This would be the last holiday I went on with my family. Earlier that year I had turned sixteen and also finished high school. I had an apprenticeship lined up in a month. My parents were taking my two younger sisters and me to a hotel for two weeks for our summer holiday in the UK. In those days we always drove to the South West, or to the Isle of Wight, and would share one family room in a hotel. This year we were back on the Isle of Wight. My two sisters were five and seven years younger than me and just a pain as far as I was concerned. This is set back in the time before the internet, mobile phones, and digital cameras.

The drive was uneventful, other than endless squabbling in the back seat between my sisters and me. We arrived at the hotel early evening, unloaded the car, ate in the hotel, and were soon off to bed. The following morning, in the restaurant, my parents exchanged pleasantries with other guests. I could not fail to notice the girl who served tea and coffee and brought plates from the kitchen. She was truly beautiful in my eyes. I guessed just a little older than me, with very long straight dark hair, big eyes, and always smiling. 

She wore tight jeans and a tight red jumper. I tried not to stare as she made her way to and fro, weaving between tables, more than once brushing right past me. We finished eating and soon drove off to a local beach for the day. The beach was down a long wooden staircase, and as a family, we carried enough supplies for an army, it seemed. Windbreaks, chairs, towels, a cooler box and drinks, toys, inflatables—the list went on as we slowly made our way down like a train of pack animals.

Once we got to the beach, my parents set up camp near one end, a windbreak around the side, and everything tucked away. Mum dabbed sunscreen on my sisters and me, and I was allowed to wander off along the beach alone, to save the arguments more than to give me the freedom, I am sure. There were lots of people already there, mostly family groups, many with just as much carried down as us. I saw lots of little kids playing, but very few people my age.

I should tell you that back then I was a bit of a nerdy kid, skinny and fairly tall, shy and quiet. I had never had a girlfriend and was far more likely to look from afar than actually approach a girl and talk to her. Though at sixteen I was very well practiced at wanking and had found my parent’s porn stash, which I diligently studied, as the magazines came and went regularly.

I walked along the edge of the sea, barefooted, in shorts and a tee shirt. I was scanning all the people and groups for any attractive girls that I could imagine myself talking to, but none caught my eye. The beach was not that long; the far end narrowed to where the cliff met the sea. Having reached the end, I started out to walk back again, passing my family, and on to the other end of the beach.

Here a huge rocky outcrop cut off the way forward, and jagged rocks tumbled out to sea from it, like a giant arm. In my imagination, I was sure there would be a cave, a tunnel, treasure, and lost secrets. I returned to my parents, had a drink, and, shedding my shorts and tee shirt, set off in my swimming trunks for a swim. Soon I found myself drawn to the rocky outcrop.

I tried to clamber over the rocks, but they were alternately too sharp or slippery to cross safely. I headed out to swim around. I was not the best swimmer and overconfident at best. By staying close to the rocks in the calm sea, I made my way around and back to shore on the far side of the outcrop. The beach on this side was deserted, the cliffs more a series of sagging landslides, each topped with grass, ending within forty feet of the sea. The beach seemed to go on forever; I could see a few people way off in the distance. I set about exploring the rocky outcrop; sadly, there were no caves or tunnels to be found. I did find a treasure of sorts.

Fluttering in the grass on the lowest part of the cliff, I found the negative of a Polaroid picture. I saw another couple a few feet away and gathered them together. I could make out groups of people. The first picture had two women in bikinis looking at the camera. The second picture had a group, made up of four couples, all pressed together and all naked! The last picture was of a couple, the man naked and the woman’s hand touching his cock.

I could also see the pictures had been taken at this end of the beach, with the rocky outcrop in the background. My cock had already sprung to attention in my swimmers. I looked around, an automatic reaction when getting an erection out in public. No one was around, and I put my hand down into my swimmers to adjust my cock, pointing it up, held by the tight fabric. I examined the pictures in detail and looked around for more. Climbing up onto the first level, in the dip behind I found a few more negatives. I continued to climb and traverse the cliff, going further and further away, until exhausting the search. I had over a dozen negatives in my hand after around thirty minutes of searching.

