Kenfig / Sker Beach

I have not managed to post anything for soo long, which is a great shame as we did loads and loads of naked walks and swims in the summer of 2021. The restrictions of 2020 lockdown seems to have had a bit of an effect on us, we have responded to the frustrations of not getting out much in 2020 by getting much bolder. We have been going to some of our favourite spots, but deliberately picking days when we hope it will be busy, and Marion is always helping me so I can walk around on the beach with a strong erection, something she knows I love to do, even more so now.

One that stuck in our minds was an afternoon that Andi, Marian and I had at The beach near Kenfig Pond, known as “The Sker”. This is a magnificent beach, stretching for a good 2-3 miles, with a huge amount of sand exposed at low tide. We went on a warm sunny Saturday in July, so we hoped the beach would be busy as we all felt very bold and wanted to push the boat out a bit, and we were not disappointed, The car park was rammed, so much so that we had to park on the verge of the road.

To maximise our exposure we decided to get naked and stash our stuff just as the access path we we were following went past the lake, so we were not really that far from the car park, and a good 20 minutes walk through the dunes to the beach. We picked one of the more obvious wider sandy paths through the dunes, hoping that we would meet more textiles as we walked through. This worked perfectly as we passed several people walking back up from the beach, and all three of us were feeling great about getting as much exposure as possible. By the time we got to the beach, the effects of the exposure to lots of textiles on the path, the warmth of the sun, the blue friend I had taken and the fact that Marion finds it hard to keep her hands to herself meant that I had a raging erection. Needless to say Andi and Marion loved this, as did I.

I really love walking on the beach with an erection when i’m with the girls, almost to the point that i “need” to have a strong hard-on to properly enjoy myself.

As we expected from the fullness of the car park, the beach was busy, much busier then I have ever seen it, although, as its so big at low tide there is plenty of space for everyone. Nevertheless, it did feel “busy” with a lot of people down at the low tide mark walking the beach, and quite a lot of fishermen too. As we walked down onto the top of the beach, we passed two textile couples sitting together near the entrance path. They looked at us agog as we waked right past them, saying hello to them as we did. We could see now that the top of the beach was also quite busy, with more people than usual sitting up near the stones, and lots of people walking at the top of the beach. Just what we had hoped for.

We walked down to the water edge and turned west, then walked for about 45 minutes. We passed a lot more people than usual on this beach, both walking and fishing, many of whom just ignored us, but lots of then gave us a look as though we were aliens from another planet. My erection stayed strong, helped by Marion now and then, so I was having an absolute blast. We had a few dips in the sea until we felt we had gone far enough along the beach, at which point we were over an hour from our clothes and feeling superbly exposed as so many people were about. I do admit it felt dizzyingly amazing and all three of us really didn’t want it to end.

We walked back up the beach and started to walk slowly back along the top, again passing more people that we would usually see on this beach. We saw a couple of naked single men sitting at the top of the beach and passed one naked couple who waved at us, but other than that it was all textiles who seemed to enjoy a good gawp at us, which of course we enjoyed a lot. we kept walking, past the the two couples who we had surprised when we popped out onto the beach, and walked all the way to the eastern end of the beach to the point where the main access path from the car park enters the beach. This is the busiest part of the beach as most visitors dont know the network of quieter paths from the car park. We were feeling totally invincible now, so we decided to walk back up the main path then find our way through the dunes closer to the car park to locate our bags and clothes.

This was the icing on the cake for us, as we had to walk right past more people that we could have hoped for on the path, going in both directions (we were walking very slowly to prolong the fun). My erection was still strong, so I was having a great time. Much of the time the path is very narrow, almost only wide enough for one person, so we were very close to the textiles when we passed. For some reason, a lot of the textiles were women, so I was having a great time watching their reactions.

We found our way back to the bags stash, and sat at a picnic table that is placed near the pond/lake to have a big drink of water and some fruit, as we were very thirsty by now. A couple of dog walkers came to the table, they were pretty cool and understanding and sat and chatted for about 10 minutes, until we had to put some clothes on to walk back to the car. Of course we undressed in the car for the drive home!

This was easily the best walk we have ever done as a threesome. It was the most public, most exposed and busiest and amazing for it. I held (with a bit of help) a very strong erection for most of the walk, and that was both an amazing turn on and a most incredible sensual experience, something that I have, and will be trying to replicate on as many of our other walks as possible. As I said at the start of the blog item, we seem to have developed a more extreme need for our walks, possibly as a reaction to over a year and a half of lock down. We seem to need to be as risky as we can, and have really enjoyed going to beaches when we know they will be busier and we really have been relishing being seen by more textiles.

Keep walking, keep your clothes off 🙂