Life's a beach

Through the dark sunglasses, the mid-day sun might be considered almost benign except that the temperature was in the high seventies and all around me were the occasional lean and oiled bodies burning in the heat.

Here, a beautiful topless girl with long dark hair, reading a paperback. There, the lean and muscular body of a guy. Each soaking up the rays on the beach, whilst a hundred yards away, a fully clothed local Spaniard made his last few sales before retiring for his usual mid-day siesta. 

I watched in fascination, musing with various thoughts about tourists acting differently when on holiday to the way they do at home. Take that girl for instance, would she go topless in Brighton? Would the guy wear that type of all revealing swimwear in Baltimore? No.

People on holiday break from the normal routine and humdrum patterns of their life and suddenly become free spirits and I was no exception, I had decided on a well-deserved off peak holiday in the small town of Sitges, some 35 kilometres from Barcelona, its palm trees, white sandy beach, narrow streets and friendly atmosphere just suited my temperament.

The holiday had not come a minute too soon, my work acting in porn films had been hectic over the last few months, taking up most days, sometimes long into the night and I needed time to recharge and chill-out. It was a last minute decision that had made me grab a cheap flight and take a few days rest and relaxation. 

It had been more than two years since my last break and now I was looking forward to spending a few days basking in the sun and a few nights enjoying my own company, occasionally eating and drinking a little too much. 

My intention to get a thorough rest also fuelled my determination not to get involved in any romantic or sexual holiday liaisons and I was quite content to sit or lay and watch the world go by, but it was nice to admire the brown flesh of both sexes around me. 

For instance, that guy over there, he was probably a German or maybe a Scandinavian and the blond hair with blue eyes gave me a clue, but the white, ball hugging, mini thong he was wearing was a dead giveaway. 

Most Europeans are so relaxed about sex or nudity except the inhibited British I thought, as I watched his lithe and smooth body glisten in the sunshine. 

Whatever his nationality, I had to conclude he was probably a babe magnet, he sported a smooth, tanned muscular and well built frame and was probably well hung, judging by the profile of his cock and balls that were barely contained within the white cloth of his swimwear. 

The stunning girl, on the other hand was almost certainly British, small firm breasts with dark pert nipples above a flat belly on a well proportioned frame, her fair skin colour possibly revealing twelve months of being office bound or living in a country where it rains a lot of the time. She was the type that all men find attractive, and wearing the tiny bikini bottom that was tied at both sides made my mind wander to what it covered.

In my case, I wore a pair of skin tight, unlined, yellow lycra briefs, calculated to reveal how well hung I was and which enhanced my all over tan, the result of inherited genes of my forefathers who were of Latin extraction and an occasional sun bed application. 

The time slipped lazily by whilst I lay basking in the warm sun, its heat burning into me and recharging my batteries as sexy thoughts wandered back and forth through my brain of the earlier visions of the beautiful girl and muscular guy. 

Slowly I opened one eye, then the other, finally feeling the need to rub oil on my legs and straighten out my towel as I sat up and looked round to see if my two favourite beach companions were still there. 

The German guy looked and smiled at me, noticing my lascivious glances at the girl before finally calling across in strongly accented English.

"Vood yaw like me to pud some on yor back?"

"That would be very nice of you, thank you," I replied, as he stood up and walked across the soft sand towards me.

My first impressions about this guy's body were not wrong as I admiringly watched him approach, his well-developed upper torso, six pack and thighs rippled and I could not avoid looking at the bulge of his crotch where the movements of his legs made the thin fabric, define and only just cover the large balls, long, obviously un-circumcised cock, which pointed up towards his belly button.

"My name is Carl," he said, holding out a large hand with long slim fingers in greeting.

Grasping the outstretched hand as I wondered whether he was gay, I introduced myself and then handing him the sun oil, relaxed as he started rubbing it on my shoulders in soft circular motions whilst I looked across at the nearby girl, who was peering over the top of her book and smiling at the pair of us.

"Do you need yours doing as well?" I called.

"Yes please, since you're offering" she said, putting put down the book and standing to reveal a full frontal vision of her the shapely body, long legs, and small pert breasts, she then stooped and plucking up her sun lotion walked across and sat down on the towel in front of me without any second bidding.

Carl smoothed the oil all over my back whilst I in turn, rubbed cream into the shoulders of the girl who by now had introduced herself as Melanie, Mel for short.

"This could start a whole new beach trend, strangers putting sun cream on each other!" I said to the pair of them as Carl completed his self-imposed task and sat down next to me.

"Oh yes, but there's always one white bit where you can't get the sun, isn't there?" Mel said.

"Ach nein, I go to, how you say, 'friek`rperkultur', er…naturist beach for a few days, yes" Carl said, as we both turned open mouthed to stare at him.

"Where's that," Mel asked.

"It's how you say? Further down zer cost, no, no what is the word…..coast" 

"You mean there's a nudist beach not far from here?" I queried.

"Yes, that's the word NUDIST, further along that way," he said, pointing towards the far horizon and pronouncing the word 'nudist' slowly and carefully as if trying to memorise it.

"You'll have to show me, I don't want to end up with white bits," I said with enthusiasm.

"Me too, I'd love to get brown all over," Mel said quickly.

"Ah ya, no problem, we can be going there now if you like"

"Well, I'm game, how about you Mel?"

"Yes, yes," she said immediately standing up and going over to assemble her belongings.