I settled down into a deep dip behind one of the larger earth mounds, around halfway up the cliff. I had a view all the way down the beach; I could not see anyone within maybe a quarter to a half mile. Feeling so horny and risky, I pulled off my swimming trunks and sat down naked to enjoy my treasure. I had seen far better quality pictures and harder porn, but these negatives seemed so much sexier, taken on the same beach, private pictures of real people.

The group picture I had found at the start was still the best; all the others were couples, and the women were in pairs and groups. Most pictures had the people mostly in swimwear, some were naked, and just one picture of the woman holding a man’s hard cock.

I tried to lay the pictures out in some order, of nakedness and hence sexiness. My own cock was wet with pre-cum as I knelt and studied each in turn, slowly stroking my cock, trying to make the feelings last. Eventually focussing on the last three pictures, the naked group, four women huddled together naked, and the woman holding the hard cock. I had begun to speed up my hand, staring at the negatives, wishing it was me in the pictures. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I slowed down trying to make the feelings last, my hand barely moving, my cock so sensitive to any touch.

“Have you seen Arthur?”

I snapped out of my dreamy state, stopped wanking, realised my trunks were out of reach, and tried to cover myself. ‘Fuck, I’m in trouble now,’ screamed through my head.

“Hang on, I’m coming down.”

The voice came from above. I twisted around to try and see while trying to scrabble along to my trunks and hide the pictures away. Suddenly a boy about my age but shorter appeared from behind the earth mound to my side. I kneeled back down, my hand covering my now completely soft cock, and noticed he was fully dressed in shorts, a tee shirt, and pumps.

“Are you waiting for Arthur? I’m Stuart; you can call me Stu. You ain’t got no clothes on.”

I stared at Stu, felt like a rabbit caught in headlights, felt a total idiot, and finally managed to speak.

“I thought no one was about.”

“Yeah, you’re a bit early, but you gotta get here early to get hidden for the show; that’s what Arthur says.”

I reached for my swim trunks and hastily pulled them on.

“What show? Who is Arthur?” I started to gather up the pictures to hide.

“Whatcha got there? Show me, go on.”

Stu stepped towards me; he didn’t seem the slightest bit interested that I had been nude. He picked up a couple of the negatives to see.

“They were here yesterday; I’m sure it was them; hard to tell in these. There is something wrong with your pictures; where’d you get them?”

I explained how I had found them further down, near the beach, that they were Polaroid negatives. Then I had to explain that a Polaroid is an instant photo.

“How long you here for, holiday, is it?” Without waiting for an answer, Stu continued, “I’ve been here a week; I only got a day left.”

“We got here yesterday; for two weeks, it’s my first day on the beach. I swam around the rocks exploring, Oh, I’m Peter.”

Stu laughed and looked between me and the rocky outcrop out to sea. Then he stared along the beach.

“No, don’t swim around; that’s mad, and they will see you. Best to go across the field and climb down, like me. I’ll show you the way later.”

“Who will see me?” I asked, worried I was still somehow going to be in trouble.

“The nuderists, and the ones what come along here.”

Stu sat on the grassy edge and explained that the beach at this deserted end is often used by nuderists.

I knew he meant nudists but did not correct him.

Or couples who want to ‘get off’ with each other. He told me he had bumped into ‘Arthur’ while peeking through the spy holes between the men’s and ladies’ loo in the car park at the top of the wooden staircase. Arthur had told him there was a far better place and led him here, and Arthur came here most days about now.

From further up the cliff we could hear puffing and scrabbling and the sound of small stones running downhill. Stu put his finger across his lips, ‘Shhh’ and moved close to the earth, hidden from above. I stood silently behind him, cursing myself for getting caught, sure that we were about to get into big trouble. I could hear someone making their way down towards us, huffing and puffing, disturbing the ground, getting ever closer. I watched Stu tense, ready to make a run for it. I tried to pick out a way down, ready to run in my bare feet.

“BOOO!” Stu jumped forward and began to laugh.

I heard a shout and exclamation.

“Stu, you made me jump; you got me good and proper that time.”

