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

Understanding that my wife would not have the ability to resist paddling in the sea when we reached the shore I ‘d packaged towels in with our lunch.
Nearly 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 bottom of the cliffs but we generally prevented the steep ascent required to reach them (they’re now inaccessible as coastal erosion has made the cliffs dangerous). Yet my wife could see the sea and wanted to reach it! We followed a path which seemed to be leading in the right course and this brought us to the very top of a wooden staircase. Nonetheless there was a sign which warned that on the seashores one might see naturists …
Fully being a hot day there was rather quite a few individuals already in the cove. One end was definitely a suntrap and was crowded – largely with naturists as far as we could tell from a distance. We made our approach 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 studied the shore. She said it was a shame we’d come unprepared but did I think her underwear would look as a bikini. I said that her knickers would probably pass but I wasn’t certain about her bra. She agreed and quickly took off her skirt. After pausing she subsequently took off her blouse and her bra. On vacation in France she’d regularly gone topless so this was not particularly astonishing.
After lunch my wife started to get restless. The sea was calling … It was noticeable that at our end of the beach quite lots of women who sunbathed topless put on their tops to walk to the sea to swim; equally women and men who were sunbathing nude replaced their costumes before walking to the ocean. My wife then took off her knickers and asked if I liked to go in for a swim. She said she would have to keep her knickers dry as she couldn’t walk back up the stairs in a skirt without wearing knickers. Walking down that beach hand in hand with my amazing nude wife is one of my happiest and proudest memories. After swimming we sunbathed some more and then after another swim it was time to continue our walk.
We had previously seen on a couple of occasions a spa using a sauna where costumes weren’t worn so this wasn’t a instance of the very first time nude in public but it was the first time outside. Since then we have seen French clothing optional beaches but my wife prefers to wear a bikini (or at least the bottom) while I normally go bare. I do not understand why she prefers to wear a costume but I treasure the memory of that day in Fairlight Cove.

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