Beach Judy had done rather well since high-school: she married a doctor and they lived in a very fine new house out in the country. I fantasized about living in that house. But even though we were in different social brackets now, we were still friends and got together quite a bit. And she loved to do me favors: give us their football tickets when they couldn't attend a game (great seats!); invite us to their parties, though we hardly knew any of the people; take us out to some of the nice restaurants that they like to frequent. But never anything as nice as their offer last summer: to spend a week with them at their house on the shore! The house was beautiful! It was two-story, vaguely shaped like a victorian house, with a wonderful living room with with a very high ceiling and a huge window overlooking the ocean, and a balcony... well, you get the picture. And it was *very* remote: I think it was twenty miles to the nearest town, and there were *not* other such houses along the shore, which was just about deserted. It took a lot of driving to reach that house, but it was well worth it. Well, we got in really late, but the weather was great in the morning, and we spent all day on the beach, completely alone. I felt like one of the wealthy set: our own private beach! I sunned myself, jumped in the ocean, drank wine, read a novel, talked with Judy, watched our husbands, Jeff and Les, swimming and goofing off. Finally we came in as we were all going to get cleaned up and drive off to this restaurant that Judy and Les were telling us about. We were all pretty sandy and Les led us to their patio, to a hose that we could use to wash most of it off. He proceeded to spray Judy who stood in front of him and turned around. Then Judy said that when they were alone, that they always undressed when they did this. "Feel free," Jeff piped up, always ready with the crack. "Were you going to give us a show, too?" I asked, grinning at him. "Oh, it would have to be everyone," said Judy, "or it wouldn't be fair!" I looked back at her and studied--she *couldn't* be serious, could she? She glanced at me, and caught my look, "Well, we *could* do it, you know; just a little fun?" She was grinning at me. Could I do something like that? Never in a million years did I ever think I'd be thinking about stripping nude in front of another couple. What would it hurt? Well, it would reduce the sand we tracked into the house. Judy had her hand on the shoulder strap of her suit, ready to take it off when I agreed! I glanced at Jeff who was grinning. I looked at Judy and she must have read a *yes* in my look because she immediately pulled her shoulder straps down and peeled the suit off! I couldn't believe it! Standing there with Judy naked in front of all of us! I nervously fingered the shoulder strap of my own suit. Judy was holding her arms up and slowly turning as Les sprayed her. She was grinning from ear to ear. Les turned to look at me: "You next?" he asked, an innocent expression on his face. "I don't see you guys making any move," I replied. Les responded by handing Judy the hose and slipping down his trunks. I caught a glance, and then looked away. "Go ahead and look, that's the whole idea," said Judy. She was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing. "Looking doesn't hurt anything." I turned and looked. Naturally I had seen most of his body all day, but it was still a shock--his cock right there for all to see! He held his arms up high and turned around just as Judy had. Judy sprayed him. Then she handed the hose to Jeff and informed me that it was my turn. "Just peel it off, quickly," she added under her breath, as encouragement. I did it! I had the straps off my arms and was pulling the suit down over my legs in seconds. I felt a lump in my throat, briefly, but in a minute, Jeff was spraying me and I held my arms up and turned around, both to get washed off and for all their benefit. Then I demanded the hose from Jeff and he obliged us all by pulling off his trunks. I found myself laughing as I sprayed him. We didn't stick around out there like that, but with a little drying off, all herded into the house and soon Jeff and I were in our room, me in the shower and Jeff waiting his turn. When we were done and getting dressed, Jeff spoke up about it. "I can't believe you actually did that." "You did it too," I returned. "Do you think I'm prudish?" I added. "Well, you usually don't display any enthusiasm for ideas like that," returned Jeff. "I don't recall such things being suggested before," I said and I knew that though I could keep the argument going, that basically he was right: that was out of character for me. "Anyway," I added, "it was just a little adventure: it'll give us something to remember." "So you're going to remember what Les looks like," said Jeff with a smirk. I didn't dignify that with an answer but I thought about it and realized that what I would most remember was not seeing them, but stripping in front of them. Soon we were all in the car and driving to dinner. I had a little fear that we would talk about it, and someone did bring it up as we drove. "Too bad we didn't have our camera out," said Judy. "Oh, *right*! We