“Hi Arthur, this is Pete; he was down here naked with pictures.”

‘Oh great’ I thought to myself, Tell everyone, get me in trouble. I felt my face go red as Arthur looked me up and down. Arthur looked to be as old as my dad, maybe more. He had a funny little beard just on his chin. He wore a sunhat, a short-sleeved shirt, loose shorts made like trousers, and sandals. Over his shoulder, Arthur had a bag, like my uncle’s fishing bag.

“Hello Pete, Nice to meet you. I’m Arthur. I guess Stu has told you a bit about what we do here. Though, by the sound of it, you already found our spot.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to do or say; I sort of nodded and watched Stu hand over some of the Polaroid negatives. I told Arthur the same as I had told Stu, about swimming around and finding the pictures, and that this was my first day there on holiday. All the while Arthur was listening, he stood and looked along the beach and up along the cliffs.

“Boys, get down, quick, move along, quiet.”

Arthur dropped to his knees, Stu did the same next to him, and I followed suit with no idea why. This day was getting stranger and stranger. Although I did not yet seem to be in trouble, it felt inevitable that I was getting deeper and deeper into something. Arthur whispered to be quiet and pointed along the beach, where I could see a group walking along toward us.

“Keep your head down and keep quiet,” Arthur said in a low voice, looking at me.

Neither Stu nor I said anything. Arthur shuffled along behind the earth mound to a deeper part of the dip behind it. Stu was tucked behind the mound, a few feet away, just his head raised enough to watch the group walking along the beach. He made me think of a sniper in a film waiting for the enemy. I turned and sat down, my back against the warm earth, and saw Arthur sitting almost directly in front of me. He took off his hat, opened his bag, and pulled out two bottles of Pepsi, then pulled out a camera with a really big lens. He rolled over and walked on his knees to a spot between Stu and me. He gave one bottle to Stu, opened the second, and offered it to me.

“We can share. I only have two bottles.” Then he said, “Turn around; you don’t want to miss the show.”

I took the drink and turned around; the three of us were then kneeling behind the earth mound. I started to think we looked more like people praying.

We watched the group walk along the beach; three couples, two of them leading the way, and the other seemed to be hanging back. All the men were in shorts, the slower woman was in a one-piece swimsuit, and the other two, a blonde and a brunette, were in bikinis. They finally arrived at the end of the beach, almost directly below us. They dropped bags, and someone produced beer cans.

They all looked to be in their twenties, I guessed. They just chatted and drank beer, and the couples sat together, doing some kissing and laughing. It seemed boring, but I could not stop watching. From our viewpoint, we could see the beach clearly, but the layers of earth slumped down, and the long grass meant we could not be seen, as long as we stayed still.

After about fifteen minutes, the blonde girl reached behind her and took off her bikini top, and the boys all cheered. I wanted to cheer too but realised it would give us away. The man with the brunette girl reached behind her, pulled the strings loose, and pulled her bikini top up over her head—another cheer. The blonde had the bigger boobs; the brunette looked to have bigger, darker nipples. I felt my cock react and stiffen in my trunks. I reached down and secretly straightened it upwards for comfort.

We could hear speaking and laughing but not make out words. One of the men got up and walked towards the sea, dropped his shorts, and ran in naked. We did hear the whoops and cheers. Soon another man followed suit. The two topless girls, now both sitting alone, moved together and started talking to the other couple. The third man made off to the water’s edge but kept his shorts on as he waded in.

The two topless girls went and sat down on each side of the woman in a one-piece, and I could then see she looked smaller than them. I wish we could be closer to hear. The one-piece woman seemed reluctant, shy maybe. One girl stood and unrolled a huge sheet or towel and laid it out in front of the group and laid down on one side. The other topless girl pulled the reluctant friend up and onto the towel, lying her down between them.

My cock was definitely fully hard now; instinctively, I reached one hand down to hold it, hoping no one would notice. I looked to the side and was shocked to see Arthur’s pants visibly tenting at the front. I have never seen anyone like this—none of my friends, and I even really admitted we got erections. I spent the next few minutes, staring alternately at the scene on the beach and at Arthur’s obvious bulge.

