This story contains mature or graphic content.
For a while I worked in London and commuted from my home on a weekly basis. My opportunities for outdoor nudity at this time were seriously limited, and basically restricted to weekends—even then, not a lot. In London I would occasionally go to one of the nudist saunas in Kentish Town, but to be honest, it was boring and was generally full of old fat men playing with each other.
From time to time I would spend the weekend in London, and on these occasions I would head off to the town of Hastings on the South Coast, where there was a nudist beach I had heard about. On my first visit, I took the train from London to Hastings. It was a Saturday morning, and I took a small rucksack with me for essentials such as cash, G-string, towel, sandwiches, beer, and a map. I wore a very skimpy running vest and a very tiny pair of loose fitting white nylon shorts, which were almost completely see through. The shorts left nothing to the imagination, and I had to be careful as I walked to prevent my penis and balls just flopping out for all to see.
When I boarded the train in South London where I was staying, I felt perhaps that I had gone a little too far with the shorts—my penis kept flopping out through the leg, and they were almost see through, so everything was visible if anyone cared to look. At first I felt a little uncomfortable, but after a while I decided to just go for it. I got a couple of dirty looks from a few people, but otherwise, no one seemed to notice. So I settled down on the train for the short journey to Hastings. The journey was pretty uneventful, apart from two girls who joined my carriage at Sevenoaks and sat opposite me. The carriage was quite full, and when the girls sat opposite me I had to quickly try and rearrange my shorts to try and cover my penis. The problem was that the vibration of the train was causing my penis to become erect, and this was very evident through the thin white nylon of the shorts. My singlet was too short to pull down to cover my penis, so I just had to sit there hoping my penis would stay inside my shorts.
The two girls very quickly noticed my predicament and were giggling and staring at my bulging crotch and the clear outline of my erect penis. To make things worse, the precum on the tip of my penis was making a little wet patch, and this was making the nylon transparent at that point. Throughout the journey my penis stayed erect, and as the train arrive at Hastings I realized I had another problem: I was going to have to get up to get off the train. The two girls opposite me knew this, and were watching me with anticipation. I knew that if I stood up, there was no way I could hide my penis and it would stick out from under the brief piece of nylon currently covering it. Furthermore, the back of my shorts during the journey had pulled up, and I could feel that most of my bum was completely exposed. I decided that the best thing to do was just stay seated after the train arrived, and then get off after everyone else.
The train pulled into the station at Hastings, and as this was the end of the line, there was no hurry to get off. I sat and waited for all passengers to get off. I still had a raging hard on, and by now, the tip of my penis had pushed the foreskin back, and I was even harder still, with the wet patch of precum getting bigger. All the passengers had alighted except for the two girls opposite me. They were giggling and looking at me, and obviously waiting for me to move, so I thought what the hell, and stood up to get my rucksack from the overhead baggage shelf.
As I stood up, I could feel my penis pushing back the nylon of my shorts, and when I reached up to get the rucksack from the baggage shelf, I felt it spring out from the constraint of my tiny shorts. My penis was now on full view to the two girls, and they stopped giggling immediately and just stared at my penis and balls (they too had flopped out and were fully exposed). My penis was so very hard, and was throbbing as I stood facing the girls, they continued to stare at it and said nothing. Then one of them said, “What are you going to do about that?” pointing to my penis only inches away from her face.
I didn’t reply. I looked around, there was no one nearby, so I just started to stroke my penis as they both watched, glued to my every stroke and throb of my penis. I ejaculated very quickly, and I spurted straight towards the girls. It landed on their clothes, but they were too mesmerized to say anything—they just stared at my penis. I quickly rearranged myself and did my best to make the shorts decent again. I held my rucksack in front of my crotch when I got off the train as my penis was still swollen. The girls were still sitting there as I got out of the carriage, and I gave them a little wave. They responded back with big grins, and gesticulated to me the motions of a wanker with their hands. I laughed and quickly dashed out of the station.
Outside the station I decided to go to a nearby pub and study the map for the beach at Fairlight Glen. There was a pub next to the station, so I went in got a pint and stood at the bar and studied my map. There were a couple of other people in the pub, and after a while one of them, a middle aged woman, came up to the bar and sat down next to me. At first she said nothing, but I could sense that she was looking at me. I took a swig from my pint and briefly looked in her direction.
I smiled, and she smiled, then said, “they don’t leave much to the imagination do they?”
I looked at her quizzically and said “What don’t?”
She grinned and looked down to my shorts. I gave a short laugh and nodded my head in agreement. I mentioned that I had slipped them on in a hurry this morning and realized it was a mistake when I was on the train. She grinned at me and just nodded her head, and then asked me where I was planning to go, nodding at the map. I said I was planning to go to Fairlight Glen, the nudist beach.
She smiled again, and looking at my shorts once more said, “Yes I thought so. My friend and I are going there too this afternoon. Why don’t you come with us? We can give you a lift in the car.”
She nodded across to her friend who was sitting at one of the tables. She was much younger than the woman next to me, and quite attractive too—they both were actually.
Anyway, this sounded like a good idea to me, and I agreed.