Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun hung low in the sky, a bloated orange orb ready to dip into the sea, as I stepped from the beach to the rocks. The tide was retreating. I walked with difficulty over the rocks until I found the ideal place. The path through the rocks to the next beach was narrow and difficult, so only a few men waked there every now and then.
I spread my towel on a rock, in a place where it could be seen from the path. After much thought, I had decided to fulfill my exhibitionist fantasy. And that would be the perfect place. I could see the path from here, and the could see me from the path.
I took a deep breath, the salty air filling my lungs, and I felt a thrill of anticipation. I was nervous, sure, but there was something else too. Excitement. Arousal. A sense of liberation.
I lay down on the towel, my long, straight black hair fanning out around me. I was wearing only a thong, the fabric thin and barely there. I had shown my ass and tits on the beach before, but not in a secluded place like this. Not with the intention of showing off.
I lay on my stomach, put on my sunglasses, and pretended to read a book while I waited . The waves crashed against the rocks, the sound a steady rhythm, a lullaby to my nervousness. I could feel the sun on my back, warm and comforting, like a lover's touch.
The first man came into view. He was tall, with a lean frame, and a beard that was more salt than pepper. He wore a worn-out baseball cap and a t-shirt that said "Surf's Up." He walked with a confident stride, his eyes scanning the horizon. He didn't see me at first, but when he did, his steps faltered. But after a couple seconds, he regained his composure and continued walking.
I felt a pang of excitement at being seen naked by this stranger. How his gaze first went to my naked buttocks, then how he tried to guess my breasts from the side of my body. Not bad. But not different to what I was used to at any beach.
After a couple minutes, another man came into view. This one was younger, maybe in his early twenties, with a mop of curly hair and a smile that was too big for his face. He was wearing a pair of board shorts and a tank top, and he was walking with a friend. They were laughing and joking, and I could hear their voices carry over the sound of the waves.
The younger one saw me first. His eyes widened, and he stopped in his tracks. His friend looked at him, then followed his gaze to me. They both stared, their mouths open in surprise. I could feel their eyes on me, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn't look up from my book, but I could see them in my peripheral vision. They were whispering to each other, their eyes darting from me to the path and back again. I could imagine what they were saying. "Dude, look at that chick. She's naked!" "What the fuck? Is she crazy?" "Damn, she's hot."
Then they kept walking.
This was going fine. But I wanted more.