At the beach

[fsugar]

Backstory: I saw a blurb about a new private beach opening nearby.
Five weeks later, on a Saturday with great weather, the beach had just opened the previous Sunday. Upon arriving, I changed into surf shorts, and she wore a modest two-piece under a cover-up, while I tried not to comment on her swimwear choice. Parking lot led to some food stands, restrooms, and an information booth, with a few people near the entrance. There were signs for a bikini contest, but the beach wasn't crowded, and we could see the space getting emptier as we walked further down. We turned away from a naked couple to avoid seeing any intimate situations. We walked until the crowd faded and found a small spot to set up our blanket. Quickly took off my clothes, and after about an hour, she felt comfortable enough to remove her top. Since foot traffic was low, no one paid much attention to her being topless. She smiled at other topless women her age, appreciating the freedom. We took a dip in the water to cool off; the water was still too cold to stay in for long, but it was refreshing. We mostly relaxed, soaking in the sun, which helped she shake off memories of a long winter. Feeling cozy and intimate, she playfully turned on her belly and invited my hand to explore her body.

Short way from the entrance, we discovered a side path that led to a shower, which was not immediately obvious from the parking lot. she, feeling sticky and yucky after swimming, was eager for a shower. Upon reaching the shower, we found it was open and offered no privacy at all, having a wide entrance flanked by sinks and featuring multiple shower heads inside. She hesitated at the entrance, wanting to shower but feeling uncomfortable about being seen. The main path allowed nudity, yet I noticed some women on the side paths were still topless

Then I suggested I would stand outside the door. If a guy tried to enter or leer, I would start a conversation to distract him. In my experience, guys who leer don’t like company. She wouldn’t take long, and I didn’t mention her being naked because I didn’t want to upset her. I took my place at the entrance with my back to the shower, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. I didn’t see she take off her swimsuit bottom and toss it on one of the benches before starting her shower. I stood just outside the entrance, in the shadow of the building. When I glanced inside, I quickly saw she standing nude in the shower. The water was running, and I yelled out but the noise made it so she didn’t hear me.

I noticed one girl in a tiny bikini bottom that drew attention. She was focused on fixing her top and almost bumped into me. When she saw me looking, she didn’t seem offended but frustrated. After a moment, I looked away, and she smiled apologetically. I looked at the shower entrance just in time to see a guy in a swimsuit walking in. At first glance, the man seemed to be in his early 20s, short and skinny, around 5 foot 4 and 130 pounds. He walked confidently, wearing a revealing swimsuit, possibly a Speedo. The man stared at her, she was naked and facing away from him. She had chosen the second shower head from the wall, while the man positioned himself right next to her, effectively cornering her. Initially, she didn’t react when she noticed him turning on the water, possibly believing he was another woman. However, she realized he was male and was visibly hard. The man smiled, maintaining a gaze on her body, showing he had no intention of being respectful. He made a move to introduce himself while holding out his hand. She did not return the gesture, instead repositioning herself to cover up.

He was unfazed and remained focused on her. He began to complain about another woman who had been at the beach earlier. He went on about his experiences with her. She looked at his cock, I waited for sign from her to intervene. Her face turned red. Meanwhile, he turned off the showers and began attempting to persuade her with smooth talk, suggesting that she should show him her body out of fairness. She firmly rejected him, but he persisted, trying to charm her by complimenting her body. He grabbed her wrist and guided her hand towards his cock. Her curiosity seemed to get the best of her, leading her to tentatively touch him.

She was focused on him, oblivious to her exposed breasts until he looked at her, drawing her attention back to her nudity. One nipple was firm while the other was soft, prompting her to instinctively cover herself after noticing his gaze. He again took her wrist, and despite her initial resistance, she began to relax. He suggested trying again, disregarding her soft refusal. He assumed her polite "no" meant she was still willing. After a brief pause, he gently guided her hand down, causing her to touch him without fully realizing it, as if she were disconnected from her actions.

I recognized that he looked larger than he was due to his hardness and physical appearance. her movements became quicker as she stroked him, and he seemed eager to progress further. However, she insisted against revealing herself, causing him to change tactics. She dismissed him, stating there were others to see, but he flattered her, telling that her body was exceptional. She seemed to have a moment of personal connection with him. I noted her half-surrender. He persisted in his request, and after some hesitation, she reluctantly revealed her pussy. In that moment, both her arms fell to her sides, he took his chance, complimenting her and touching her leg, but her thighs remained together, preventing him from getting closer.

Her tone lacked conviction and he might have misread it as encouragement. She could have been speaking to the walls for all the difference it made, as he withdrew most of his finger but continued his actions. Her legs weren't tightly closed. He easily moved up to where her legs met. His finger slid into her pussy, and she gasped at the first touch. He recognized her readiness to give in and continued. While stroking her, he urged, “Babe, let me touch you there. . . I can make you feel so good. Doesn’t it feel good? I’m begging you. It’s so beautiful, I want to make you smile. ” She shifted her legs for balance, but that allowed him to insert another finger.

For a brief moment, she turned to look at me, revealing guilt about her arousal, but then she looked away again. I thought I would intervene, but I felt trapped in the situation, unable to act. For a brief moment, she turned to look at me, revealing guilt about her arousal, but then she looked away again. I thought I would intervene, but I felt trapped in the situation, unable to act.

As he pressed deeper, it became clear how deliberate he was with his movements. His fingers expertly targeted her pleasure spots. Despite her pleas for him to stop, he pressed on, exploiting her arousal while her body betrayed her. Her climax was evident, and he didn’t stop, aiming for another. In the midst of this, she began stroking his cock. Finally, he spun her around, trying to position her for fuck but found himself struggling. They moved toward a sink, and her body language indicated willingness. She felt trapped, reluctant to resist but not entirely wanting to give in either. As he attempted to penetrate her, she quietly begged him to stop, but her pleas went unheard as he pushed forward .

He didn't stop, but something unexpected happened quickly. He moved out of position to slide his cockhead along her pussy a couple of times and then tried to press in. However, she suddenly changed her hip angle, and he was not lined up as he thought. Because she had stroked him earlier, he didn’t have much control and ended up cumming against her. Then he left.

[monraccoon]

you witnessed a sexual assault and didn’t do anything to intervene.

[Tank Turner]

you witnessed a sexual assault and didn’t do anything to intervene.

^^^Exactly^^^

If she had been my wife, that dude would have awakened days later.

My wife did a nude beach a lot when she was 19. She knew it was normal for men to check out naked women and women to check out naked guys. Never did she feel uncomfortable. Never did anyone hit on her or try to touch her. Of course, her boyfriend sitting right next to her would have prevented a perverts untoward attempt on her.

[Long Lurker 34]

you witnessed a sexual assault and didn’t do anything to intervene.

FS
- With MR on this
- I can only hope this is actually something fictional.