(Sussex, England) to Petts Degree where there’s a beach with the remains of a petrified forest.
Understanding that my wife would not manage to resist paddling in the sea when we reached the shore I had packed towels in a rucksack along with our lunch.
Practically as soon as we approached Hastings in our auto the sun came out as though to make a mockery of the weather forecast of a warm but cloudy day. We’d walked far before it was really quite hot. There are coves at the bottom of the cliffs but we generally avoided the steep climb necessary to reach them ( http://tvamateur.net as coastal erosion has made the cliffs dangerous). However my wife could see the sea and wanted to reach it! We followed a path which appeared to be leading in the right course and this brought us to the top of a wooden staircase. However there was a sign which warned that on the seashores one might see naturists … My wife said it was a shame to turn back now.
Being a hot day there was rather numerous people already in the cove. http://publicmania.com was definitely a suntrap and was packed – largely with naturists as far as we could tell from a distance. We made our method to a less busy area and put down our towels to make the pebbles more comfortable to sit on while we ate our lunch. I took off my teeshirt and my wife surveyed the seashore. She said it was a shame we had come unprepared but did I believe her panties would look like a bikini.
I said that her knickers would probably pass but I wasn’t convinced about her bra. She agreed and promptly took off her skirt. After stopping she then took off her blouse and her bra. On holiday in France she had regularly gone topless so this was not particularly surprising. I actually don’t generally wear anything under short pants so I asked her if she minded if took off my shorts since it was so hot, She said that was OK so we sat and ate our lunch with me naked and her wearing just her knickers.
After lunch my wife started to get uneasy. The sea was calling … It was noticeable that at our end of the beach rather a great deal of girls who sunbathed topless put on their tops to walk down to the sea to swim; equally men and women who were sunbathing naked replaced their costumes before walking to the ocean. My wife then took off her knickers and inquired if I needed to really go in for a swim. She said she’d have to keep her knickers dry as she couldn’t walk back up the stairs in a skirt without wearing knickers. Walking down that beach hand in hand with my beautiful nude wife is one of my happiest and proudest memories. After swimming we sunbathed some more and then after a second swim it was time to continue our walk. That was our first visit to a clothing optional beach.
We had previously seen on a couple of occasions a spa with a sauna where costumes weren’t worn so this was not a instance of the very first time nude in public but it absolutely was the first time outside. Since then we have visited French clothing optional beaches but my wife prefers to put on a bikini (or at least the underside) while I usually go bare. On one occasion we’d gone out on a dull day and been surprised when it turned hot and again my wife had stripped happily as it was the only means she would be able to swim. I do not comprehend why she prefers to wear a costume but I cherish the memory of that day in Fairlight Cove.