Letter 19 First Time Skinny Dipping.

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From Shanti,            
Titirangi,            
Auckland,            
New Zealand.            

            To Joseph,
            The Game Reserve,
            Andhra Pradesh,
            India.

Dear Joseph and Lizamoa,
        Wow! So you two got to play “Strip.”The thought of you guys stripping to the fate of cards is almost as thrilling as when I got to do it the first time myself. Did Lizamoa enjoy stripping and baring her body in front of those men too? I know you well enough Joseph to know that you welcomed any chance to bare your erection for the ladies. Am I right?

        Now to our sari series or perhaps it might be better to call it our nude series now.  You’ve seen us both completely naked now so what else can we show you. So as I said last time the story continues. Here we are both on the floor in our lounge giving each other a full nude massage using oil. See how my naked body is shining in the light. Hope you like these too but remember I’m not finished yet. There are even more surprises in the last set of photos before we finish this series.

        This letter is going to be another long one. When we were writing the story about making love on the beach we were reminded of another time when Mike and I went skinny-dipping and made love on a beach. We sat down together and wrote this story for you. Mike wanted to write this a bit differently so you get to see things from both him and me in the story. See how this works out.
        First some background on where this story happened. We were at a beach on the East Coast of New Zealand about an hour north of Auckland. The beach was a long surf beach running along a spit of sand dunes between the ocean and a narrow harbour. Near the end of this sandy spit was an unmanned, navigation light on a small tower beside the main car park for the beach. This beach wasn’t as popular as many of the other beaches near the city of Auckland. Now let’s get on with the story.

        Mike stood waist-deep in the water and looked at me as I took off the light cover-up I’d worn over my new bikini swimsuit. He watched as I carefully rolled it up and set it on the sand, then stood and looked out over the water. A wave broke around him, almost knocking him over and when he looked back at me. I was standing at the edge of the water grinning at him.
        As he watched me, he wondered why he’d never taken me to this beach before. We’d dated for nearly a year now and although we lived only an hour or so away, this was the first time we had driven to the east coast surf beaches.
        Before I started dating Mike I never ever went swimming. I was far too shy to ever be seen in swimming togs. Mike encouraged me to buy a one-piece swimming costume which normally I wore whenever we went to the local pools but more recently, just to please him, I’d allowed him to buy me a bikini. The bikini had proven to be briefer than I’d expected so he had chosen this lonely beach so I would be able to wear it for the first time, without feeling embarrassed.
        Mike thought, “She looks beautiful, standing there, wearing only three small triangles of red cloth.”
        It was late February and the water was as warm as it ever gets on the East Coast. Mike was relaxed in the cool water, enjoying the pleasant relief it offered from the hot summer afternoon.

        I walked down to the water’s edge and stood looking at the surf. I know Mike had begun to wonder if I’d chicken out and not come in at all when an extra-large wave rolled up the sand and broke over my feet. I gasped at the water’s temperature before making up my mind to step forward into the surf.
        Another wave broke around Mike, briefly lifting him off his feet as he watched me slowly wade out towards him.
        I yelled briefly as I lost my balance in the surge, then came up grinning.
        “I’ve never been where there’s surf before,” I said. “This is fun.”
        “That’s why I brought you here,” Mike said, grinning as I shook my wet hair out of my face.
        “I like it here,” I replied to him.
        “Want to try body surfing?” he asked.
        “I don’t know, is it safe?”
        “Watch me. Get used to the feel of the water while I show you.”
        The surf on the beach where I normally swim isn’t usually high enough for serious body surfing. Here it was different. There were always good waves at this beach. There was a brisk breeze blowing towards the shore, so the surf was high enough that Mike had fun showing me how to do it.
        “You dive forward just as the wave reaches you,” he explained. “Sometimes you can ride all the way to the beach.”
        A few minutes later, I had found my wave and I let it wash me right up onto the fine sand of the beach. Laughing I sat up and let the next wave wash the sand off my front.
        “You OK?” Mike called, not sure I could hear him over the sound of the surf.
        “Sure,” I called as I got up and waded out towards him. “That was neat,”
        When I was close enough to talk without yelling I said, “I’ve got sand in my bikini, though, ugh.”
        “Take off your suit and clean it out,” Mike suggested.
        “What?” I said a look of shock on my face.
        “Who’s to see,” Mike asked, scanning the empty beach. “We’re a quarter mile from the nearest people, and you’re underwater; there’s nothing to be modest about.”

