There was a beach very close to where I lived. It wasn't one of those big resort beaches, though. It was a remote kind of area, with not too many people around, but enough people to let me know that there were people there.

I was relaxing under an umbrella shoved into the sand in a beach chair. I was lying there reading a book. It was a Saturday, and I was going to lie out by the beach and relax, have a couple of cold ones, and then go home after a pleasant day of reading and relaxation.

I had only been there a few minutes when a man came up and sat close to me. By close to me, I mean, he was facing me, sitting in a low chair. He was very close, and that was unusual for such a deserted type of beach.

He was wearing a very skimpy bathing suit --- it looked like one of those things that Olympic divers wear. He had a hard on. It was very obvious, very plainly visible. I had noticed it when he first approached. I wondered why he was so excited.

He suddenly lifted his ass off of the little beach chair and pulled down his bikini bottoms. He just jerked them down, letting his hard dick jump up and throb against his belly.

He had a good sized dick, and it was a deep brown color. He was Hispanic or some other dark-skinned race, it seemed. His balls were enormous and free of hair, but there was a giant forest of hair around his cock that led almost to his navel. This was quite a sight, and it truly turned me on.

He wrapped his hand around his cock at the base of it and slowly, very slowly, stroked upward on it. I was thinking how great that would feel if that was my hand. I reached inside my bikini and touched my wet pussy lips.

I was kind of afraid to show my pussy. I didn't know about the legality of masturbation in public at this particular beach, or any beach, for that matter.

But I did want to show him my tits and pussy and decided I would take a chance. There were no policemen or beach patrol vehicles around, as far as I could tell. I only saw one once in a great while in this area, anyway.

I slipped off my bottoms and spread my legs, and his mouth opened and he gasped. Then I let my top fall, showing him my tits.

His stroking increased in speed, and I loved watching his balls lift every time he stroked upward. Damn, I wished those things were in my hand!

He slowed his stroking and looked around. Then, he semi-stood and dragged his chair and his other things closer. He stood straight up and pulled his trunks up, and grabbed his umbrella and cooler and moved to a spot right in front of me, a foot away.

Then he lowered his trunks and stood there, his hard cock damn near right in my face.

I came with his standing there like that. I came again, and I think he could tell.

“Beautiful,” he said, and stroked his cock very, very fast, and suddenly, as he stood there, he turned sideways, shooting his jizz on the sand beside me. There was a lot of it, a whole lot. I wanted to touch and play with his cock! I had never felt that way about a stranger before, ever.

He pulled up his trunks, folded his umbrella, and was gone before I could get my top back on. I lay there on my little beach chaise, looking around, wondering what the fuck.

I went back again and again and never found him at that beach again. But I keep my eyes open for a guy who might want to show me his cock.

--- Named and location withheld.