Eventually, Arthur must have seen me watching him; he just turned and smiled, gave a thumbs-up sign, and carried on. I pressed my body forward, trying to crush my cock against the warm, soft earth. I was embarrassed and at the same time overcome with emotion and feeling so horny.

On the beach, the two girls had started to touch or tease the girl in the one-piece. The blonde started to kiss her, with her hand cupping a breast outside her outfit. The brunette moved down and started slowly kissing her way up the girl’s legs from her ankles. She was slowly going from leg to leg, inching higher. The girl in the middle seemed to just lay still and accept the attention.

I heard a soft click beside me, and turning, I saw Arthur now had his camera and a long lens pointed to the beach. He was taking photographs. Click, click, his cock pointing straight out in his shorts. 'Oh, why did I leave my camera in the hotel?’ I thought. I only have an Instamatic, but at least I would have a picture of a topless woman. Stu had dropped his shorts and was wanking his cock, smaller than mine, quite fast.

Arthur must have been well practiced with the camera; he was using it with just one hand quite easily, resting the lens on the ground in front of him. Arthur’s free hand must have been on his cock inside his shorts. In a bit of a daze, I returned my attention to the beach scene.

The blonde lying beside the one-piece girl had moved her hand inside the girl’s swimsuit onto her boobs, and the brunette had reached the top of her legs. She moved sideways and continued her kissing up the blonde girl’s leg, from the knee to the top, quite quickly. She pulled at the tie strings on either side, and the bikini bottom came away. For the first time I saw a real live woman’s pussy, and blonde pubes, my cock was now even harder than before.

Click, click beside me, the brunette carried on kissing, all over the blonde pussy, licking and kissing. Click, click. The blonde lifted herself up onto her knees and lifted herself over the one-piece girl. Shuffling back, she lowered herself so her pussy was over her face and sat down. I looked sideways and watched Arthur wanking slowly and Stu wanking hard and fast. Stu’s body was twitching and jerking, and suddenly Stu sprayed jets of cum onto the ground in front of him. I could no longer decide what to watch—the beach scene or the scene next to me. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, so much new information, and all such a huge turn-on.

I looked back to the beach; the brunette had begun working the one-piece off of the girl. The shoulder straps were pulled down off of her arms, and she began uncovering her body, a bit like peeling a banana, I strangely thought. Her boobs came into view—creamy white skin, tiny pink nipples, then her middle. She arched her back to allow the costume to be drawn down further, then lifted her pelvis as the costume uncovered her bushy dark pubes and swiftly away down her legs. The brunette moved back to kneel between her legs and began licking and kissing her. Click, click continued next to me, the blonde writhing and grinding herself onto the face of the girl.

Next to me, Stu’s cock had never properly gone soft and already looked fully hard again. ‘Just like me,’ I thought, ‘he can come over and over.’ Arthur just continued to stroke his cock slowly; I guessed he was more practiced than Stu and I and could pace himself.

I turned to look back to the beach; the three guys had returned from their swim. I could not remember how they originally paired up, but one immediately dropped to his knees behind the brunette, gave his hard cock a few rubs, and thrust into the girl. The other two men stood on either side of the blonde, one already naked with his cock free, and she took hold and began to suck. The second man dropped his shorts and presented his cock to her. ‘He was with the one-piece girl,’ I thought to myself as the blonde began taking turns sucking the two men.

My head was spinning with the excitement of it all. I had backed away from the earth a little and was trying so hard to wank slowly inside my trunks. Hoping to not be noticed by Arthur or Stu, embarrassed even now, and trying to make it last.

Back on the beach, the blonde had lifted herself off of the girl lying down, and the brunette lifted her face away. The one-piece girl looked up, her face now free. The blonde was telling her something, making hand signs. The one-piece girl turned onto all fours and hung her head down. The man who was fucking the brunette pulled back from her, stepped behind the one-piece girl, and began to fuck her from behind.

