Hidden beaches, nudist sex, and the great outdoors

After our big, fat Indian wedding, Az and I went on our Mexican honeymoon. Our honeymoon suite had a beautiful view of the ocean and a walkout pool on the sixth floor. As we were exploring our new sex lives, we had discussed nudist sex.

The beautiful backdrop of white sandy beaches, tall palm trees, and glistening waters provided the perfect setting for lovers to fall in love.

As much as we enjoyed exploring the resort's different areas, we also loved spending time on the beach palapas. It was the ideal place for a honeymoon.

Breakfast, blowjob and drinks. Swim in the ocean, hang out at the pool or have some sex.

Az left me a note on our fifth day. It said, "Get ready for the great outdoors today!" Make sure to shave your sweet mound.

I was baffled. I was puzzled. What does enjoying the beach have with shaving my pussy. I smiled and said that I was excited to see what he was doing.

We returned to our rooms.

I followed his orders like a good girl.

My itchy-bitsy, white bikini was my choice for this adventure. The contrast between my traditional henna-clad hands and the white, skimpy outfit was amazing. Az smiled at me and made me blush like a bride.

It was also known as the Hidden Beach.

I was puzzled as to why they needed to separate a beautiful beach from another. The nudist section of our resort was also hidden from my view, hence Hidden Beach.

We were greeted as we entered the gates by an escort consisting of a male and female to direct us to the changing rooms.

"Changing rooms?", I quizzed Az.

He seemed to be surprised. He reached out to me and whispered, “Do as they say.” You'll be on the other side."

I was led by our escort to the lockers.

It was written in bold, large letters:

My face became red from embarrassment and I quickly flushed. The escort was probably very familiar with the situation and said that nudity is quite normal. Because everyone is naked, there is no judgement at Hidden Beach.

"Everyone," I thought to myself, and thoughts of nudist sex flood my mind.

This was my first time charting in unfamiliar waters. It was one thing to be a naughty spouse and get some harmless attention.

It was something completely different.

You can go naked on the beach and show off to strangers.

I grew up in a traditional family. The thought of being naked in public gave me the spines a few times, but I was fascinated.

You can see that I'm 5'5", with a wheatish Indian Complexion and dark brown eyes. My hair is long beyond my waist. I am a big fan of food and tend to be chubbier.

My husband believes that I'm curvy in all the right spots. Az was shocked when I told him I was a 38DD.

It's hard to believe that I can hide it in traditional Indian clothes. I am a little vixen in my core who is more slut than sex.

I walked out nude, covering my breasts with my henna-dipped hands and looking for Az .

He was right there, waiting for me under a palm branch. I ran to him, trying to cover him.

As if to assure me that he would always be there for me, he hugged me tightly.

His lips whispered to me, "I just wanted my beautiful wife to be proud." I blushed. "Don't worry. He was correct.

There were many couples that sat down on the beach, enjoying the sunshine. Some were just fooling about, giving in to mother nature's will and allowing her to fulfil their every need.

There was nothing to be worried about. Az was there for me. This was all I needed.

To take a dip, we walked to the ocean. Although I'd enjoyed skinny-dipping in the pool before, the feeling of the waves against my naked skin was quite different.

Az seemed to be enjoying nudist sex, which I could see.

His hard-on rubbing against me felt like a slap on my stomach. I hugged him, and then jumped on top of him like a baby. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"I can't get enough of you baby," he said, as he rubbed my labia with his cock.

As he thrust into my face, a huge wave crashed against me and pushed us closer to the shore. We laughed at our failure and laid down on the shore.

As we embrace each other passionately, our feet were still being brushed by the waves.

It was liberating to be nude on the beaches, hugging one another without a care in this world.

He looked into mine and began to kiss me again. He licked my neck and trailed kisses down to my chin, then nibbled on it.

We were in public but I just wanted his hard cock to be buried deep within my pussy.

I took control and pinned him down. I straddled him.

I was nude like a peach, ready to ride my man in a nudist session . It was time that I really enjoyed the great outdoors.

As I sat beside him, I lowered my body onto him. I drove him insane by sucking on his nipples.

I could feel him start to buck up and enter my wet mound. I took him in without wasting any time.

He rode me like a stallion at the nudist beach, my bouncy pants were a sight to see. I was enthralled by his masterful manipulation of my clit, which he did with great skill.

His enthusiasm was in sync with my rhythm, and everything around them became blurred. We both came in unison.

I felt the cool, salty breeze blowing across my face and waves crashing on our feet under the azure skies. It was one the many firsts of this trip to Mexico.