Jeff Goldblum Nude Beach Novels & Stories

LYRA The sea breathes close by. Below the terrace, the waves come to die on the rocks before retreating, patient, eternal. The wind passes over my skin, lifts the sheers, glides through my hair. Each breath seems to say: you are here, at last. The room is open to the world. The moon pours its pale gold into it, the same gold as that of my dreams. Everything is calm. Everything waits. I stand near the window, still draped in light.

"I'm going to need some recuperation time. Tell me how you met." "Sam purchased a suits optional cruise at the Go Nude for the Homeless Auction held here in LA on National Nude Day; the one I was nude at, modeling Brianna's jewelry. You saw the pictures. The boat is owned by an acquaintance of ours, a movie producer, who rents it out when he isn't wining and dining movie stars on it." "God, yes; the pictures. Unlikely to ever forget them."

Both Rhena and Thelma talk about how they occasionally made out with their boyfriends and that had me envying them. That took me on the long road to the naked beach, hoping to catch myself a mate but I only ended up returning home to a solo sex. "You know that naked beach we all talked about. She goes there, and watches one particular dude, what's his name again? Then she returns home to finger herself to orgasm." Rhena spewed. I jerked my head away from Thelma's burning gazes and Rhena's annoying laughter. Taking my cup of cold vanilla juice, I began to sip.

He matched my tone conspiratorially, "Is the shade supposed to be a secret?" I shook my head holding a laugh. He had this child-like energy about him that was very refreshing after everything I had been through. "What?" He asked confused at my laugh and then had a realization, "Oh, you were whispering because of Nude Beach?" I nodded and rolled my lips in amusement. "But those are the best kind of beaches." He said like that was the most obvious thing, "Please tell me ou've been to one." I shook my head and he gasped scandalized, "Not even once?"

he said softly. Allie blinked, her gaze finally registering their surroundings. He had brought her to a beach—the famous Glass Moonlight Beach along the Silver Bay shoreline. Under the moonlight, the sand shimmered with an eerie, lake-green glow, as if tiny fireflies were trapped beneath the grains. The waves crashed gently at her feet, the icy touch sending a jolt through her body, grounding her in reality. But the tears wouldn’t come. She had already cried too much. Or maybe… she was just too numb now.

On the fifth day, David finally finished working. We were able to head out to the beach behind our resort for some much-needed relaxation. The beach clothing was optional, so we were both completely nude as we lay on our big beach blankets enjoying the warm sand, the gentle surf and the bright sun. I occasionally looked around us and noticed that virtually all the couples on this beach were nude. Many were in varying stages of sex. Handjobs and blowjobs were happening openly around us. Some couples were even fucking right there in the open. I could not help but watch a few of them, and it was making me horny as shit. A deep heat spread through my belly.

Carrie looked gleeful. “You’re crazy,” Zeda shook her head, and they both laughed. The beach was already filled with people when they arrived—a beautiful expanse of glittering white sand where couples walked, children played, and surfers rode the moderate waves. “Wow, it’s even better than I expected,” Carrie said, looking around excitedly. “Totally filled up,” Zeda mumbled. “What are you going to be doing here alone?” Carrie asked her as she pulled off her T-shirt and handed it to Zeda, who neatly folded it and held it. “I’m joining Rylan to swim.”

We were already planning to return in a few months. The only tip that we found surprising was about the beach. Gina, in and ordinary nonchalant manner had explained that this was all private property including the beach. Clothes were optional she said. I thought she meant clothes were optional on the beach until she continued. She said occasionally people are nude around their bungalow cottages, but usually only on the beach.

he shouted. He pulled out his phone and pretended to dial. Before he could finish, the roar of a powerful engine cut through the air. A white speedboat tore toward Crescent Bay and came to a smooth stop near the shore. Gloria stepped off in a flowing beach dress, sunglasses on, surrounded by assistants and bodyguards. The moment she appeared, every eye on the beach turned toward her. The instant Ralph saw her, his face shifted into wounded misery, eyes shining with fake tears. He jogged over dramatically and threw himself at her side.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease. We made our way toward the beach, and the sight of the golden sand and sparkling waves was breathtaking. I was dressed in a long, flowing Egyptian skirt that wrapped around my waist, designed to cover my legs but still allow for a glimpse of the swim trunks underneath. Noah, meanwhile, looked effortlessly handsome in his swim shorts, his bare chest glistening in the sunlight.