be fun?"
Barry interrupts. "Ladies, there is a line building up behind you to get in. Take those suits off NOW. Come on, tits and pussies out, just like everyone else." Barry's eyes linger on Rachel's ample chest, his smirk growing wider.
Rachel's mouth drops open, and she looks at Jenny for support. But Jenny just grins and starts to slowly pull down the zipper of her one-piece. "You heard the man, Rach. Let's get this show on the road."
Rachel's breath hitches as she watches Jenny step out of her bathing suit, revealing her toned body and pert breasts. She looks at the line of people waiting, all of them naked and unfazed. She takes a deep breath and starts to unzip her own suit.
She peels it off slowly, revealing her petite frame, her small, perky breasts, and her narrow hips. She can feel her nipples hardening under the gaze of the crowd, and she quickly crosses her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself.
Jenny looks at Rachel. "Alright, let's just get across this damn beach so we can put our suits back on as fast as possible.
The sand is hot beneath their feet, and the sun is scorching on their bare skin as their breasts bounce with each step, their bodies glistening with sweat. Men and women are everywhere without a stitch of clothing on. Several are even making love, men thrusting into women while under beach umbrellas. Rachel didn't realize that this was also a sex zone. She begins to walk faster as men begin to look at them, their cocks visibly becoming hard. No wonder it cost so much money to get in. This is not really a nude beach: this is a sex beach. And by volunteeringly entering with no bathing suit, they just created concsent for anyone who approaches them.
They quickly realize that no one here is interested in just sunbathing. Men begin to approach them, their cocks already hard and ready. Rachel's heart begins to race, and she feels a strange mix of fear and excitement. She is not the type to have random sex with strangers, but the situation is so primal and raw that she can't help but feel a certain thrill.
A tall, muscular man with a thick cock approaches Jenny. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and husky. "You're new here, aren't you?"
Jenny smiles at him, her green eyes sparkling.
"I guess we are new here," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. Before she can finish her sentence, the man already begins lowering her onto the sand on her back, gently pushing her legs apart. She gasps in surprise but doesn't resist. She looks over at Rachel, who is also being guided down onto the sand by another man.
Rachel's eyes widen in shock as she feels the coarse sand beneath her bare back, her legs being spread open. She tries to close them, but the man firmly holds them apart. "What are you doing?" she asks, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. She looks around and sees that they are surrounded by men, all of them naked and hard. One of them takes their bathing suits from their hands and flings them away.
A seagull, swooping down in the sky, mistakes the colorful fabric for fish and snatches it, flying off with their only way to cover up. They both watch in horror as the seagull disappears with their suits, leaving them completely nude and vulnerable.
"What the fuck?" Jenny exclaims, sitting up and looking around frantically. "Where are our suits?"
Rachel's eyes widen in panic. "That bird just flew off with them!"
The men around them chuckle, and one of them squirts a clear liquid onto Jenny's pussy. She jumps at the sudden, cold sensation. "What the hell is that?" she demands, looking up at the man.
"Lotion," he says with a grin. "To make things smoother."
Another man does the same to Rachel, and she gasps, her body tensing.