As we drove around the bend the view in front of us was incredible. A friend had told us about this unspoilt stretch of the Mediterranean coast of Spain. The landscape was dry, volcanic and rugged which contrasted beautifully with the aquamarine sea. We were high on the cliff edge and below us we could see a series of small coves, some with beaches, some rocky, but the most important thing was they were all almost entirely deserted. My wife, Emma, squealed with excitement and I squeezed her thigh.
We had left the kids with their grandparents and intended to spend the day snorkeling and being naked in a secluded cove. Spain has a very relaxed attitude to nudity, especially in the secluded beaches of this area, but we still felt more comfortable getting naked where there weren’t too many people about.
I parked the car and stepped out into the sweltering sunshine. The heat seemed to radiate off the rocky ground.
“I am soooo excited,” Emma said in her upper class British accent.
“Me too, I need to get into that water,” I replied.
“I need to get naked!” Emma said. She was such a little naturist, which suited me fine. I loved to watch her shapely body moving in the bright sunshine. I was less comfortable with my own nakedness, as soon as I got wet my cock seemed to almost disappear. I felt a little self-conscious, even in front of my wife of 15 years.
Emma never seemed to feel self-conscious. She is very open and confident, which is one of the things I love about her. I am a little more reserved… happier fixing a car than making small talk.
We decided on a cove that had no beach, just large rocks, because we thought it would attract fewer people and the snorkeling would be better. We struggled with the beer cooler and snorkeling gear around rocks and cliffs until we got to our chosen spot.
“This looks perfect,” Emma said, dropping our bag onto some flat rocks. Behind us was a sheer cliff, to each side you had to climb over rocks to get to where we were and in front lay the Mediterranean. A small rock reef formed a circle in front of us, with sharp rocks breaking the surface of the water. Within the circle the water was mirror-like…perfect for snorkeling.
“Want a beer?” I asked. Emma said yes as she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders. I watched as her body was revealed. She had golden Scandinavian-type skin but her tits and ass were creamy white. Her pussy hair was full, but trimmed. She was curvy and delicious. She took the beer and sat sipping, gazing at the water in front of us. I couldn’t resist a glance at her neat little pussy nestled between her golden thighs.
I walked over and kissed her, the kiss turned into a tonguing session and my cock started to harden.
“Hey, snorkeling first, fucking later,” she said, in a typically direct way. The prospect of fucking in the hot sunshine only made my cock harden more.
“Can you put some sun cream on my white bits,” she asked. She lay on her stomach and I squirted the now hot cream on her full buttocks. I rubbed it in using slow, sensuous, circles, occasionally ‘accidentally’ slipping a finger between her butt cheeks. She giggled.
“Turn over,” I said. I squirted more cream on each of her tits and around her pussy. I took my time rubbing the cream into her tits. Her nipples stood proud. She moaned gently. I then moved to the area around her pussy. I could not help but have a little stroke of her pink pussy lips. She slapped my hand away with a smile.
“Lets have a snorkel,” she said
“OK,” I replied, jumping up to get the kit out of the bag.
The water was delightful, warm and turquoise. For me there is something very sexy about a woman’s body underwater. The goosebumps and lack of gravity work wonders for me and I spent almost as much time watching her as I did the fish. Every know and then I would swim up to her and rub my hand over her ass or cup a slippery, sun-creamed breast. She responded by groping my cock and giggling through her snorkel, but then swam on.
After and hour or so in the water we pulled ourselves out and got a drink. We sat on the towel warming in the sun, talking excitedly about what we had seen. It was bliss. We were a couple of feet away from the crystal clear water and we had not a care in the world.
While we were talking we noticed a snorkeller coming towards us. All you could see was his snorkel and the top of his head. He was close, but Emma didn’t bother getting dressed as he was likely to snorkel past us.
Suddenly he stood up. We hadn’t realised the water he was in was so shallow. It was too late for Emma to get dressed, as our clothes were quite a way behind us. He was holding some kind of shellfish.
“I am sorry,” he said with a thick Spanish accent. He was walking out of the water towards us. “I found this. It is giant mussel and I am so excited I want to show somebody, it is a little rare.” he said, laying the large clam-like shellfish down in front of us. The shell tapered down to a point, which obviously anchored it in the sand. He was a nice looking guy, with a friendly face. He was so enthusiastic about the rare mussel that he seemed not to have noticed that Emma was naked.