        Mike lost his balance to a wave and when he came up I was laughing at him. He grinned as he saw me bend down to take off my bikini bottom and then wade out into deeper water before taking off the top as well. I had just undone the bow that held it on when I lost my balance to another wave. I came up sputtering and realised my hand was empty.
        Mike couldn’t make out what I was yelling at him until he got closer. “I let go of my swimsuit when that damn wave hit me,” I said, feeling angry with myself. “I’ve lost it in the water!”
        Mike ducked under the water and looked. He couldn’t see very well under the water, but he knew that the red suit ought to be easy to see. He saw me standing a few feet away and occasionally being lifted by a wave, he saw a small fish swimming nearby, staying in one place with its head pointed towards the beach, but he didn’t see a swimsuit.
        As he came up, he realised what the fish told him. “There’s a bit of an undertow here,” he said, “nothing dangerous, but enough to take away a loose swimsuit.”
        “So what do I do now?”
        “Relax and enjoy it?” Mike suggested, grinning. “There is nothing you can do. It's gone now!”
        That was easy for him to say. He wasn't standing there naked.

        When I didn’t return his grin, he began to think about what clothes we had with us. There was not very much. We had left everything in the car.
        “You wore a cover-up over your bikini on the way here; you can wear it when we walk back to the car.”
        “But it’s almost transparent!”
        He grinned again. “We’ll walk back through the dunes to the car park; that way, we won’t run into any crowds.
        I looked seriously at him and then at the long line of dunes. The car park was behind the lighthouse that rose over the dunes over a mile away and most of the people who used the beach were there as well.
        “Well I really don’t have much choice, do I? I guess that’s as good a plan as any. Want to go get my shirt and shake out the sand before I get out of the water?”
        “Why hurry,” he said. “We’ve hardly been here for 20 minutes and I like seeing you swimming nude.”
        I gave him a pained look, but before I could respond, we both lost our balance to a wave. When I came up, Mike was laughing.
        “OK, we’ll stay,” I said. “These waves are sort of fun.”

        Mike caught the next wave and rode it to the sand then rolled over and looked back at me. I floated neck-deep in the water, and as the next wave approached me, I looked over my shoulder and then dived forward to ride it shoreward.
        As I dived, Mike saw my breasts were briefly out of the water, and as I rode the wave to the beach, he saw the lighter golden brown of my bare bottom.
        As the wave washed back off the sand, he was looking at my naked body as it was briefly exposed on the sand. I grinned at him when I noticed his eyes on me, but as the next wave broke over me, I slid back into the water with it.

        Now Mike was feeling his penis slowly begin to stir as he watched me naked in the water. He got up and waded back into the surf, following me.
        I was swimming low in the water while he waded back to me, and he almost caught up when he was tumbled by another wave. When he came up, I giggled at him.
        I reached down and touched his erection. “You like looking at me, didn’t you?”
        “Yes,” he said. “You’ve got a beautiful body.”
        I stood up as the next wave passed and smiled at him as the water fell to expose first my breasts and then very briefly my pubic hair.
        He noticed that my nipples were erect, but he wasn’t sure if it was the water temperature or sexual excitement. Before he had a chance to find out, we were both tumbled by the next wave. I laughed as we came up.
        We enjoyed the surf for a while riding the waves and having fun in the water. Finally, I began to feel a bit cold and wanted to get out.
        “Let’s ride another wave together and then head for the car, OK?”
        “OK,” Mike said.

