It was a Sunday in mid July, and promised to be a hot one, despite some early clouds. My wife Ruth drove off early with the kids to a boot fair, leaving me with the washing up, and looking forward to day at work. At the workshop I managed a couple of hour’s work, but it was getting really warm by 10 O’clock, and my thoughts wandered to a beach visit. I checked the forecast for Hastings, the nearest resort to Fairlight, “our” naturist beach, and it looked good. Not much breeze, and skies clearing to give an afternoon high of 25C. I logged into Yahoo, and saw Sue was online. I’d had a couple of “flings” with Sue, an old friend of ours - kissing, and a bit of petting, but we’d agreed to cool it. That had been two years back. I didn’t want to mess up my marriage, and she wasn’t looking for a “relationship”. There was no guilt as such, since Ruth had been refusing any sexual advances from me for over a year by then. I started chatting with her, and it turned out she hadn’t any plans beyond a bit of wallpaper stripping. I told her I was thinking of taking my bike on the train to Hastings, and cycling to Fairlight. Would she like to come with me? She knew about Fairlight being a naturist beach, and said she’d never been to a naturist beach before, and thought she’d be out of place, being overweight and untanned white – all the usual English female phobias. I told her she wasn’t fat of course, and that anyway there’d be all sorts of body types on view, and that nudie beaches were pretty non-judgemental places. She said she’d think about it, and went offline while she got herself some breakfast. Meanwhile I found out train times, and sorted out the workshop ready to leave. It was nearly time to leave for the midday train when she came back online and said “Yes, ok, I’ll give it a try, but I think I’ll keep my cossie on.” I told her “np” of course, and we both logged off to get ready. Her station was the one before mine, and I couldn’t see her hanging out of the window as the train stopped, so got on, bike and all, at the front of the train. At the next station I looked down the platform, and there she was waiving at the far end. Relief! I grabbed my bike and scooted down the platform, the guard holding the train as I breathlessly scrambled on. She was looking great, in shorts and a thin blouse. She had a bra I noticed, but then her breasts were really rather big for going “free and easy”, even on a day as hot as this. We kissed chastely on the cheek in greeting, and settled down to 40 minutes of nattering till we reached Hastings. The clouds had all gone by the time we reached the coast, and though the air was cooler, it promised to be a great beach day. We cycled the couple of miles to “Rock-a Nore” the stretch of beach beneath the cliffs that led to Fairlight. Locking our bikes we set out to half walk, half scramble along the beach. At first the few people we passed were “textiles”, mostly couples, and a group of Polish, in their twenties. Then we came to our first nudist. A bloke of course, getting very pink. He was lying with his legs apart, showing off his hairless, vulnerable looking genitalia. We muttered our “hi’s” to him in passing. When we were out of earshot Sue commented that he’d have trouble sleeping tonight. I took off my shirt, but kept my shorts on, not wanting to put any pressure on Sue. She was impressed by the rugged coastline and the fantastic views, and seemed unphased by the nude couple we passed, who were cuddling against each other. They weren’t exactly making love, but they were kissing, and I think we both stole glances at his rather less than floppy penis. “Looked like they were enjoying themselves” she commented, “You see a lot of that kind of thing down here then?” “Hmm, sometimes, yes, of course I find it totally objectionable” “I bet you do”, she chuckled. We were both fairly sweating by the time we got to the naturist beach proper, and the sea was beginning to look very inviting. As I predicted, there were all sorts and body types on the main beach. While a few kept their clothes on, most were naked, with the usual “pros” at the far end of the beach. Like the figures of the sunbathers, body hair was varied too. Natural unshaven minges, a few “landing strips”, and some completely shaven, of both sexes. I commented that it always made people look even more naked when they shaved completely. Sue agreed, “Especially the women, I mean you can always see what a bloke’s got, but a shaven fanny in all its glory doesn’t it?” “Sure does”, I agreed, “I guess you wouldn’t have that problem… as I recall anyway?” She laughed, “Sorry to disappoint you, no I wouldn’t!” “Oh don’t apologise, I love the naturally hirsute look. Anyway you’re keeping our costume on, so it won’t matter either way…” It was only half a question; I really wasn’t into rushing her. She grunted non-commitally. We’d passed the main beach, and now made our way through the rocks again. There were still quite a few people around, the occasional couple, a group of men, probably gay, and several single blokes. The beach widened out a bit, with some sand, and a few people were swimming. We came to a kind of nook amongst the rocks, not too close to the gay group, and Sue suggested, “This be alright here?” I agreed, and we plonked our stuff down, spreading our towels on the shingle. I took off my shorts before lying down, and discreetly half watched as Sue took off her blouse and shorts. She lay down beside me, in her bra and knickers, a decent couple of feet away. We read newspapers, smoked, drank water, and generally wasted time for a while. At length she said, “Hmm, that sea looks very inviting, think we’ll have to give it a try.” “Sure does,” I agreed, “you got a cossie with you then?” She smiled, “Not really, and I don’t really want to get these wet”, indicating her underwear, ”I just don’t want to put everyone off with my bulk.” This was silly. She really wasn’t overweight, what with all the cycling and swimming, more like British standard for her age. “Don’t be daft, I mean look at her, she’s no skinny chick!” I pointed out a magnificently endowed, tanned “BBW” who was making her way to the sea. She had a huge show of pubic hair, enormous breasts, and a wonderfully Beryl Cook bottom. “Oh I guess so”, she agreed, “I just feel everyone will be gawping at me.” I told her they wouldn’t, but in truth there were quite a lot of men who just happened to walk very close to us, some with semi-erect penises, which sue had already commented on. At length she stood up, “OK, guess I’d better give it a try then.” And