My partner and I planned to spend a day walking in the country park which runs along the coast from Hastings

(Sussex, England) to Petts Amount where there is a beach with the remains of a petrified forest.
Understanding that my wife would not have the capacity to resist paddling in the sea when we reached the beach I ‘d packaged towels in a rucksack together 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 overcast day. We’d walked far before it was really rather hot. There are coves at the base of the cliffs but we generally prevented the steep rise essential to reach them (they are now inaccessible as coastal erosion has made the cliffs dangerous). Nevertheless my wife could see the sea and desired to reach it! We followed a route which seemed to be leading in the right course and this brought us to the very top of a wooden stairs. Nonetheless there was a sign which warned that on the shores one might see naturists … My wife said it was a shame to turn back now.
Being a hot day there was rather quite a few individuals already in the cove. One end was certainly a suntrap and was packed – mainly with naturists as far as we could tell from a distance. We made our way to a less busy area and put down our towels to make the pebbles more comfy to sit on while we ate our lunch. I took off my teeshirt and my wife studied the seashore. She said it was a shame we had come unprepared but did I think her underwear would look as a bikini. I said that her knickers would likely pass but I was not certain about her bra. She agreed and promptly took off . After stopping she subsequently took off milfs on the beach and her bra. On holiday in France she had frequently gone topless so this wasn’t particularly surprising. I don’t generally 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 naked and her wearing only her knickers.
After lunch my wife started to get restless. The sea was calling …

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It was noticeable that at our end of the beach rather a great deal of women who sunbathed topless put on their tops to walk down to the sea to swim; equally women and men who were sunbathing naked replaced their costumes before walking to the ocean. My wife then took off her knickers and inquired if I needed to really go in for a swim. She said she’d need to keep her knickers dry as she could not walk back up the staircase in a skirt without wearing knickers. Walking down that beach hand in hand with my lovely nude 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 seen on a couple of occasions a spa with a sauna where costumes were not worn so this wasn’t a case of the first time naked in public but it absolutely was the first-time outdoors. Since then we’ve visited French clothing optional beaches but my wife prefers to put on a bikini (or at least the underside) while I usually go nude. On one occasion we had gone out on a dreary day and been surprised when it turned hot and again my wife had stripped happily as it was the only means she would be able to swim. I really don’t understand why she prefers to wear a costume but I cherish the memory of that day in Fairlight Cove.

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