Fairlight naturist beach is just East of Hastings, it is an official naturist/nudist beach but as practically all such beaches are, it is well off the beaten track.
We leave home for the one hour journey travelling through Rye and Fairlight Village in my car. We turn off the road and go down a track to the car park, in a field which is part of a farm and tea rooms at the head of Fairlight Glen. Chris paid the £1 parking fee and we drove into the top corner of the field to park in order to try to find some shade to keep the car cool.
After we park, I open the boot and lean in to get some of our things out. I am very conscious that bending over the boot makes my tiny mini skirt ride right up over my bum completely exposing it and the prominent lips, of my pussy. You see I never wear undies, what is more I always keep my pussy completely free of hair so when I am naked it is never hidden. All that I am wearing is a very short, flared, tennis skirt that just covers my bum by about an inch when I stand upright but when I lean forward or bend it rides up showing that under it I am not wearing any panties, not even a tiny "G" string, and totally exposes my naked and hairless sex lips. My only other item of clothing is simply a very baggy singlet type vest with neck and armholes stretched to the extent that my nipples are only just covered by the straps and the naked swell of my bare breasts and cleavage can be clearly seen. If I move quickly then my erect nipples pop out completely.
The walk from the car park to the beach takes about 15 minutes through the delightful tree lined glen. Chris carries the rucksack with the blanket and towels whilst I carry the cool bag with the food and a bottle of wine for lunch. Off we go out of the car park and past the Old Barn which has been converted into tea rooms. There are a few people busily preparing the place for the afternoons trade. Down through the gate and cross the little brook that cascades it's way down the glen, all the time I am very aware that my naked sex is only just covered by my tiny skirt and I can feel the breeze beneath it playing on my naked, and shaven labial lips keeping them aroused and blowing through my skimpy vest caressing my nipples making them hard and often visible. People pass by some intent on getting to the beach others just on a walk, this is a popular walk and as the path links up with the Hastings to Pett Level cliff pathway, not all are Naturists. It is clear to them all that I do not wear a bra to contain my breasts as they are swaying freely under the flimsy vest, my nipples are frequently visible, but I wonder how many have spotted that under this tiny skirt there are no panties or even hair to hide my sex lips. As I walk the skirt is swinging and sometimes flips up enough to clearly show that I am knickerless. The cheeks of my bare bum and my swollen, hairless and very aroused, glistening pussy are on show.
Our walk takes us past the summer flowers and through the bracken, down by the stream, gurgling it`s way toward the sea. At last we can hear the sound of happy voices, lots of them we are approaching the cliff edge and the steps down to the beach. At the top there is a notice stating that beyond this sign you may expect to see people sunbathing naked.
Down the rickety steps carved into the cliff with a rope handrail on one side. I am aware that if anyone below me looks up then they will see right up my skirt to my naked pussy. Perhaps that couple just in front will turn round and look but they don`t, I almost willed them to. The steps become a steep staircase for the last few feet, a slight breeze lifts my skirt right up above my waist, exposing everything, I am naked from the waist down, my shaven cunt is on show, but I can do nothing about it as one hand is carrying the bag and the other is holding the rail. So what, we are going to a nudist beach anyway, I just leave it to fall back down.