with that she unclasped her bra and let her lovely white breasts free, then stepped out of her knickers, revealing that she did indeed still have a full hairy bush of auburn pubes. “You look absolutely great, I told her truthfully, grinning. “I see you appreciate the ghastly sight anyway!” she smiled at my slightly growing penis. “Well you see, the penis never lies”, I explained. She sat back down beside me, a little closer, but still not touching. Two people lying together naked, who really shouldn’t have been. “I need time to get used to it”, she told me, “I’m not sure if I can walk to the sea like this, might have to take my towel”. For a novice she was doing great. After a few minutes she laid back, hands behind her head, exposing her terrific bosom to the sun. At first she had her knees up, but then she relaxed a little, and down they went. Gradually, like me she adopted the open legged sunbathing position, her vagina on show for all the passers by. By now we had a regular contingent of beach walkers, who all glanced, some quite openly, at us, or rather her. A few minutes of this, and she commented, “Seems to be a very popular part of the beach, this!” “Well you see how you’re attracting them all, enjoy it!” I laughed. “Fair enough”, she accepted, “Fancy trying out the water then?” “Sure”, I agreed, and stood, giving her my hand to help her up from the shingle. We picked our way through the rocks and left our sandals at the edge of the sand. “This is like in a film, we should run into the sea holding hands”, she said. With that I took her hand a pulled her towards the waves at a run. She laughed, “Don’t be daft I was only joking!” Her breasts bounced magnificently, and my cock, now soft again, but still larger than normal, flapped around as we ran. The sea was as warm as it ever is in England; cool at first, as we waded in, especially as it reached our genitals, which we shrieked and laughed about. I think we made quite a stir amongst the other swimmers as we went in. I was first to take the plunge and swim. It was gorgeous once the first shock of cold was past. We swam further out than anyone else, and eventually found ourselves standing again, on some kind of sand bank. We stood quite close, not quite touching, though I was certainly tempted to reach out and feel her beneath the water. We swam around some more, but I was getting cold and began to head back for the shore. Sue followed a few metres behind, until again I was in my depth, and I stood, the water up to my chest. She swam close and stood too. There was a moment when we looked at each other, just a moment, then both half swam, half walked towards each other, and then we were in a hug. She made a little noise, maybe accepting the inevitable as our naked bodies touched beneath the water. Her breasts against my chest, nipples huge and hard with the cold. Despite the cold my cock was instantly hard against her belly. Arms around each other we kissed, salty and wet, our tongues urgently inside each other’s mouths. She half floated, letting her legs wrap around my hips, now finding my hard penis with her hands. I had my hand at her vagina, for a moment my penis nudging against the folds between her legs. But that was too much, it really wasn’t what we were here for, it was outside the rules. “No I don’t want to do that,” she half gasped. ”No. Well I think we both do, but I guess we’d better not”, I agreed, reluctantly. We carried on kissing and cuddling, bodies bobbing and floating against each other. At length we swam back to the shallows, and as we began walking out through the breakers she looked at my still rampantly erect cock, “You can’t come out like that, we’ll have to stay in till it goes down!” “Oh sod it, I don’t think anyone will mind here…” And I’m sure they didn’t. The large lady was still searching for shells as we walked past, and glanced at us in a smiling slightly approving way, and several men just happened to cross our path as we made our way back to our stuff. We lay down together now, our bodies touching. After a quick smoke, we began kissing again. It just seemed so natural, the right thing to do, as it were. And we began petting. I kissed her big soft breasts, biting and rolling my tongue round her hard nipples. Her hand was at my penis again, now openly tossing me, uncaring of the men who passed by as close as they could with their sidelong glances. Sue had her legs open for all to view now, my hand caressing her beautiful hairy moist vagina. For a virgin naturist she was doing magnificently well, which I told her. “Hmm this is great, do you think we could find somewhere a bit more private though?” was her reply. “Perhaps we should yes, though I’m sure no-one round here will mind.” We quickly gathered our stuff, and scrambled, still naked, me still erect of course, past the gay group, who watched our progress with interest, up the beach a couple of hundred metres. We found a spot behind a huge rock, completely hidden from the rest of the beach, and lay down together on a hastily arranged towel. She lay beneath me, like a woman about to accept my fuck, but we were good. We were very good. We kissed and sucked, and I worked at Sue’s oh so fuckable, want my penis inside you baby, want to touch your innermost moistness, vagina. Its wrinkly swollen with sex outer lips under my probing fingers. I was gentle, then vigorous, a finger inside her, then out again and finding, playing, with her clitoris. Two fingers in her, three; stretching her vagina open to the sun. She was moaning now, lost to the heat, to the sweat of our bodies, skin against skin. She was nearly there, kissing again, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths. She no longer paid attention to my needs. This was so good. Letting herself go to the edge, she gasped, squealed, yelped down the beach. Naked, both of us naked. Touching each other totally. “Yes. Oh. Ah. Oh fuck that’s good, oh please”. And there she was. Done, ecstatic. As done as if I had actually put my straining, eager penis into her. Then it was my turn, as I lay across her body, chest to breasts, thigh to thigh, hairy against hairy, my hand under her big friendly buttocks, pulling her ever harder, tighter against me. She gripped my utterly hardened penis in her clever hand, feeling my rhythm, timing her pulling with the skill of affection, quicker, quicker, quicker. Then I too came, a flood of warm wet semen across her belly, between us, all over the fucking place, wetting the shingle beneath us. We lay a long time like that. Two bodies under the sun.