To the beach goers we were just an older couple walking the sugary sand beach of fire Island National Seashore, a beach bag and small cooler carried between us.
Reaching the end the designated swimming area we continued our walk for another quarter mile, I kept my 6'1" stride in check to accommodate Christines' 4'10" steps. Seeking the privacy to be found further down the barrier beach and dunes was worth the long walk on this Tuesday in mid-July.
I had enjoyed this section of "clothing optional" beach a few times before solo, and was surprised that Christine agreed to go with me this time. We were far from strangers, we have in fact known each other for most of our lives, she was 14 and I 19 when we met, though today she was 50 and I 55.
Picking a spot near a tall dune we spread out our blanket. I wasted no time disposing of my tee shirt and swimsuit and plopping down on the blanket. Christine scanned up and dow the beach, then removed her blouse and shorts and sat down still wearing her swimsuit. "You don't get the full affect of the sun like that", I said. She smiled at me, wrestled the suit off without standing, and immediately rolled onto her stomach.
Christine lay there nude in public (if you could call our secluded spot public) for the first time in her life. This was definitely new ground for her. I marveled at the sight before me, Christine no longer possessed the tight body she had when we met those long years ago. This was a woman endowed with the soft curves of maturity and child bearing, a body I was well familiar with and desired.