SUSAN’S FIRST NUDIST BEACH EXPERIENCE_(2)

KAW #2 Susan’s first Nudist beach experience. (Part one)

My name is Martin Blackshaw. I am sixty four years of age and a retired long distance driver. It all seems so long ago now, but the details are as sharp in my mind as they were at the time. My wife Susan and I were both in our late thirties and regularly took packaged holidays to Spain. We often saw the signs for nudist beaches as we passed in a car or bus. I suggested going to see what they were like every time, but Susan hastily declined the idea on each occasion without giving it any serious consideration.

Earlier in 1988 we had skinny dipped from a pedalo in Croatia way out in a lagoon, where no-one could see us, and she was thrilled and thought it the best part of the holiday to swim without a swimsuit or bikini. Yet still she refused to go to a nude beach where I suspected everyone would be naked.

We had no children to worry about despite our constant attempts. Every year we would abandon contraception, be it the pill or condoms, to physically try for the child we so desperately wanted. But to no avail. Susan pleaded for us to be tested but I was so blind to reality that we were normal human beings with normal bodies, and that one day she would conceive if we tried hard enough. As the years passed each six months of attempts began to get more tiring and started to affect the rest of our lives.

Jobs came and went with remarkable regularity as the determination to have a child became more and more of a fixation which affected our work. We were both approaching our fortieth birthdays and jointly decided that enough was enough. The previous six months had taken it’s toll. Six months constant daily sex with no successful result at that age is both soul destroying and exhausting. Don’t let anyone tell you different! That high performance car we had put off buying was now going to be a priority. Holidays abroad were going to be regular and enjoyable and, I fervently hoped, with the worries of non parenthood now put aside, Susan would finally agree to that nudist beach I had dreamed about.

That August in 1989 was our first holiday without having to worry about anything. We were in Southern Spain. We had booked a coach excursion form the hotel, and found ourselves seated by another English couple . The lunch stop was in the mountains at a roadside café and we sat and chatted with the same couple from the coach over lunch. Susan commented on the fantastic tans that Derek and Sheila boasted. It appeared that when they were not taking excursions they liked to spend most of the daylight hours on a local nudist beach and, as if to underline how much of an all over tan she had, Sheila did no more than pull a tanned breast from her bikini top, with not a single white mark visible.

It was Derek who put out a restraining hand or her bikini bottoms, which would most probably have been dropped to prove the all over nature of her brown body. They both explained how wonderful nude beaches were, and I could visibly see Susan’s attitude changing as they spoke. Back in the hotel that evening my wife suddenly turned to me.

“Do you still want to go to a nudist beach Martin?”

“Well yes!” I replied, maybe a little warily as this was the first time she had ever mentioned such a thing before, it had always been me who brought the subject up “What’s made you ask that darling?”

“I’ve been thinking about that couple at lunchtime, that woman, Sheila, was all for it wasn’t she?”
“Seemed to be. I didn’t take much notice myself.”

“Oh yeah!” she laughed “You took plenty of notice when she got her right tit out to show you how brown it was!”

“Did she?” I grinned “Can’t say I can remember that.”

“Stop being a prat Martin!” she snapped angrily.

“Sorry love. Yes of course I noticed – not a bad pair either she had!”

“I hate these white marks where my bikini has been. Do you think I could ever have an all over tan like hers?”

“Probably, if we spent some time naked in the sun. I know one thing though, you would look a damn sight prettier than she did.”

“I thought she looked great!”

“I am not saying that love, I am saying that however lovely she looked, YOU would look even better with an all over tan.”

I said no more and left her to wallow in her thoughts regarding the nude beach. Any further encouragement from me would have dampened her eagerness. I knew the suggestion HAD to come from her. I feel sure all you married men will understand my reasoning. Play them at their own games chaps. If you appear too keen they will quickly go off the idea.

It was the following morning at breakfast that Susan resurrected the idea once more.

“I’ve been thinking” she said in a low whisper, and a quick look round to see if anyone could hear her “that we might try that nudist beach, just to see what it’s like.”

“OK.” I replied without any undue eagerness “Whatever you say love.”

“Do you know where it is?”

“I’m sure the reception will be able to tell me.”

“I don’t want everyone to know we are going there!” she snapped.

“I’m sure they will be very discreet sweetheart.”

I was hiding my excitement extremely well at the thought of my wife being naked in public. You never know, I might have been looking at her through rose coloured glasses, but I thought she was the most beautiful woman on Earth with a body to match. She deserved to be lusted after by other men. I had wanted to get her on a nudist beach for years, and watch other men drooling over her naked beauty, but always knowing that she was mine and would be going home with me and not them.

A visit to the hotel reception informed us that taxis covered the journey from the hotel to the nude beach for a reasonable charge and so no directions were given or needed. The pretty female receptionist made the necessary telephone call and ten minutes later we were on our way.