It was a gloriously sunny morning as I crept out of the cottage for my early morning jog. The cottage was a genuinely old Cornish stone built building in a small fishing village on the South coast. My morning jogs normally took me along the coast path in one direction or the other unless the weather was wet when I would usually go inland instead; it was superb coastal scenery and generally not a bad path for running.
This morning, the weather could not have been better so on a brief flight of fancy I decided to take along a towel and bikini with the thought that I might take a brief dip on the way back, despite the fact that I knew the water was pretty cold!
It was around 7.30 in the morning when I set off, carrier bag under my arm, through the village. There were fishermen busy in the village but once out on the coast path, I saw no-one. The sun gleamed off the sea, there was a gentle warm breeze, and I felt good. The path wound its way westwards, mostly over sheer cliffs, past the odd small cove and still I saw not a single person. After about twenty minutes or so, I decided it was time to turn back. I was feeling full of energy and enthusiasm still but a gentle sweat was building up which was starting to turn my mind towards that refreshing dip.
I pushed harder, stretching my legs out, until my heart was beating a little faster, my breathing a little heavier and the sweat coming more freely. I was now beginning to feel hot, my panties and T-shirt damp with sweat, my bra feeling tight and constricting; I longed to strip it all off and leap into that water.
About a third of the way back I came to the point on the path, high up on the cliffs, where a side path wound down to a small sandy cove, quite concealed from the coast path; I had discovered it while walking earlier in the week. I slowed to an easy jog, panting gently from my exertions; the path was narrow and rough and I knew would quickly wind steeply downwards. At last the cove came into view as the path dropped beneath me; it was of course deserted, a stretch of untrodden golden sand flanked by cliffs and rocks on three sides with waves of clear blue water gently breaking along it. It looked unbelievably inviting.
I started the steep clamber down; it was very rough and quite difficult in places. Around half way, just as I was pausing to negotiate a particularly steep section, a splash from the corner of the cove made me glance down again. I stopped in my tracks, nearly losing my footing; a figure was swimming strongly from the direction of a group of rocks almost out of sight round the corner of the cove. It looked like a man, lightly tanned (but for a bare pale backside) who I assume had dived in from one of the rocks and was now swimming towards the beach. He was very quickly into shallow water and in moments was wading in so that I could see that he was indeed totally naked. He appeared a little older than me but looked slim and firmly muscled.
I was filled with a mixture of emotions; firstly irritation that my peace and tranquillity had been disturbed by another person, secondly with a buzz of excitement from seeing this fairly good-looking naked male body fully exposed below me. And then I was in a quandary as to what to do next. While I was pondering, the figure below shook the bulk of the water from himself, then broke into a brisk jog and ran right the way along the beach, just skirting the water's edge, to the far side of the cove. I was riveted by the sight of his pale backside, firm and muscular, disappearing into the distance and instinctively climbed a little further down as I was watching to get a better view.
Then, moments later, he had turned and was running back, retracing his footsteps. Again I froze as I watched. He appeared to be running just to warm himself up after his swim and, possibly just for the joy of running; his face, which I could now just make out, appeared to have an expression of almost childish pleasure. He seemed to be revelling in what he thought was his own private pleasurable experience. I realised I was watching something of a kindred spirit and also was starting to feel aroused at watching this very unguarded personal display. As he returned to my end of the beach, he stopped and turned to face the sea (and the sun) and stood there simply soaking up the sun and the atmosphere.
I simply stood and watched, excited, afraid to move in case I broke the spell.
Moments later he was off jogging up the beach again. I couldn't bring myself to retreat at this stage so I quickly slithered and stumbled my way down the remaining section of path and managed to find a rock to sit on from where I could watch more comfortably. He would certainly see me there if he looked in the right direction but I wasn't prepared to try and hide from him. I watched as he returned. He really was running just for the joy of it. I felt envious. The idea of doing that really appealed to me as well. As he got closer I could see him more clearly. The body looked firm and youthful, the movements were vibrant, but the face looked older except for the eyes which were bright and smiling.
Inevitably my eyes kept returning to just below that firm muscled stomach. His cock had been small, flaccid and rather uninspiring when I first saw him but it now seemed half aroused, flopping from side to side, up and down, as he ran, and I felt a flurry of excitement myself as I watched. He showed no sign of having seen me yet; he appeared aroused only by his situation (and perhaps his own thoughts!). I wanted to join him, to strip everything off and run into the water as he had done, to run around on the sand as he was doing. But how? I felt shy but excited at the same time. What would his reaction be? I rather felt I was invading his privacy. First things first; I would start by taking off my trainers and socks, that was easy anyway.
As he reached my end of the beach, he again paused, turning to face the sea. I started to undo my laces while I wondered what to do next. As it turned out, I didn't have to make a decision. He suddenly seemed to sense that he was not alone and turned to look in my direction, only about ten yards away now. He saw me immediately and a range of emotions rapidly flitted across his face. Firstly there was surprise, perhaps annoyance, then embarrassment, then a realisation that I obviously wasn't concerned, then a gradual relaxation again.
I felt I had to say something, "Hi!" I called "Isn't it beautiful. I was planning a quick dip myself, I hope you don't mind; I rather feel I'm intruding!".
He looked happier. "Not at all!" he laughed, "Please feel free! My initial reaction was to rush away and put some clothes on but there doesn't seem much point if you've been sitting here watching me! I presume you don't mind?".
"No I don't", I chuckled, "You looked so natural and so happy, I didn't really like disturbing you at all; I'd rather like to do the same if that's OK with you. I've been running quite hard along the coast path and began to feel all hot and sweaty. A quick dip seemed really appealing; I brought my bikini just in case but watching you has inspired me; I don't think I'll bother with it!".
He smiled enthusiastically and as his excitement at the thought began to make itself apparent, he turned with slight embarrassment saying, "I'm going round for another dive; I'll leave you to strip off".
I watched him clamber off down the side of the cove, jumping nimbly from rock to rock, as he made his way round to the rock from which I had originally heard him dive. I felt happier with the situation now and far less nervous. He seemed a nice guy, attractive and considerate, and because he seemed at ease with his nakedness, I felt far less inhibited about stripping off. I stepped off the rocks onto the warm smooth sand leaving my socks and trainers behind. "Come on Jan!" I said to myself, "Strip off now. It'll be easier before he comes back. And then into that gorgeous water!".
Having had a firm word with myself, I quickly peeled off my shorts, my T-shirt and then, before I had time to change my mind, slipped off the bra and peeled down the sweaty knickers. I spread them over a large rock to dry off a bit in the sun and then turned to face the sea. I stretched my arms in the air, feeling the gorgeous fresh air caressing my skin, feeling the warmth of the early-morning sun on me. It was so sheltered this cove; it felt really warm even at this time in the morning. I just stood there for a moment soaking up the sunshine, thinking how beautiful it was.
I suddenly remembered that I was not alone. I glanced just in time to see my friend execute a fine dive from a large rock into the water round the side of the cove. Next minute he was swimming a powerful breaststroke towards the beach. I fancied running naked up the beach as he had done so sprinted off enthusiastically. It felt wonderful; the freedom of it, just running for the joy of it; the warm sand under my bare feet, the fresh air on my skin, my breasts vibrating freely as I moved, feeling beautiful without the constricting bra, not at all uncomfortable. The whole situation was tremendously exciting, in fact quite arousing. It would have been even without my newfound friend, but his presence probably made it even more so.
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