Teen girls visit nudist beach for first time, what will happen?

[Hazelnut_latte69]

Penelope Whitaker was your typical 18yo girl. Having just graduated High-school 2 weeks ago she was looking to celebrate and shake off the stress from her final exams. Moreover, Penelope discovered her BF of 1.5 years had cheated on her. Now single Penelope was looking to "get back out there" and see what the dating market has in store for her.

Penelope was a 'good girl" sweet, studious, loyal, polite and pretty, she had a lot of good things going for her. In order to celebrate her burgeoning adulthood and freedom she decided to do something out of the ordinary (for her).

She decided to visit a nudist beach and was open to whatever (or whoever) came her way. Penelope drove 2 hours from her home and arrived at the beach.

She parked her car and walked down to the beach where there were many people mingling about. People of all ages, races, body types etc

Penelope was 5'5, had medium tanned skin, C cup breasts, dark brown hair, green eyes, medium sized butt and a somewhat angular facial structure with full lips. She was half British and half Italian, this gave her a touch of Mediterranean exoticism.


Penelope layed down on the sand over her beach towel. She removed all her clothing and placed it in her duffel bag beside her. Penelope was now completely nude her youthful, taut body and waxed pussy on display for all.

She lays quiet and anxiously and observes the beach and other nudists.

What will happen next?

 

[susurrus]

This beach was Angus's favorite. A nude beach, but it wasn't overrun by other guys, surprisingly enough. Not that there weren't plenty of singles, but not in the numbers that one would expect.

He'd been coming here for a few years. It was a good place to people watch, if your hobby was watching people with no clothes on. Contrary to the popular belief, not everyone who attended nude beaches was a supermodel. Nevertheless, there was a beauty in the variety of body types he saw there. Young, old, thick, thin, white, dark, well-endowed (take your pick) and not so much, they all were attractive.

There was an unspoken rule, and for the most part, everyone followed it: If they don't look interested in being approached, leave 'em alone. Look, but don't bother.

Being an older man, Angus knew to be quite circumspect in striking up conversations with strangers, particularly female ones. And in specific, younger females. It wasn't that he looked like a predator: he was fairly handsome, tall with salt-and-pepper hair down past his shoulders and a well-trimmed beard. He kept himself in shape, though he wasn't cut like a body builder. The women he'd known - both socially and sexually - considered him a fine-looking man, both below as well as above. He did his best to accentuate that by being polite and well-spoken. Oh, he could be rough and crass if desired, but he knew that seldom won friends or lovers on first contact.

While idly gazing across the nude bodies, he saw her come in. He hadn't seen her before, and there was something in her movements that told him she'd never been to a nude beach before. Still, she set up her chosen spot and disrobed. She'd been pretty before she took off her clothes, and what she revealed as her skin was exposed merely enhanced it.

When she settled, she didn't just lay down in that, "Leave me alone," posture many single women took up. This one, remarkably enough, stayed propped up on her elbows, gazing around, taking in the sights around her.

Angus decided to take the chance and walked over. Always feeling more than a little predatory towering over a person on a towel, Angus squatted.

"I've never seen you here before," he said as warmly as he could. "Welcome. Do you mind if I join you for a moment?"