I'd agreed to go but was still feeling a bit nervous, he'd been a couple of times on his own when I'd been visiting my parents with the kids. It was a lovely sunny day and we were on our way to the nudist beach. The walk from the car to the beach seemed miles but when we arrived I was feeling a bit more comfortable with the situation. We selected our spot in a sand dune and I was aware of people standing, casually looking around. We arranged our towels on the sand and positioned ourselves, my husband instantly naked and myself only topless.
After a short time I felt I could remove my bikini bottoms, well everybody else around was nude. We had been lying in the sunshine for a short while chatting and feeling quite horny when a man came over and started talking to us, he was obviously a local, about 60 years old and very tanned. When I started chatting back he sat down next to us exposing his manhood and lit a cigarette. He was telling us about the beach, the people that visited and alluded to things that took place, I realised that I was sitting with my legs slightly apart, exposing my now wet lips. It was so strange that only a little while a go I was so nervous and had no intention of stripping off completely and now here I was showing a strange man my wet pussy, my only regret was that I hadn't bothered to shave or at least trim my pubic hair.
After the man left I could see my husband was also very aroused and when he touched me between my legs he was surprised to feel just how wet I was, my juices were actually running down my inner thigh. He encouraged me to spread my legs more, which turned us both on even, it also attracted several passers by to walk a little closer and casually look in our direction, maybe we just looked like newcomers.