My wife and I planned to spend a day walking in the country park which runs along the coast from Hastings (Sussex, England) to Petts Level where there is a beach with the remains of a petrified forest. Knowing that my wife would not be able to resist paddling in the sea when we reached the beach I had packed towels in a rucksack along with our lunch.|
Almost as soon as we approached Hastings in our car the sun came out as though to make a mockery of the weather forecast of a warm but cloudy day. We had walked far before it was really quite hot. There are coves at the bottom of the cliffs but we usually avoided the steep climb necessary to reach them (they are now inaccessible 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 seemed to be leading in the right direction and this brought us to the top of a wooden staircase. However there was a sign which warned that on the beaches one might encounter naturists ... My wife said it was a shame to turn back now.
Being a hot day there was quite a number of people already in the cove. One end was clearly a suntrap and was crowded - mainly with naturists as far as we could tell from a distance. We made our way to a less crowded part 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 beach. She said it was a shame we had come unprepared but did I think her underwear would look like a bikini. I said that her knickers would probably pass but I wasn't sure about her bra. She agreed and promptly took off her skirt. After pausing she then took off her blouse and her bra. On holiday in France she had often gone topless so this was not particularly surprising. I don't usually wear anything under shorts 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 nude and her wearing only her knickers.
After lunch my wife started to get restless. The sea was calling ... It was noticeable that at our end of the beach quite a lot of women who sunbathed topless put on their tops to walk down to the sea to swim; equally men and women who were sunbathing nude replaced their costumes before walking to the sea. My wife then took off her knickers and asked if I wanted to go in for a swim. She said she would need to keep her knickers dry as she couldn't walk back up the staircase in a skirt without wearing knickers. Walking down that beach hand in hand with my beautiful naked 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 visited on a couple of occasions a spa with a sauna where costumes were not worn so this was not a case of the first time nude in public but it was the first time outdoors. Since then we have visited French clothing optional beaches but my wife prefers to wear a bikini (or at least the bottom) while I generally go nude. On one occasion we had 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 way she would be able to swim. I don't understand why she prefers to wear a costume but I treasure the memory of that day in Fairlight Cove.