I was at the nude beach one fall weekday. The sun was warm but the usual wind was present. Not the stiff wind that kicks up the sand and makes life unpleasant, but a brisk breeze, so a little shelter was desirable when lying out. Thus most of the few present that day were concentrated
It was Wednesday and I was going to be leaving this Friday. Back to the old grind. Dan, my boss, had been pressuring me to fuck him, but I just couldn’t, not that he looked like a pig or anything. Just the opposite! He was tall, tanned and had the build of an Olympic swimmer.