It had been somewhat of a revelation to Sal, how much she had enjoyed being naked at the photography class and being seen by others. It had surprised her, and she had thought again and again about it. The idea of doing the same again, perhaps in different surroundings kept coming to her. It was her thought in bed, whilst her fingers played. Were there other opportunities? Should she? It was the question.
Sal had indeed enjoyed - she could not avoid the truth - had enjoyed being naked before her club friends. She had said she would model again if required. But she wanted rather more - to be naked with strangers. The idea of simply walking out of her garden door, along the path and out into the countryside appealed but that just did not seem wise. On the other hand, a naturist beach gave her the perfect reason to be unclothed and with perhaps plentiful strangers. The idea rather answered the question and, with little to hold her from taking a holiday on the spur of the moment, she booked herself into a hotel for a few days. She liked cream teas and she liked Devon. Fond memories of playing on beaches on summer holidays with her parents as a girl came flooding into her mind: though they had not been to Weston Mouth Beach.
Sal left her car at the tiny little hamlet of Weston and headed for the beach. It had been a long drive the day before and, surprise, surprise the weather had not looked at all promising. The windscreen wipers had been put to good use. The following day was quite different - a perfect summer's day.
It was a good hike to the beach but that hardly worried Sal. The day was perfect, and she was as happy as anything walking alone, with her lunch and towel in a day pack and her camera ready to photograph.
Sal paused at a kissing gate, a wooden one, a path led downwards towards the beach, a path with wooden almost steps placed in the track to ease the passage upwards and perhaps also downwards. It led between high banks with flowering brambles before opening out, it was still steep there, but Sal could see both the sea and the long expanse of beach. It was clearly shingle not glorious golden sands stretching away, but with the tide out there was at least some sand near the water. At the bottom, after a few wooden steps, and now on the shingle, Sal turned right away from the old coastguard's cottage just as she had been told. It had been quite a descent from the cliffs. It would be warm work climbing back up again.
The beach was wonderfully extensive, backed with orange red slopes and so much vegetation. Pretty and perfect. Sal's camera clicked.
Passing an oldish man sitting on the shingle without some much as a stitch on rather indicated to Sal she had walked far enough - far enough to the naturist area and far enough for her to take her own clothes off, though she fully intended to walk still further along the beach. Sal plumped her bag on the shingle and put her hand to her blouse. The man was watching her. Was this not what she had come for - to be naked and watched? She smiled, and he waved as she undid her buttons. A thrill of excitement as she took not just her blouse off but her brassiere as well. Sal was bare breasted on a public beach.
It was one thing to repeat her experience at her club of being naked, though this time actually being watched whilst undressing, it would have been quite another to have applied sun screen whilst the man was watching. Sal moved on a little and sat, bare bottomed on the pebbles, and squirted the stuff from a plastic bottle in her pack. Such a lovely day. It was not yet time to sit and lie in the sun or perhaps swim. Sal wished to explore first.
A young couple sitting just at the back of the beach with the red gritty earth behind them spoke to her. Perhaps there was something about nudity, a fellow feeling which caused a lowering of reserve and a readiness to speak. Sal stopped and talked. It was easy talking and whilst the couple may have had a fellow feeling, Sal revelled in their being able to look at her naked - and she was sure the young man was very much looking at her. She was sure, too, he was starting to have an erection when he grabbed a towel and said he was off for a swim.
"That was a bit sudden," said the girl looking after the man's retreating back. Sal turned and watched him making his way to the sea. The girl smiled, "I expect Paul had his reasons. I'm Chloe."
Introductions made, the two women sat side by side talking. Chloe asking the usual questions about did Sal come to Weston Mouth often, had she been there before, where did she go to be naked? To find it was Sal's first time seemed as surprise. Chloe on the other hand had come there often with Paul. She loved being naked, though with her fair hair and pale skin had to be careful of the sun. She even confided it was a bit sexual as well. Sal was intrigued. How far was sexual? She asked whether they had...?
"Yes, quite a few couples on the beach... discretely in little indentations in the rocks like this, but sometimes you see what is obviously happening. Perhaps as you walk back from a swim or just walk along the beach... some people are more discreet than others I suppose. Once we ended up ourselves with an audience..."
"No!"
"We thought we were being private enough but we looked up and there was a man and being naked he couldn't hide what he was thinking!"
"No!"
"I've got a bit of a thing about men wanking. Have you?"
Sal bit her lip. She had, she did like seeing her neighbour. She should admit it. "Um, yes, it's nice to see. What happened?"
"Well, we'd had a nice day on the beach and Paul and I sort of got very friendly and involved and, all of a sudden, when I looked up there he was, quite close and certainly big in the penis department. Paul did not see him at first.
"Why?"
"He was, um, otherwise engaged, kissing me." The slight opening and closing of thigh indicated where Paul's lips and tongue had been.
Sal wondered what that was like. "And the man?"
"He just stood there and watched... and began to wank."
"Didn't you... I mean, is that what people - men - do on the beach. I've not been here before. It seems, sort of, I don't know... rude!"
Chloe laughed. "No ruder than what Paul was doing to me I suppose and it's not as if Paul wasn't all hard too! Actually, I liked it. I like seeing men, you know, like that and what they do. Paul kissing me down there and this man stroking his big cock - and it was big!"