We lay on the grass for what seemed like hours, simply taking in the sun and chatting. Aimless chat mixed with asking each other about our sexual likes and dislikes and what brought us to being here and now. I explained to Bertie that I had always had a liking for being naked and for nude adventures from driving nude to walking nude and that I loved being nude outdoors. Bertie told me that she had been in a long term relationship that had turned toxic and she had ended it five years ago. Bertie said that initially she had felt lonely and had simply spent time on her own, focusing on herself. Bernie was quite candid telling me that she had often spent time outdoors looking for places where she could partially strip, often simply getting her boobs out in the sun and on the odd occasion if where she was, had been secluded enough she would fully strip off, though unlike me she hadn't masturbated outdoors for fear of being caught. It was interesting to hear her talk about her past and I felt more connected to her and hopefully she felt the same about me. What was clear, was that we had a connection and we shared the same likes and dislikes.
We eventually got up from the grass and slipped our clothes back on. Walking up the field we found a gate that then led back onto the road which fed itself back towards the main road and back to the village where we were both staying. The walk back was leisurely and full of chat and flirting. Over the next few days we spoke via text and we gave each other space, openly aware that we'd only recently met and not willing to sour the friendship we'd started to build up.
I'd be a liar if I said that I hadn't wanked thinking about Bertie and having sex with her. After all, it didn't make me a bad person did it? Was Bertie doing the same, I wasn't sure but i figured that I might ask her if and when i next saw her.
One evening just as I was about to get into the shower I heard my mobile bleep as it received a text. I had a quick look and saw that it was from Bertie. Opening my phone I saw the text which simply said "Going to be hot tomorrow, fancy a wank, I mean walk? B."
I chuckled at Berties message and could feel my cock twitch at the thought of seeing her nude again. I stepped into the shower and washed away the days grime before I got out and after towelling myself dry I sent Bertie a reply "Looking forward to it, meet at noon at the bus stop on the road to the beach. P."
My phone bleeped again with a reply "Perfect. B."
The following day I was up and about early and sorting what I needed for the afternoon, though to be honest, it wasn't much as any clothes I had on would be taken off when we had the opportunity. The clock ticked slowly onwards and at 11.45am I left my rented cottage and started to walk out for the village. The road was reasonably quiet, just the odd car and lorry and as I passed the war memorial all I could hear were seagulls riding the thermals and squawking as they did so.
Following the road I walked past the local church and out of the village where I could see the wooden bus stop ahead of me on my right. Poking out of the bus stop were a familiar looking pair of legs and walking boots. I got to the stop and saw Bertie sat inside. She smiled when she saw me. As i looked I could see that she had a white vest top on which accentuated her boobs and her nipples were poking through. She was wearing the same khaki coloured skirt she'd had on when I first met her.
"Looking very nice Bertie, no need to point though."
She giggled and pulled her vest top up to reveal her right boob and to show that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"That better Pete?"
"Very nice Bertie."
Now i could feel my cock swelling as it started to become erect. I saw that Bertie was looking at my crotch and was smiling.
"Something stirring in your shorts is it Pete?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Care to give me a little look?"
"What here at the bus stop on the main road."
I looked round and the road was still reasonably quiet but I must admit I was apprehensive about simply whipping my cock out in such a public place. The bus shelter was the type that had a roof and wooden sides and a wooden back. If and it was always a big IF you did do anything like exposing your cock in public you'd have to be stood in the right position not to be seen. But that was only from one direction, you could always be seen by any cars, lorries or buses coming from the opposite direction.
"Come on Pete, just a little look, don't be a prude."
Luckily my shorts were sports shorts so had had an elasticated waist which meant I could easily pull them down and up. I looked around and again nothing was coming so I quickly pulled the shorts down to just below my balls and my cock sprung out.