could sell some shots to Playboy," I said. "We could *all* get rich," piped up one of the guys, smug with his compliment of sorts. "Well, we *could* just take a few polaroids," said Judy. We didn't talk any more about it that evening, but I began to wonder about Judy. Later that night, we were alone in the rest room and I pressed her on it. "What's this kick with stripping and polaroids?" I asked. "Oh, you admit it was a thrill, don't you?" she asked, "Just taking the pictures and having them for a little while before destroying them would be a kick." Later that night, I caught myself thinking several times: could I go through with something like that? The next day, we were out on the beach and Judy indeed had a Polaroid camera! She didn't say anything about it, but seeing it there kept me on edge, a little. I didn't know *how* I was going to get out of *this* smoothly. So mid afternoon we were all headed in, and we gathered on the patio again and Judy had the camera in her hand! She handed it to me, and said "OK, shoot." Soon she had her suit off as Les sprayed her, and once again was turning around with her arms up in the air. I sat there, staring-- what would I do? "Take it," she said. She sounded insistent. I took the picture and Judy, who had been turning and turning while waiting for me, immediately took the hose and turned it on Les, who proceeded to strip and turn. "OK, get him," said Judy. I felt that lump in my throat again, but it passed quickly. I snapped a picture of him and Judy traded the hose for the camera and soon I was watching Jeff strip. In just seconds, he was washed and photographed and he was taking the hose from me. "You can do it," said Judy to encourage me; I must have looked nervous. Finally, I repeated the performance I had given they day before, and I heard the camera click. Soon we were in the house and Judy had laid the pictures on the kitchen table and we were all up in our bedrooms, showering. The next thing I knew, we were all down in the kitchen. I looked at the photos on the table, taking in each one. There I was, and there were our bodies, each being sprayed, but otherwise completely uncovered. I still couldn't believe I'd done it. The others looked over the pictures too. Jeff asked Judy and Les if they ever just skipped their suits all day. I was immediately embarrassed, but also, I'll admit, curious to hear their answer. "No," said Judy, "we never did that, but we *have* gone out for a walk on the beach at night." She giggled. I couldn't help it: I started imagining walking along the beach in the dark with Jeff, both of us nude! It really sounded very interesting, and I had to shake myself out of my revere. I noticed that Judy had been watching me. Later as we were eating, Judy volunteered: "We could go out walking on the beach tonight... " "Nude?" asked Jeff, with a grin. I had been thinking the same thing but I chided Jeff for saying it. "Well," said Judy, "we could turn the lights off, and then you two could walk up the beach one way and we could go the other way." She meant *nude*. "Sounds... possible," I finally answered. I could tell that everyone was seeing if I would be up for it. Well, we had already all seen each other, and we'd probably just see a glimpse before walking apart. After supper and sunset, Judy suggested we all go slip on robes and we could turn off the lights in the house and meet on the patio. We had all had some wine and were feeling pretty good. I changed with Jeff, and I felt electric or something--this had to be the most daring thing I'd done in my life. Soon we were all on the patio and Les turned out the last light. I heard Judy giggling as they were saying it was time to take them off. My eyes certainly were not adjusted to the dark yet. I took off my robe and lay it over a chair. Then I grabbed Jeff's arm. "Are we all ready?" piped up Judy. We all answered that we were. It was getting so I could see and I had no trouble making out Judy's and Les's bodies. It was so different: not innocent fun, but a sexually charged situation. "Well, let's go," said Judy and she suggested a direction for us to walk and drew Les in the opposite direction up the beach. Jeff and I held hands as we walked up the beach, but we didn't say anything. "Nervous?" Jeff finally asked, quietly. "Oh, no," I lied. "A little bit?" he pressed. "A little bit." "Here," he said and he stopped and grabbed my other hand. Soon we were kissing... not pressed against each other, but leaning over, holding hands, and touching our mouths. "That was sweet," I said when we finally broke it. I looked back toward the house and Jeff evidently noticed. "Let's walk on," he said, taking my hand and drawing me on. We walked a little further and I glanced back again, a little nervously, I guess. Suddenly, Jeff pulled my body up against his and whispered in my ear "I love you." Then our lips were together and soon I felt his tongue invading my mouth. I locked my arms around his back and pulled him tightly to me. He wasn't holding me as tightly: his hands started roaming lightly up and down my back. I felt them cup my rear and then slide up again and wrap around me again. I felt his body pressed up against my