I heard Arthur’s camera begin clicking again and gripped my cock even harder. I was still so turned on; I had never seen real people fuck, never even seen it in the magazines I had furtively studied. As I watched, the two other men moved beside the one-piece girl, their cocks in hand, and one by one they took turns to fuck her from behind. The blonde and brunette watching and occasionally wanking a free cock for a few strokes. Soon the first of the three men started to move much faster and harder, until shuddering and freezing for a short moment.

As he pulled out of the girl, the next immediately took his place for his final turn before also finishing. The man who had arrived with her was last to take his turn. He looked at her for a moment, then thrust into her, and he fucked so fast for about a minute until he too shuddered and shook and froze, gripping her hips tight to him. It took a few minutes before he relaxed and pulled away, and all six sat or lay on the huge towel for a while.

“Shows over,” Arthur whispered, turning and sitting with his back to the beach, totally hidden behind the earth mound.

Stu and I also turned and sat down.

“Wait here until they leave; no one seems to wait long after they have had their fun.”

We all sat together; Stu’s cock had softened. Mine was still rock hard tenting my trunks, and so was Arthur’s from the look of his shorts. Arthur slid down a little, put his legs out straight, and started to put his camera away. Arthur put on his hat, and Stu pulled his shorts back up. I just tried to make my cock comfortable and hide it with my hands.

Arthur motioned for me to move closer to him, and as I did, he pulled the front of my swimmers out and grabbed my cock. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered. He began to wank me; it felt lovely. He did it fast, and I came quickly; he held my cock up against my body. Cum began to run down my chest and belly into my swimmers. “That’s better; you should have done it while you were watching,” he said as he let go.

It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. “Do they come and do that every day?” I looked at Arthur.

“Most days a couple or a group will come down to the end of the beach. Some just sunbathe nude, and some mess about like you just watched. Sometimes just one girl with a group of guys, you can never tell, but most days something goes on.”

Arthur went on to tell us the beach is a well-known local spot for being discrete and out of the way. But that he and some of his friends had been coming for the last couple of years, in summer, and taking pictures.

“Do you want to see some of the pictures I have taken?”

“Yes, please, yes!” I could feel my cock stiffening again. “Do you have them in your bag?”

Arthur laughed quietly.

“Shhh. No, not here, at my home; I live not far from here, over in Freshwater Bay. It’s a short drive; perhaps one day I will drive you over.” Arthur handed me some tissues and motioned for me to clean up the cum on me.

“My family is staying in Freshwater Bay; we are here for two weeks, and today is our first day.”

I went on to tell him about our hotel and about my family, until Arthur stopped me, laughing to himself.

“Woa, woa, slow down; I know the hotel, and it is only a short walk from my house. I will figure something out and hope to see you here tomorrow. Though I think Stu is off home, so he won’t be around.”

Stu shook his head to confirm, then lifted himself to look towards the beach.

“They are walking away, and they have all dressed again.” He announced.

We waited another five minutes or so, and then Arthur led us up the cliffs, a series of sideways steps between the sagging earth levels. Each time a bit higher, an easy climb when you knew how. We soon reached a field, with cows off in the distance. Walking along through the soft grass, I could not stop myself from quizzing Arthur about his pictures. He was patient and answered most of my questions until we reached a stile into the next field.

“Pete, you need to calm down; think about something else. Your swimmers barely cover your hard cock, and look at the damp patch—you should have taken them off while watching.”

I was a little taken aback by his directness. Looking down, I could see in my excitement that I had forgotten how ridiculous I would look walking through the car park or onto the beach. We climbed the stile and walked through the next field. More soft, cool grass, with sheep wandering away from us. The next fence bordered the car park; by now I had finally lost most of my erection.

Stu waved us goodbye, Arthur hugged him, and he walked away from us.

“Hold my bag. Hold it in front of your swimmers, but be careful, my camera is expensive. Come with me into the toilet.”

Arthur ushered me in, took the bag off of me, then had me strip my trunks off and quickly wet them all over in the sink. Pulling them on, the cold wet feeling softened my cock completely, and the wet patch was gone. We walked back out, and Arthur waved to me as he walked away. I made my way down to the beach, made a point to dip in the sea, washed myself thoroughly, and returned to my family.