        We stood hand in hand waiting for the right wave and then dived forward together as it approached. The wave lifted us, and we slid down its face as it drove us onto the beach.
        “Do you mind checking to see if anyone’s near?” I said, propping myself up on my elbows as the next wave washed around me.
        Mike got up and looked around, seeing nobody.
        “OK,” he said and then watched while I rolled over on my back to let the next wave wash over my naked breasts. I saw his penis harden as he watched me get up.
        “That suit’s not really made for a hard-on,” I said, smiling at him as I walked up onto the beach.
        “No, but you looked so sexy lying there naked, though.”
        I gave him a gentle kiss, and he felt his penis expanding more as I briefly pressed my cool wet breasts against his chest. My lips were cool at first, but as I kissed him, they grew warm. He was a bit disappointed when I broke the kiss to bend down and pick up my shirt.
        “Come on,” I said, walking off towards the line of dunes.
        “Aren’t you going to put the shirt on?”
        “I was, but then I realised it would just stick to me and make me look like one of those wet T-shirt contest winners. Anyway, now that I’m out here with nothing on, I kind of like it. I’ve never been skinny-dipping before, but I’d be tempted to do it again sometime.”
        “You acted like it really bothered you at first.”
        “I guess it did, but I guess that’s just habit. I'm not used to being like this on a beach.”

        He fell back behind me. I know; to look at my pretty bottom as I walked across the hot sand, and as he watched me, he was thinking about making love. By the time we reached the dunes, his swimsuit was still wet, but the hot dry air of late February had dried his skin.
        The face of the dune was steep and I paused to put on my cover-up before trying to climb it. Mike had thought that he would be disappointed when I covered myself, but he’d forgotten the nature of my cover-up.
        I turned to him after I had put it on and asked, “How’s this look?”
        The cover-up was made as much to show off what was worn under it as to hide anything. It covered my loosely from shoulders to mid-thigh, but when I faced him, I know he could see breasts showing clearly through the sheer fabric.
        “I like it,” he said, kissing me and feeling the texture of the fabric sliding over my breast under his fingers. “You should always wear something like that.”
        I gave him another pained look then returned his kiss and gave him a quick hug before starting to climb the shifting sands of the dune. He liked watching my rounded behind through the thin cloth as I climbed, but I waited for him when I realised he was behind me.

        “You know,” I said as we reached the top of the dune. “If the water were a bit warmer, it might have been fun to make love in the surf.”
        Mike felt his penis tighten again. “I’d like to make love to you right now.”
        I squeezed his hand as we wound our way along the dune top towards the distant lighthouse. “Out here, in public?”
        “What public?” he asked.
        I hugged him as they walked on. “If we had a blanket or even a beach towel, I might be tempted to go along with you, but I don’t like the idea of digging sand out of myself.”
        “Sorry, I hadn’t thought of that,” Mike said.
        We came to a break in the line of dunes and had to scramble down and back up to the net ridge, and as we reached the top, Mike had an idea. “Want to try it with you on top? You won't be in the sand then.”
        I stopped walking and looked at him. “Are you serious?”
        “Yes,” he replied and I could see he wanted it.
        I smiled and turned and walked away from him along the dune top. I wanted to think by myself, so Mike let me walk ahead. While I walked ahead, he admired me, enjoying the play of the sun on and through my cover-up as it rippled in the wind. I walked on the sand between low hummocks of grass and scrub that grew on the top of the dune and then climbed one of the taller hummocks.

