I have been meaning to write this story for a long time now. The events took place over a weekend one summer when my wife and I hiked our local beach. I have used experiences at this beach in other stories, both fiction and non-fiction. I thought you might be interested in how things actually got started with us. This is a true story and, as far as I know, the beach still exists, although a lot of its allure has been lost to urban landscaping and increased public access. My thanks go out to barefootgirl69, for her careful edits to this story.
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Many years ago, when Gina and I were much younger, we purchased our second home after being married seven years or so. It was a beautiful old ranch style home on a full acre lot with lots of trees. We had a swimming pool in the back and the trees gave me enough privacy to enjoy skinny dips when I wanted.
Another big plus was our proximity to water. There was a public beach only a few minutes away by car, and I indulged my love of exhibitionism there by taking long naked walks. This wasn't a nudist beach at all; it was quite public. The only legal clothing option beach was an hour away and required a ferry to get to it.
Our beach, however, was very well known for the towering bluffs only forty feet or so back from the waterline. The beach ran for almost five miles, with only a few points where people could gain access to the sand, far below.
It was well known that nudists frequented the beach, but offenders were rarely confronted. The significant effort it took to scale the bluffs discouraged police from conducting raids. Access required skill and agility, because the cliffsides were very steep with poor footing. On the rare occasions when the law did show up, beach goers saw them them coming in advance and were dressed before captures could be made. There had been no arrests for as long as anyone could remember.
Over time, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed and the beach became an illegal haven for nudists, exhibitionists, and voyeurs alike. Gays were very predominant, as well, and they brought another level of eroticism to the mix. Despite the opportunity, however, the shoreline was rarely crowded like typical public beaches. I always felt that it wasn't the getting down part that kept people away, it was the hellish climb back out.
I was an avid hiker and physically fit, climbing wasn't a sufficient deterrent for me. I loved the feeling of freedom as I strolled buck naked for miles. I would encounter people jogging, walking their dog or just lying around in the sun. They usually just smiled as I continued on my way. In the beginning, I would carry a pair of shorts in my hand, just in case. But over time, I simply stripped and hid my clothes in the brush before hiking.
Gina, my wife, was wild and full of fun but she wasn't yet the exhibitionist she was to become. Still a little shy about nudity, she often asked what it was about my nude hiking that was so enticing. I tried to explain the thrill of exposing myself, and the freedom I felt, but she never quite understood. One Saturday, I was preparing for my hike, and she asked if she could tag along.
I agreed, of course, and soon the two of us were making our way down the sheer cliffside toward the beach. Once at the base, I went to my usual spot and stripped before tucking my clothes away.
"That's it," she said, "you're going to leave everything here and go completely naked?"
"That's the plan," I said, "unless you're intrigued enough to leave some clothes, as well."
She shed her shoes and socks, then, she removed her bra from under her string top. Feeling satisfied, she turned and walked away to the water's edge. We set out eastward and soon encountered another couple walking their dog. It was a big German shepherd, both young and playful. His master called out his name sharply as the dog approached us. A minute later, the couple was upon us and smiled as they passed.
"You know that felt very strange," Gina said. "I was nervous about how you were naked, but at the same time, it was exciting. Especially with how that woman kept eyeing you. I don't know how you did it, I'd be so embarrassed."
Then, she saw I was erect. "Oh god, you've got a hard-on, you're aroused."
"You bet I am, and it's not just because I'm naked. It's because you're here with me too," I said. "I've come across that couple lots of times and they always smile at me, with or without the hard-on. People down here expect to see some nudity. Some look for it, while others love to show off, but most just accept it."
We stopped to rest in a shaded area near the bluff wall. Gina was sweating profusely and I suggested she cool off by removing her top.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, me going topless on your little beach."
"Okay, has the sun got to you? Why the hell wouldn't I? I love your beautiful tits, and I'd love others to see them too. Just like you did earlier, when that woman checked me out. Anyway, there's no one else around and you're sweating your ass off. Do yourself a favor and strip off a bit. There's nothing to be shy about and a whole new experience to be gained."
Reluctantly, she pulled her top over her head, but she kept a bead in both directions, just in case. Her tits were so nice, round and plump, beautiful C cups. Her nipples were stiff, perched in the centre of her dark pink areolas. At five foot seven inches, with long blonde hair and green eyes, Gina turned heads everywhere we went.
After a few more minutes, she began to relax. She even strolled to the water's edge and back, always checking for signs of life though. She slipped her top back on and we continued on our way. After a short while, we had encountered several nude sunbathers but, when I noticed one in particular, I headed in his direction.
"What are you doing, that man's naked," Gina objected.
"So am I," I said. "Hi John, how's it going, buddy."
As we approached my friend, Gina kept trying to avert her eyes.
"John, this is my wife, Gina." I made the introductions. "Gina, I've known this guy ever since I started this little hobby of mine."
"Pleased to meet you," Gina said.
"Likewise," John replied as he rose to his feet. His enormous ten-inch cock hung between his legs, swinging like a bell clapper. "I guess nudism is kind of new for you, Gina."
"You might say that," she said, now desperately trying not to stare at his cock.
"Well, I just wanted to make the introductions," I said. "We'll see you on the way back, okay John?"
We continued onward as John waved goodbye.
"Damn it, Rick, you could have warned me. That guy is hung like a horse."
"Yeah, but then I would have missed your expression when you saw it. It was great," I laughed.
Gina let fly with a firm right hook to my shoulder.
We heard voices from farther up the beach and three young people came around the bend ahead, two young women and a guy. The guy and one of the women were naked, while the other woman was topless. They approached and stopped to say hello.
"Hi there, isn't this beach amazing?" the guy said. "Who'd have thought there'd be something like this, way out here? I had to bring my girlfriend and her friend to see it for themselves."
"Welcome, it's my one of my favorite places as well. It's my wife's first time here too," I said.
