Waiting for Peter

The walk home was pure **** and pure lust all at once. With every step, a warm, thick mixture of strangers’ cum oozed out of my pussy and ran down my thighs. My short dress clung to my skin, and my face and breasts were still slightly sticky. I could feel the stares of the few people coming toward me—could they smell it? Did they suspect that I’d just swallowed five loads and let two strangers cum all over me? Just the thought of it made me wet again.

When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my dress and stepped into the shower. The warm water ran over my face, washing the dried cum off my breasts and stomach. But between my legs, it wasn’t getting any better. I spread my legs, slid two fingers into my still-open, swollen pussy, and scooped out thick, creamy residue. I couldn’t help myself. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, spread my legs wide, and started fingering myself—first two, then three fingers. With my other hand, I rubbed my clit. I thought about the thick cocks, about the feeling when they came inside me, and came within two minutes, moaning loudly. My whole body trembled; fresh juices mixed with the leftover cum and ran into the tub.

Exhausted but satisfied, I cleaned myself up properly, slipped on just a loose shirt, and fell into bed.

The next day

I left right on time. The coordinates led me to a small, idyllic lake outside the city. When I arrived, I saw the sign: Nude Beach. I paused for a moment. Peter wanted to send me to a nude beach? After everything that had happened in the last few days—the glory hole, the tanning bed, the news—I knew he was into that sort of thing. And I… I was into it too by now.

The beach was still almost deserted. Just a few older couples scattered way in the back. Perfect.

I walked to the spot Peter had described to me—a somewhat secluded, sunny meadow right by the water, half-hidden behind tall reeds. I slowly undressed. First the dress, then the bra, then the panties. I stood there completely naked, the sun on my skin, the light breeze brushing over my bare breasts and my smooth, shaved pussy. I spread out my towel, lay down, spread my legs slightly, and waited for Peter.

My phone vibrated.

Peter:

I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, baby.

Traffic was worse than I thought.

Why don’t you play around a little with that little pink vibrator I gave you yesterday…

I want to find you already wet

I smiled, took the vibrator out of my bag, and turned it on. The familiar hum sounded. At first, I just ran it slowly over my clit, then I pushed it deep into my still-sensitive pussy. The sun warmed my bare skin, the wind brushed against my hard nipples. I lay there completely exposed—legs spread wide, one hand on my breasts, the other slowly fucking me with the vibrator.

It felt dangerously good. Anyone passing by now would see me like this: completely naked, with a vibrator in my pussy, moaning under the sun. But the beach was still empty. Only the soft lapping of the water and my own moans could be heard.

I turned the vibrator up and pushed it deeper. My hips moved in circles automatically. I was soaking wet again.

I lay completely relaxed on my towel, the sun burning pleasantly on my bare skin. Legs spread wide, the pink vibrator deep inside my pussy, I fucked myself slowly and with relish. The hum mingled with the soft lapping of the lake. My free hand alternately kneaded my breasts, twisting the hard nipples. I was on the verge of coming again.

Suddenly I heard footsteps. Lots of footsteps.

I opened my eyes and froze.

A large group of about 30 people was coming straight toward me—all completely naked. Young students, some a bit older, men and women. Many of the men were already half-hard or fully erect, their cocks dangling or bobbing with every step. The women were completely shaved or had only narrow strips of hair; their pussies were glistening in places with sweat and arousal in the hot sun. The air suddenly smelled of sunscreen, sweat, and bare skin.

They spread out in a circle around me, about five to six meters apart, and sat down. Some leaned back, others propped themselves up on their elbows—all of them looking straight between my legs.

My heart was pounding in my throat.

In a panic, I wanted to pull the vibrator out and clamp my legs together, placing a hand protectively over my breasts. But then it hit me like a bolt of lightning: I came harder than ever before, and everyone could see me.

I even spread my legs a little wider, left the vibrator deep inside me, and looked around. The men’s gazes burned into my skin; the women eyed me curiously and aroused. Some of the girls had already opened their legs slightly, a hand resting between their own thighs.

The shame mingled with such a powerful wave of lust that I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh God…,” I gasped softly.

The vibrator continued to buzz inside me, my hips thrusting upward automatically. I looked directly into the faces of the onlookers as I fucked myself—openly, uninhibitedly, in front of thirty naked spectators. My breasts bounced, my breath came in gasps. Then it hit me.

I came hard.

My whole body tensed, my pussy visibly clenched around the vibrator, fresh juices ran out and dripped onto the towel. I moaned loudly, unable to hold it back. My legs trembled uncontrollably as I came in front of all those strangers’ eyes.

Afterward, I just lay there like that—legs wide open, the vibrator still humming softly inside me, cum and my own juices glistening on my thighs. The sun beat down on my naked, sweat-drenched skin. I was breathing heavily and waiting.

Waiting for Peter.