This story is set in the mid nineties and is semi-autobiographical. As often happens with my stories I start off with a tale to tell and find I've written 3000 words before I get to the heart of it. I like writing that way and I hope you enjoy reading it. Comments, contacts and votes are always welcome and provide good feedback and validation.
Biggalute x
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"I'm really looking forward to this holiday; hopefully all the paperwork will be sorted before we go and we can just sign on the dotted line."
"Yeah, hope so." Berni didn't sound half as enthusiastic as she had been and I wondered if everything was ok.
"What's the matter, having second thoughts about buying the place?"
"No it's not that, it's just that..."
"What?"
"We'll talk about it later, I've gotta go before I'm late for work." And with that Berni left the house and left me wondering what the hell was going on.
Myself and Berni, short for Bernadette, had been together for over three years. I'm not sure about love at first sight, but very shortly after meeting we both agreed that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. I moved into Berni's one bedroom apartment and we set about saving for a house and to get married. We were both twenty five and I had just finished the 'Knowledge', the intensive course of study that London taxi drivers have to undertake and pass before they are allowed to drive the traditional black London taxis. It had taken me three years of hard graft. Learning and memorizing the name and location of virtually every street in London.
Berni worked as a civil servant and we reckoned that if we put our minds to it and I put in the hours my cab then we should have enough money in three years for a large deposit and a nice wedding. We came up with a plan; we would go out once a week, either to a movie or for a drink and we'd have one holiday a year. It suited us, we were very much in love and in lust, happy to spend our evenings cuddled up or shagging.
Our first holiday was to Portugal and it was amazing. Nice hotel, great pool and a large sandy beach across the road. I'd been on a couple of sun holidays but that had been with mates, where the main emphasis was on getting pissed, behaving like twats and getting off with as many girls as possible. Berni had had similar holidays with her friends. This was a quieter, more family orientated hotel, although it was mainly couples as the schools were yet to break up.
On our first day at the pool I was a little surprised when Berni immediately removed her bikini top. She must have seen the look on my face because she shook her shoulders, making her tits wobble.
"Stop it, people are looking."
"I know, that's the idea. Other women here are topless, do you have a problem with me being topless."
"No."
"Good, because these boobs are staying out till we go home."
We were both fit and enjoyed the gym, Berni even considered becoming an instructor till she realized the money wasn't great. Berni was pretty with small freckles on her nose and dark hair and eyes, a result of her Irish ancestry. She said her ancestors were gypsy's which probably explained the fiery temper as well. She was a toned 5"5' with firm 34c boobs (I knew from doing the laundry occasionally) which looked big on her small frame.
I was the opposite, a big lump or a big galute as she christened me. I was 6"2', broad shouldered and built to do the manual work of my forebears, big arms and big shovel hands. We were both proud of our bodies and adored each other's, both happily walking around our apartment butt naked. Being partially naked with other people was a new experience for me.
After removing her bikini top and putting me in my place, Berni stood up and looked around her before bending and searching for something in her beach bag. After retrieving the sun lotion she sat back down and asked me to rub some into her back.
I'd always been able to process my emotions quickly. My first date with Berni was an eye opener; it was the first time I'd been out with someone who would actually turn men's heads as she passed. Her skirt wasn't too short but clung to her ass and I found myself turning to glare at men who were ogling her. Berni stopped me and explained that she'd always drawn attention from men and that if I couldn't get use to it, I would drive us both mad. She said I was the only one she wanted and that I would have to get use to it and get my head round it. It took me only a few minutes to realize she was right, I also knew that I'd done my fair share of ogling in my time and that I thought there was nothing wrong with admiring someone. So it was besides the pool.
As I was rubbing oil into Berni's back and she was sticking her chest out, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Yes, I love the feel of your hands."
"Not the oil, all the eyes looking at you."
Berni laughed, "I love it when I have sunglasses on and people don't know I'm looking at them. I can see who's gawking at me, who's playing it cool in front of their wives and some who just smiled at me and went back to their books. Some men are adjusting their swim trunks and quite a few women are looking this way, some in disgust and some seem interested."
"They probably fancy me."
"Yeah, right!"
"Does it turn you on, people staring at you?"
"I like them staring but I don't usually get turned on, whenever I was away with the girls I loved being topless, loved the feeling of the sun on me. I actually think it's funny the effect these two lumps of fat have on people." As she said this she cupped her boobs, making them bounce as she let go.
I finished with the oiling and Berni lay down on the lounger, "Do you want me to rub sun lotion into your two lumps of fat?"
