This happened a month or two ago.
My husband (34/M) and I (29/F) live in California. We went to a private local beach known for the dunes that provide coverage to people being sluts.
I shaved my pussy and took a little pill (legally prescribed) to chill me out and make me a little more open. I wore a black romper, no bra, no underwear. To get to the private beach, you have to park off the side of the road, cross the highway, and take a semi-hidden trail down. So we trek through the brush, cross some grasslands, and get down to the beach. It’s a Saturday, so there are normal people on the beach- but we’re not joining them.
We cross left and go into the dunes. There’s a little dip in the beach so once people are in the dunes, normal folks on the beach can’t see them from almost any angle- but they could if they came close enough. Walking into the dunes, there’s a naked guy setting up his towel doing yoga. I call him Yoga Man. He sees my husband and I and smiles a little wickedly- he knows what’s up.