On our first trip to Mexico, we stayed at the last resort on the peninsula. The first few days of our trip we took guided tours to learn about the history, ancient cultures and soak-up the local color before taking-off on our own. We stopped in a small tourist town where we heard there was a lot of good shopping.

As we haggled with the vendors, we got local advice on where to eat and where not to go. After we'd gotten everyone a souvenir, we stopped at Senor Frogs for a few yards of margarita.

We then decided to take a walk on the beach.

As we stepped onto the sand, we realized it was a nude beach.

We just looked at each other not saying a word.

We continued up the beach enjoying the view. We soon found a spot among the sea of nude bodies. I spread out a beach towel I'd purchased & began to strip off my clothes.

My husband did the same. I thought I'd feel more self conscience, embarrassed and modest, but as the sun warmed my nude body and the gentle breeze coming off the ocean blew across my bare skin, I found myself very turned-on and excited. I knew everyone could tell with my hard nipples. I could feel my softness growing very moist. When I got really hot and sweaty, I ran into the warm ocean for a little skinny dip. My husband joined me and we began playing in the ocean for the world to see. We swam a little before returning to the beach to dry.

I hated to get dressed after the rush of walking around naked in public so I only threw on a thin cover-up, which still exposed my nakedness and hard nipples through the white gauzy material.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other on the cab ride back to the hotel. The driver had to notice our mutual masturbation during the drive though we both remained very quite. We rushed back to our room for a night of wild sex.

The next day we walked up the beach past our resort and relived the event. This time after the nude swim in the ocean we made love in the sun on the sand.

It was an educational trip. I discovered my interest in becoming an exhibitionist.