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Through the arch in the cliff, the next beach was much sandier and was scattered with large rocks and boulders, as well as numerous rock pools. I slipped off my trainers and left them by the rocks; the warm sand felt soft on my feet and the feeling of total nakedness was wonderful. I forgot about the woman behind me and just walked along the beach in my own nude world. My penis was still erect, and as I walked I gently stroked it maintaining my aroused condition and pulled my foreskin back to expose the purple wet head to the sea air. I sat down on the sand by one of the rocks facing out to sea continuing to gently masturbate; I was enjoying myself and was indulging in my favorite hobby: naked outdoor masturbation. As I sat there on the sand with my back against the rock masturbating, I heard something to my right and noticed the woman with her dog walking slowly along the beach in my direction. I stopped masturbating and raised my right leg in an attempt to hide my penis from her view, it was probably too late but I felt I should at least attempt to cover up, even though I was quite openly nude. She was getting closer and all the time looking in my direction. She was dressed in blue denim jeans and a red T-shirt; she looked to be about thirty years old and looked very attractive with her long brown hair blowing freely in the sea breeze. I watched as she approached, not sure how she would react to my nudity. I was feeling a little nervous. She was coming directly toward me now and her eyes were firmly on me, I braced myself for what I thought was surely going to be a rebuke.
She stopped about ten feet away and directly in front of me. At first when I saw the look on her face I thought she was going to be angry, but when she spoke she was friendly and slightly bemused. “You look very comfortable there,” she said, smiling eventually. “I saw you when I parked my car and decided to follow you. Why are you naked? Where are your clothes?” My bum was becoming numb now with sitting on the damp sand so I stood up facing her with my penis still partially erect and brushed the sand off my buttocks. She looked me up and down as I explained to her that I lived locally on a croft and spent the whole time naked. This morning I had driven here naked to explore the local beaches. “Well you should be careful,” she said. “Some people might get upset at seeing you naked here.” I looked at her and said, “Does it upset you?” With a coy smile she looked me in the eyes and said, “No, not at all. I enjoy being naked also and I enjoy the view anyway.” I smiled at this and suggested she might like to join me; she laughed and said, “No, not this time, maybe another day—and anyway the dog needs his walk.” She started to move away to continue her walk then stopped, turned to me, and asked, “Just out of curiosity, where is it that you live?” I told her exactly where I lived and at that she gave me a little wave and walked off down the beach glancing back to take a final look in my direction. I stayed on the beach for about another thirty minutes and decided to head back to the car, picking up my trainers at the arch in the rock on my way. When I got to the car park I noticed that no other cars had arrived, so, slipping on my trainers, I walked over to a bench seat overlooking the beach and out to sea, I sat down and just watched the waves gently rolling up the beach. I felt so very relaxed and content.
