A trip to the pictures.
"We start for home tomorrow so tonight is our last night. Shall we go to the pictures?" suggested my husband.
The pictures, the cinema, the flicks! That just shows how long we go back.
We literally walked into nudism about three years ago. We were camping in Brittany on the coast. We'd spent a few days on the beach. The sun was shining but there was a bit of a breeze. We decided to go for a walk and take a picnic lunch. After walking into the local village for some fresh fruit and armed with a local map and our compass we headed out across the fields and pathways. As lunchtime approached we took stock of our surroundings and looked on the map for somewhere to picnic. The beach looked to be about half a mile away so off we set.
We expected to see an empty beach when we crested the dune but to our great surprise it was very busy. It was even more of a surprising to see that the vast majority of the people were naked! My husband looked at me as if asking what I thought. Should we go onto the beach or elsewhere? I shrugged my shoulders. I'd normally go topless on the beach anyway.
Some twenty years ago, in my mid forties, I'd thought that I was too old to wear bikinis any more so purchased a one piece. I had modelled it for my husband that evening and took it back to M&S the following morning. One piece swimsuits were NOT acceptable! I wasn't that bothered by going topless now despite wearing walking boots and shorts. I led the way down the path to the beach.
The first thing to come off were my boots and socks swiftly followed by my T shirt and bra then I laid back and looked at the scene before me. No families, no kids, nobody that wasn't an adult. That's how we liked it and why we always took our breaks in school term periods. Those adults were doing all the normal things that get done on a beach in the sunshine. Throwing a Frisbee at each other. Playing petanque on the hard sand of the shoreline. Standing around talking. Laying around talking. Even having a kiss and a cuddle. Either side of the nudist beach was a totally empty section of beach that extended at least one hundred yards. A perfectly normal beach scene, except for the almost total lack of clothing. I felt comfortable but overdressed.
Our day sacs have reasonable sized ground sheets built into the bottom compartment and while I was getting my boots and top off my husband was getting his groundsheet sorted. Once done he had his boots, socks and T shirt off in no time. Laying on the groundsheet he lifted his bum and, to my utter astonishment, he removed his shorts and pants! He looked me directly in the eye.
"See anybody we know?" he asked, "coz I don't."
I had to admit I didn't.
"So, are people going to look at us more if we have our clothes on or off?"
Even I couldn't argue with that logic. I got my own groundsheet spread, laid down lifted my bum and slid my shorts and knickers down and off. It felt wonderful. We spent the remainder of the day on that beach and returned every day until the end of our holiday. From then onwards we looked for campsites close to nudist beaches. Being naked as often as possible has made a big difference to our private sex life. Our holidays quickly became a sex fest'. We went to bed early, got up late and generally fucked like we used to in our youth. The new toys always travelled with us but our experimentation and pleasure never extended to including anybody else. Just the two of us.
Late in the season, while we were doing a sweep of the Mediterranean coast we discovered a small beach town with loads of campsites to choose from and the perfect nudist beach within easy walking distance from all of them. We explored, checking out each of the camp sites, facilities and beach access. Again the nudist beach was separated by more than one hundred yards and a little promontory of heathland jutting out onto the beach. Once on that beach it was entirely adults. Not a child in sight! Perfection. We were only able to stay a couple of days but we knew we would return ASAP.
In May last year we camped as close to the nudist beach as we could. A reasonable three hundred yards. Those of you that know the area will also know that there is one section further on that beach is always jam packed. In May we walked the full kilometre of the nudist beach. At the far end is the harbour wall. The nudist village harbour! There wasn't many people about as it was a bit windy and overcast. In the afternoon we again walked the entire beach. What a transformation. The far section was again packed. We walked passed and discovered that the 150 metres of packed beach had more people on it than the rest of the beach all together. Every single person on the whole beach was a fully grown adult!
On the return trip we discovered why it was so busy.
"That girl's sucking cock!" announced my husband pointing a little way ahead of us.
"She's having her pussy licked, by another woman!" I exclaimed pointing just to our left.
"Nope, she's having her cunt eaten!" corrected my husband.
We stopped walking and just stood there looking. Quite blatant voyeurs. I was most certainly turned on and my husband didn't take long to notice.
"Your nips are like hard buttons." he observed. "Your eyes are bright with excitement. You're enjoying this aren't you?"