        After a pause to look around, I walked down towards him, smiling as my breasts bounced pleasantly under my cover-up.
        “Ok,” I said as we came together. “We can do it if you want!”
        He just smiled back at me slightly surprised.
        “Come on then!” I called back as I ran ahead of him.
        He began to harden as he followed me to a nearby hollow at the top of the next dunes. As we entered the hollow, I slipped off the cover-up and hung it on one of the scrubby trees growing to one side of the hollow. He looked at me as I stood surveying the hollow, and then slid out of his swimsuit and set it on the scrub next to my cover-up.
        I held out my hands to him as I looked at his erect penis and then came into his arms and kissed him. My erect nipples gently brushed his chest as we kissed, and then I pressed myself tightly against him as we hugged.
        “This is kind of turning me on,” I whispered, pausing briefly. “Doing it out in the open like this. It’s really a bit naughty, don’t you think?”
        “Just a bit,” he answered as he looked at me.
        “Come on!” I said grasping his hand. “Let’s do it!"

        I led him to a grassy tussock and continued to stand as he sat on it. The grass was hot and it tickled his bottom as he sat on it, but he hardly noticed it. I stood in front of him about arms arm’s length looking down at his erect penis while he looked back up at me admiring my naked body directly in front of his face.
        Then I knelt in front of him with my hands behind his head. He ran his hands slowly up and down the soft skin of my waist and then pulled me towards him to kiss my breast. He kissed the soft skin around my erect nipples and then began gently sucking. I pulled his head to my breast and stroked his hair as he sucked harder, and as he ran his hands over the round of my behind I pressed my hips against his stomach.
        He could feel the moisture between my legs as he lightly touched me there. He suddenly realised how turned on I was. As I rocked my hips, my thigh brushed against his erect penis. He held my hips and pushed gently down while he let go of my nipple and began kissing his way up towards my neck. My skin tingled with every kiss, and his penis stiffened in anticipation as I straddled him.
        I gently brushed the mouth of my vagina against the tip of his penis as I lined myself up and then slowly engulfed him. He hugged me to him as I felt myself sliding down over him, and then he kissed me under the chin as we began to rock. I had pressed myself tightly against him, and with each gentle rock of my hips, I felt a rising tension in myself.
        I kissed him gently on the lips and as I gently rocked in his lap, my tongue met his. My hands pulled at him as he touched my back, and then I broke the kiss with a moan and began grinding my hips. The distant sound of the surf blended with the pounding of his heart as I shuddered and sighed in his lap, and as my climax hit me, I pulled him to me and kissed him fiercely on the mouth.
        I leaned back with my arms around him and smiled down at him with a gentle smile, but he was too excited to notice. As I began pumping myself up and down on his penis, he reached for my breasts, feeling them, fondling them briefly until the sensation of my engulfing vagina overwhelmed him. His climax was explosive and convulsive; he thrust his penis into me as I sat down hard in his lap, and then he held me tightly for a long time as he relaxed in the afterglow of his orgasm.
        “How was that?” He finally gasped, still slightly out of breath.
        “That was fun,” I said quietly, still holding onto his limp penis within my vagina.

        He smiled back at me, feeling a bit disappointed as I got up off him and smiled down at his penis as it glistened in the sun. He didn’t want to talk yet, but when I handed him his swimsuit, he brushed the sand off his behind and put it on before he followed me up out of the hollow in the dunes towards the distance parking lot.
        We had to scramble down two more breaks in the line of dunes and climb to the next dune top before we finally walked down the irregular back of the dune leading down into the car park. We could hear the voices of children playing near the lighthouse as we walked into the half-full park, but nobody was in sight as Mike and I walked over the hot sand to our car.
        He finally spoke as he sat in the driver’s seat. “I hope you don’t mind what we did.”
        I smiled at him, then leaned over and kissed him.
        “Nope,” I said as I kissed him again. “Not at all. That was an expensive bikini, but it was worth it.”
        “Well worth it,” Mike agreed as he engaged the car in gear and drove towards the car park entrance.
        (You may have noticed how much Mike helped with this story. I am not sure how well this worked out though.)

        Now just before I end, I noticed a comment at the end of your letter. So you are considering a trip to New Zealand? This will be great if you can make it here. So please tell us all about your plans etc.

        Well, that is all I have for this letter.
                Wishing you all the best,
                        Bye for now,
                                Love from,
                                        Shanti and Mike.

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