When I was in my twenties I used to play women's rugby sevens so I was ( and still am ) fit and of a very stocky build. And as there's a touch of South Sea Islander in me I have creamy brown skin and jet black hair. And I'm confident and assertive .

This I hope explains why I have no nervousness about taking a drive down to a nude beach, a small and isolated spot south of my city. This was my third time. The first was exciting, the second rainy and disappointing, and in the car park, with a few cars around, this time it looked promising.

I completely undressed, slapped on loads of sunscreen, wore a hat and a towel, locked the car and trekked on down to the beach.

It was cloudy and a sea breeze swept away the humidity which had been harassing the city and I felt cool.

I'll be honest, it's a dogging beach, so my appearance drew attention from a scattering of naked men.

I took my time, ambled about a bit, casting my eyes about at the flesh on offer, took a wash in the surf before finally approaching a fit looking body.

My approach was simple, my towel off my breast so he could see my tits, and when close enough asked if he liked me and reached out and stroked his thickening cock. I find it very effective. Out of the wind among the dunes we fucked. It was excellent. I enjoyed when it others came over to watch.

After my first had finished I entertained two more together. It was a fuck and suck fest, both were very horny and active. I had a very strong orgasm.

My next only wanted sucking off. I imagine he didn't fancy a c**t full of sperm so I took him in my mouth all the way to his big climax.

I took another wash in the ocean, and rubbing myself with my towel,was approached by my final man for the day.

He took me in a few positions and finished with a vigorous doggy.

This is the kind of outdoor sex that I enjoy, not just a quickie but a good session I can enjoy for more than an hour. I have strong appetites and this satisfies me perfectly.

This ends the story of my day at the beach.