My best sex ever was... on a nudist beach
On Hayley’s* romantic trip, sex on the beach was on the menu in more ways than one…
Nick* and I had been together for a year when we decided to go on our first holiday as a couple. We’d met at work, writing travel brochures, and Croatia was at the top of our list. Although we were practically living together already, the idea of spending a week of endless “alone time” with one another still made my stomach lurch with excitement.
Sex-wise, we were pretty adventurous. We were up for anything: a quiet corner at a wedding or even outside.
The holiday was pure bliss. We were still firmly in our honeymoon period and would lounge on the beach all day, then nip back to the room for an afternoon shag. On the fourth day, we caught a boat from Dubrovnik to a tiny island. There was only one beach, but when I saw the sign at the entrance, accompanied by wandering naked people, I realised it wasn’t a regular one.
Neither of us had ever been to a nudist beach before, and initially we kept to ourselves, feeling self-conscious and giggly. We hadn’t planned to go naked, but everybody was staring at us and it felt offensive to keep our clothes on. I saw a woman who couldn’t take her eyes off Nick, and I started to like the idea of being naked in front of others, especially as they clearly liked what they saw.
Nick went for a swim, and as I peered at him above my sunglasses I realised everyone else was looking too. All eyes were on his penis. Seeing the whole beach watching him was a huge turn-on.
Our sunken spot of sand was hidden by rocks, so when