"Piss off."
The next day was even warmer and we went over to the beach, there were no loungers so we were laid on towels, on the sand.
"Fancy a swim?" I asked Berni.
"Not really, but we could go for a walk, dip our toes in the water. Actually it'll be a nice way of getting the sun our backs, better than laying face down in the sand."
I stood up and was surprised at how busy the beach had gotten. I looked further down and the beach looked quieter and in the distance there were kite surfers. "We could take all our gear and see what the beach is like down there?" I suggested.
"Yeah, why not."
"Do you want your bikini top?"
Berni smiled, "No, why would I."
I think everyone stares on a beach, particularly at the people walking along the waters edge, there's very little else to look at. I was aware of all the eyes on us and tried to play my part by holding my stomach in as tight as possible and sticking my chest out. Berni took my hand, smiling. "You can breathe out now."
As we walked along I forgot about anyone else, the sun beating down and the two of us just messing and talking, it was perfect. The crowds thinned out to almost nothing. "Should we stop here or keep going?" I asked.
"Let's keep going, this is wonderful."
About five hundred yards ahead was a large expanse of rock sticking out, almost reaching the sea. We decided to see what was on the other side of the rocks and then head back. As we reached the rocks we noticed a few signs sticking out of the sand. I presumed they would be to do with dangerous rocks or swimming. As we got closer I think we both said 'oh' at the same time. In multiple languages was a sign saying 'Clothing optional beach, nude people after this point.'
We looked at each other, "Shall we?' said Berni.
"No." I said without much conviction.
She gently pulled me by the hand and we rounded the rock. It was a small beach, no more than a hundred yards long with golden sand and maybe fifty people on it. There seemed to be a bar in the middle with a car park above it. We took all this in before moving on. The first people we passed were two guys, both bollock naked. They greeted us with big smiles and "Hi".
We smiled back and found ourselves almost walking on auto pilot towards the bar area. Some of the people we passed had bottoms on but most were naked, all smiling and saying hello. There was a mix of ages and sexes but even the older ones seemed in good shape, like they took pride in their appearance.
As we got closer to the bar Berni asked me, "Should we get a drink before we lay down?"
"I think we'll need one."
There were a few people sat in front of the bar, taking advantage of the shade. The barman was a middle aged guy who I thought sounded German, He was tanned almost mahogany and seemed to flip between different languages at ease. He was wearing board shorts and I remember thinking 'he probably needs somewhere to keep his opener.'
We both downed a beer whilst standing at the bar, thirsty after the walk. Marcus, as the barman introduced himself, was a talkative guy and soon gave us the low down on the beach. Very popular and overcrowded in the height of summer but grand the rest of the time. He said some locals came there at the weekends but it was mostly tourists who were into naturism. He said it wasn't the best known naturist beach but he thought it was the nicest. Even though he was looking at naked people all day I thought he paid particular attention to Berni's boobs.
We got another beer to take away and found a spot to place our towels. Berni sat down and took off her bottoms, "Your turn." She said to me.
"What if I get an erection?"
"For fuck sake Joe, with your big knob it looks more pornographic when it's trying to escape from your trunks. Besides I've already seen a couple of boners and nobody seems to take much notice."
I leant over and kissed Berni before slipping my trunks off and laying back. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, Berni reached over and held my hand, repeating a few breathing exercises we'd learnt at yoga classes she'd dragged me to. The walk, the beer, the sun; I found myself nearly dosing off, it felt wonderful. After a little while, Berni asked me how I was doing.
"Great, this is really nice; I think I need a pee though."
"Me too, you go first and suss it out, then I'll go."
I didn't really think about being naked until I stood up. Berni looked at me smiling before dropping her gaze to my dick, "That looks delicious."
I hadn't been aroused or turned on, but needing to go to the loo had made my dick bigger and heavy feeling. Not wanting to let Berni arouse me further I shook my head, called her a cow and made a point of having a big stretch and yawn. I walked to the bar and asked Marcus where the bathrooms were; he looked down at my dick before directing me around the back. Maybe he checks everyone out I thought.
It turned out there was only one bathroom, used by both sexes. It was busy when I got there and so I stood there naked, waiting. I was becoming a little self conscious when eventually the door opened and a slim blond with the perkiest little tits I had ever seen walked out. She pulled a face and said something to me in German which I didn't understand. I just smiled back and sort of shrugged my shoulders and mumbled something. Laughing, she said in almost perfect English. "Sorry I thought you were German, you look German."
