“Not that I noticed,” I chuckled again. “Maybe it’s a seasonal nudist beach. You know, like parking zones. You have strict times you’re allowed to park without getting booked.”
“Yes, Tim, I know how parking zones work,” Gemma smiled. “What does it say on the other side of the sign?” We walked towards the sign curiously to check if anything was written on the other side of it.
“Naturists may be seen beyond this point.” I read the sign this time. “What the fuck is this place!” We laughed, finding the sign and situation hilarious.
“I didn’t know we had nudist beaches in the UK! Did you?” my wife asked.
“We have a few, but I’ve never looked into where they are. I can’t believe we just obliviously walked through one.”
“Do you think we walked straight past a warning sign coming from that direction?” Gemma wondered.
“Not that I noticed. It doesn’t matter anyway, there’s nobody about,” I replied.
Gemma looked extremely curious, glancing in the direction we were headed and back in the direction we travelled from. “Do you fancy a nose?” she giggled.
“What? Walk back? There was nobody there.” I laughed at my wife.
“Maybe they hid when they saw two clothed people coming on their beach,” Gemma suggested.
“Don’t be so ridiculous. Nobody is hiding from us. It’s hardly the weather to be sunbathing naked, is it?”
“It’s not exactly cold, Tim. I fancy taking a look.”
“Take a look at what, Gem? There’s nobody on the beach,” I moaned, pointing my arms out at the vast empty sand and dunes on the horizon. I didn’t want to particularly retrace our empty steps either.
“Maybe we’re just the first ones to use the beach today,” she giggled. I laughed my head off. “I’m being serious, Tim.”
“I bloody know you are, woman!”
“I don’t mean get naked! Christ! I just want to take a look. Satisfy my curiosity.”
“And if we don’t find or see anything?”
“Then we’ll just set up somewhere and enjoy an empty beach. I’ll be able to go topless then,” Gemma giggled. “I’ve only been topless abroad.”
My wife has always been confident in her own skin. Abroad, she’s never had any qualms about getting her big tits out on the beach, but naturism was never something we ever discussed. It wasn’t something that appealed to me either.
Of course there’s elements I find fascinating, like watching guys checking out my naked wife, while I check out the other naked women. Plus the sight of my naked wife checking out all the other naked men. So, all the nakedness then.
However, my very limited knowledge and understanding of naturism was that it was more of a respectful way of being liberal with like minded people. It wasn’t sexual. I had heard and read about there being places around the world, where some beaches actually allowed sex to take place. Like a swingers beach or something.
“Come on then, let’s go for a wander, or a nose as you put it. Just don’t expect me to suddenly turn into a naturist!”
Gemma laughed and grabbed my hand, we then walked along the beach, past the dunes and around the point. The tide was a long way out. We literally had the whole beach to ourselves.