One summer, my girlfriend at the time (Sally, 25) and I (27) were doing a long-distance walk up the coast of Wales. We were following paths but at one point we had to walk along a beach that stretched for over ten miles. As we plodded along we came across a sign that said that the next few hundred metres was designated a nude beach. This wasn’t something we knew about, but we’d occasionally talked about it, and liked being naked in public, so we both glanced at each other, anticipating something was going to happen.
It was early summer and although it was a nice day there weren’t many people on the beach. We passed a couple of older guys sunbathing with their cocks out, but no one else – no young fit beauties for us to enjoy pretending not to look at. As we began to approach the sign on the other side of the beach showing the end of the nude portion, Sally asked if we should take a break, and put her pack down on the ground. I followed suit and we lay down with our heads on one of the packs looking out to sea.