One time last year, I was searching a beach near Virginia Beach that wasnt crowded, like a residential area.
Yeah, found it. Park in this neighborhood, sign says for residents only. Well, considering the party, I was like, go there.
Walked down the beach until I found a secluded area where nobody was. Nothing was behind. Very small swim brief, jump on water, feels good. Then laying down. And start removing it.

Some exciting time, start getting half hard. Not what I was looking for, but the situation created it.
Anyway, impossible to relax very well since mostly for sure no one will come so far, but boats were passing by. Saw one boat, and input my short on. Suddenly, that boat started to turn and came towards me. I was like, sh*t, busted!
I took my stuff and started leaving. Didnt want to face the situation and potential risk with cops (which wasnt). They respected the speed to come to the shore. And has to be perpendicular to the beach. So I had time to fled. Running some time.

My god, my heart was running fast.
Sitting in the car, left quickly. Prepared the gps on my way to the car.

Lucky this time. What an adrenaline.

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