breasts. We broke our kiss for a moment and he pulled me up against his chest. In moments, we were kissing again, more urgently than before. Then he whispered "I want you" in my ear. My knees almost buckled then and there. He gently lowered me down until I was sitting on the sand and sat beside me. "Jeff," I said quietly. I guess it was my tone of voice--I immediately realized I'd told him I didn't want to go further, and that he had understood. "I'm sorry," I added, "We're too close... to *them*. Later, OK?" "What do you think *they're* doing?" asked Jeff, but I could tell he knew he'd only broken the mood even more by asking such a question. Secretly I felt a little guilty: I don't think I wanted to lie on my back on the sand--too icky. But it didn't really matter what the problem was, did it? "OK, let's stand, but let me kiss you again," said Jeff, finally. I was relieved, especially when I felt again how he kissed me. But soon we were walking back and then sitting on the patio, awaiting Judy and Les. It felt funny to sit there nude, but it didn't seem right to leave them nude while we dressed. Jeff lifted my feet in his lap and massaged them while we waited. I couldn't wait until we got upstairs. It was a while before they came back. "Well, how was it?" asked Judy, with no shame. "Romantic," said Jeff, without missing a beat. I immediately pulled on my robe, not waiting for the others: they had their chance to get dressed. I pulled Jeff upstairs and had the lights out and had him in bed in seconds, and it couldn't have been better! "Well, how'd you like it?" asked Judy the next morning. She certainly wasn't shy about such things. "It was..., well..., *primal*." "I know what you mean," said Judy. "I felt like we were the only people on earth, no civilization," I went on, "I *loved* it." "Yes, I know the feeling," said Judy, "We only do it occasionally, so it's still special for us. So you liked the feeling of being alone, away from civilization?" "Well, I like my modern kitchen," I returned. "And your bathroom, right?" added Judy. "You know," she added, "we could make it even better for you." "Huh?" I asked, wondering what she could mean. "I mean, you could be even further from civilization! We could drive the two of you te miles down the coast and let you off on the beach, and come back later to pick you up." I didn't know what had brought on this line of thinking. "That's quite all right," I said. "Think of it," said Judy. She looked at me and evidently decided I was doing no such thing. "I'm *serious*! Imagine you and Jeff out there, alone, twenty miles from anyone, no one to turn to but each other! I'd *love* that." She *did* start me thinking about it. "It would be *so* romantic," she went on. "I know!" I watched her face light up with another idea. "We could let you out in two different places and have you *find* each other, out there, alone on the beach!" "Judy!" "*Really!* We could..., let you out about a mile apart and tell each of you which way to walk, and you could walk until you *find* each other!" "Judy, thanks for thinking of us, but... " "Really, it would be a *real kick*!" And she wouldn't let me refuse. Well, I didn't agree to anything and I worried about how to get out of this. But as I worried, I imagined it, and it *did* sound very intriguing. The next time Judy and I talked, she could see through me again and knew I was wondering what it would be like. I felt embarrassed, but she didn't seem worried about such things and was planning away as I stood there listening. Soon Jeff had been apprised of the plan and I knew there was no getting out of it. So late one night I found Jeff and me in our robes and nothing else, in the back seat of their car as they drove us up the coast! They said they were driving back to the house and would be back in three hours to pick us up. They'd leave us a mile or two apart and to pick us up they would stop half way between the two points where they let us off, walk down to the beach, and wave a lantern. I couldn't believe we were doing this! Soon they stopped to let Jeff out and told him to walk back towards the way we drove up. Judy still had ideas: "Listen you two: when you meet each other, don't say a single word at all! Say absolutely nothing until you see our lantern!" I never knew Judy had such an imagination. Soon we were driving back and they stopped to let me off. They reminded me which way to walk (as if I were going to allow myself to make a mistake!) and there I was, nude on the beach, alone. It was cloudy and *very* dark. I seemed to have forgotten to consider how scared I would be, alone on the beach. I don't know what frightened me, but soon I was imagining mad serial killers everywhere. *A once-in-a-lifetime experience on the beach, and all I can do is worry*, I chided myself. A part of me wanted to run, but I forced myself to walk as it was hard enough to watch my step in the dark at a slow pace. I kept my eyes open and watched every shadow to see if it were Jeff. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't believe it. Finally I saw someone. It *had* to be Jeff. I approached closer. My heart was beating harder. I wasn't supposed to say a word. "Jeff?" I asked, quietly, as if that wouldn't break the rules quite as much. "Yes!" I heard his voice answer. I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him and we were kissing in no time. I felt so relieved and so... *turned on*! I felt his body and felt his hands on my body and soon felt his hand between my legs. I don't know how he got it there, I had him wrapped so tightly in my arms. I could hear my own breathing, and knew in a minute I'd come standing up. I'd faint if I didn't watch it. We didn't say a word, following Judy's rule after our initial cheating. Soon I was coming, and Jeff was holding me or I'd certainly have fallen. He was kissing me again and I knew I wasn't finished. I wanted it; I wanted him inside me. It was so wild, so primitive, us out there, alone, the roaring of the waves, the total darkness, the lack of anyone or anything to remind us of our ordinary lives! Jeff had let me down to the sand and I was sitting next to him. I leaned back a little on my elbows and thought about lying on my back on the sand. Something in me made me get up on my hands and knees. I wriggled my rear and pressed my hip against Jeff. He put his hand between my legs and was fingering me again. I was so wet! I had never done it like that before: on my hands and knees. Soon he was kneeling between my legs behind me and I felt him guiding his cock into me. Then he grabbed my sides at my waist and pushed himself inside me. I gasped. He didn't start pumping right away, but leaned over and felt my breasts. I felt his fingers on my nipples. I thought I'd die right there. Then he was pumping me, in and out. Talk about primitive--I'd never done this in our bedroom, much less out of doors, alone, totally nude, twenty miles from nowhere. I felt so wild, so free. I never knew I'd like it like that: in that position, I mean. Part of it must have been the situation. I felt him come inside me and I know I yelled. Soon I found myself sitting beside him on the beach with his arms around me, and soon we were lying on the beach in each others arms: I thought I wasn't going to do that, but I wasn't myself for a little while there. Once I was lying on the ground, I didn't worry: we lay there and kissed and hugged and I fingered Jeff's cock just to see if I could bring it to life again. We never did it twice in a session, I guess partly because I assumed Jeff would never manage, but I guess we had nothing else to do. Soon, I did something else unusual for me: I sat up and put my lips around his cock. I looked toward his face as I licked to see if it looked like I was making any progress, but it was too dark to see anything. But soon I felt stirrings and soon he was getting hard again. I realized he was definitely getting hard, and then suddenly he sat up and then stood up! I wondered what he was up to. He took my arm and drew me up, and soon I figured out that he wanted me to kneel. Then he stood right in front of me and gently guided my face to his cock! I had certainly never been in this position before, and ordinarily would have considered it humiliating, but something in me that night had broken free and I immediately put his cock back in my mouth and did my best to get him going. In just minutes, I was succeeding, and I stayed with him until he was about to come and then I made sure he didn't mess up anything but the sand. I couldn't believe what I'd just done! He was back down on the sand in a flash, and his hand was between my legs and I was feeling the need to sit down again lest I faint. I quickly found myself on my back and he was between my legs, licking me! I came and came, two or three times, and I couldn't get enough. Finally, he crawled up beside me and kissed me again. We ended up sitting there, watching out for the lantern. We hadn't said a word since Jeff answered my query as we met. "I'll bet you had a good time," said Judy as they drove us back. But she relented and refrained from the nosiness that I was coming to expect from her and allowed us to sit quietly in the back seat as they drove us back. The next morning we were leaving and Judy was still giving me knowing looks. "Oh, Judy: whatever happened to those polaroids?" I asked since I'd forgotten all about them. She responded with a strange look on her face. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked, finally. "Judy, what... " "Come here," she said and she dragged me up to her and Les's bedroom. She pulled out a scrapbook and opened it up and there were the four photographs! But what caught my attention was the rest of the scrapbook! I paged back through it, and on every page where polaroid photographs of nude people being sprayed just like we were! Interspersed were lots of pictures of Judy and Les, too. "What do you think?" asked Judy. I looked at her. Would I trust her with our pictures? "A little hobby of yours and Les's?" I asked, trying to hide my shock. "No one gets to see them," said Judy, seemingly reading my reservations. I looked some more. It was amazing to see how many couples had stripped for their camera. "You can tell Jeff about them," she added still watching for my reaction. I never have told Jeff: I guess you have to have *some* secrets.