It took longer than we'd reckoned to get dinner sorted and make sure that our teenage kids were settled for the evening, so Alice and I were later than planned setting out for our evening walk through the woods to the beach. We'd hoped to get there in time to see the sun set, but that now seemed unlikely.
There weren't many cars left now - most of the beach goers had long gone, off to get showers and pizza. I parked our rented Fiat under the trees right opposite the start of the trail - a broad track heading straight into the pine woods. I grabbed our canvas beach bag from the back seat, slammed the door and clicked the remote. We could travel light to the beach for a change - no need for umbrellas at this time of the evening; it would be too dark for books and we wouldn't be there long enough to need food. It was still warm - around 28 degrees - so we had water, towels and a camera, but nothing else. I'd chosen this evening's activity - a naked walk on the beach.
This wasn't particularly daring for us, we have been naturists for 30 years and my wife Alice will go along with most of my schemes involving nudity as long as we're not likely to bump into anyone we know and we're not going to get into any trouble.
She had OK'd my naked beach walk on the basis that we were on holiday in Italy and therefore not likely to bump into any work colleagues, plus I had promised that this beach was regularly used by naturists. She had said something along the lines of, 'as long as we're not the only ones nude'. Well we'd have to see. If we were then it wouldn't be the first time and I always feel a flush of pride when Alice is naked amongst other people whether they are clothed or nude, and I see them admiring her body.
We started to walk into the woods and were passed by a dozen or so groups all heading back to the road. Some were on bikes and some walking with children, but all laden with the beach paraphernalia that you need for a beach with no natural shade and no cafe or other facilities. The trees obscured the sun, but I was guessing that it was already starting to touch the horizon. The woods were quiet - the daytime wildlife had settled down but the night time creatures were not yet in voice.
Alice looked good in her beach dress. I could tell she was braless underneath it not only from the way her nipples stood out a little in the way that a bra would never allow, but also from the slight movement of her breasts as she walked. I used to tell her that a woman braless under a thin cotton top was just as sexy as nude, but she could never get why. Men usually agreed with me.
After 15 minutes we emerged at the end of the trail and crossed the rough track marking the extent of the nature reserve. We crossed the track to the boardwalk that took us through the undulating dunes with their swathes of sea holly. Suddenly the view opened out as the boardwalk emerged from the dunes. The beach was two miles of beautiful grey-gold sand, backed for its entire length by the pine woods. Along much of its length posts and branches stood proudly in the sand, collected and erected by beachgoers over the years to make temporary shelters using wraps and cotton throws. By this time of day they had all been stripped bare ready to be reconstructed again the next morning.
We were right that we had missed the sunset; the sun was already below the horizon but there was still enough twilight to enjoy the scenery and the moon was up and almost full. There were still a few people about that had obviously stayed to see the sun set, but they were starting to pack up now. As we looked to the right there was what appeared to be an extended family group of a dozen or so, and to the left there were just a few couples in view, one of them already heading toward us and the route off the beach. The naturist-friendly section was in that direction so I said, "come on, this way".
We had only gone about 200 metres when Alice stopped at some posts and a big sunbleached log and said,
"This will do. I don't want to have to walk back too far in the dark."
"Are you sure?" I said, "there's still a few people around," nodding towards two women who were only 30 metres or so further on, standing in the surf with one taking photos of the other.
"You said this was a naturist beach didn't you?"
"Err - yes," I said, knowing that the naturist section was a good half mile further on, but also knowing that Alice had no intention of walking that far.
"OK then, sorted," she said and without any of the usual dithering, she grabbed the hem of her beach dress and peeled it over her head, to leave her standing naked apart from her flip flops. I love to see her naked, and doubly so when it's outdoors. Alice has always been beautiful in or out of her clothes. We've both sagged a bit over the years, but I still marvel at those beautiful breasts. Her nipples were rock hard - maybe there was a bit of excitement, or maybe it was just a reaction to the evening air brushing her skin.
I put the bag down, kicked off my sandals and pushed down my shorts then peeled off my T-shirt. Alice had already folded up her dress and I took the towels out of the bag and stuffed in our clothes. I put out my arms for a naked hug and Alice came to me. I put my hands on her buttocks a gave a squeeze. As always I loved the feel of her breasts mashing into my chest. She gave me a wet kiss and pulled away, then started arranging a towel on the log for us to sit on. I grabbed the camera and took a couple of pictures of my gorgeous naked wife. The flash went off and Alice hissed at me,
"Turn off the flash!"
I noticed that the two women - possibly distracted by the camera flash - had stopped taking their photos and were looking in our direction and talking. I thought I heard a laugh. Well if so it probably meant that we weren't upsetting them and weren't about to get reported to the police.
"Right," said Alice. "If I'm going to skinny dip then I need to do it now."
It sounded like a challenge, but I was fine with that. We held hands and walked naked towards the surf - feeling the first shock of cool on our feet, then up to our knees to acclimatise and then to our waists with some 'oooh'ing and 'ahhh'ing. The Mediterranean had been warming all summer and it was like a lukewarm bath. But we still definitely had an audience and I said as much to Alice.
"Oh God!" she said, "do you think we should go?"
"Not at all," I replied. "I think they're fine with it."
