My First Visit to an Old Man's Nude Beach: Studying Old Men's Cocks & Sagging Balls
I got an education about nude beach behavior and the physical & sexual changes happening to old men [Sex Confession]
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I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish handbooks on how to train us, young women, for sex and share my sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and submissive teen (18+) slut. Yes, a slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural. #FreeTheNipple #FreeThePussy
On a Friday in mid-January five years ago, after lunch, I got home in the early afternoon. I lived right on the beach. Well, I still officially live there. No, I’m not a spoiled brat — I’m trying to convince myself here! I borrowed a South Florida beach condo from a generous old man. I was 21 years old. He’s a friend of my daddy and only visits from up North once or twice a year.
The condo is on the corner of the building, on the first floor. When I open the door, sand caresses my feet. More interestingly, the front windows give me a direct view of the beach and the ocean. I love it!
I’m an exhibitionist, although I prefer to say that “I enjoy being nude in public” because “exhibitionism” often comes with a negative connotation in our society. Yet, at that point in time, I had been very conservative on the beach in front of my place.
I go swimming and walking on this beach in a tiny bikini because I hate tan lines, but I hadn’t tried yet, to fully expose my body, not even my tits. I’m not sure why! Maybe it was too close to home, and I didn’t want stalkers. Maybe South Florida was too new for me. In any case, something interesting happened on that Friday afternoon. Many people were on the beach, probably because the weatherman forecasted cold weather for the weekend. For South Florida, anyway!
As I walked into my place, I looked at the beach through the giant window in my living room. I saw a young woman sitting on the beach, topless, fiddling with something. Once she stood up, I realized she was actually wearing nothing but her birthday suit. The mysterious beauty dusted the sand off the front of her body and threw a dress over her head. She was stunning, with long hair dancing in the wind.
She grabbed a pair of high heels and walked toward my condo. People use the path next to my place to access the beach.
From what I figured, she stopped by the beach to take advantage of a break in her schedule, although she had not planned it. She wasn’t carrying anything appropriate for the beach. It seemed she rested on her belly, which, I presumed, was a way to limit the “indecency” factor.
I watched her walk by my place. She stopped at the shower tower to rinse her sexy feet. Her dress was pretty formal. I assumed she wanted to enjoy a bit of sun on the beach while she happened to be in the neighborhood, and the fact that she didn’t have a bikini would not stop her.
I saw a bit of myself in her. She had no issue being naked. Many beachgoers had a good look at her body while she casually used the shower to push the sand off her boobs, belly, and legs before putting her dress on. She was also naked under her dress, which is my standard way of dressing! And since she didn’t have a towel, it ended up looking like a wet T-shirt contest but with a dress.
I stared at the beach for a while, thinking about the last time I was naked on a beach. And then I thought of sharing with you the first time I went to an official nude beach. Yes, I wrote that article at the time. I’m sharing it with you here now.
This was in January 2020, after I moved to South Florida and before the world came to a halt because of the pandemic. As a new resident, I did what tourists do: I visited beaches!
Soon, I found Haulover Nude Beach just north of Miami, near my place. I thought I was lucky! I googled it and found that it was apparently one of the country’s largest and most popular nudist beaches. So I went, of course.
After parking, I walked along the path to the beach and got a surprise. Just before stepping foot on the beach, guys were on each side of the trail, staring at me as I approached.
“Fresh meat” is the first thing I heard from one of these guys. Ouch! That was not a good start. Do they actually manage to pick up girls like that?
I enjoy exposing my body to men and even letting them use me as a sex pet. I believe it is natural for men to see us, young women, as sex objects and fresh meat. So, in that sense, I may be objectifying myself, but I do it on my own terms! There’s a time and place to say those things if you want access to my pussy.
In any case, I kept going, and when I arrived on the beach itself, I had a weird feeling, and it wasn’t one of safety, unfortunately. When in doubt, I rely on my 6th sense, so I turned around and left, disappointed.
Back on Google, I found Blind Creek Beach in Fort Pierce, about a 2-hour drive from my place. So, up north, I went!
The parking lot at Blind Creek Beach is very rudimentary: a gravel lot with portable, smelly toilets on the side. This is it for the amenities!