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Four years ago my wife (my girlfriend back then) and I moved down to Brighton and had a wonderful flat just off the seafront, only 100 yards from the beach. When the summer came around it was great to go and sit on the beach and relax in the sun with a good book, magazine or just our thoughts. My girlfriend was then a petite size 14 (UK) with lovely 36D tits and curvy hips that blend into a lovely pert bottom. She has long red hair that she often wears in bunches and the prettiest little face with perfect sexy green eyes. I’m Mr. Average in most departments with cropped blonde hair and muscular shoulders.
We knew of the nude beach in Brighton because many people talked about it before we came down and the people I worked with often mentioned it. One summers day in 1998 we walked down to the cinema at Brighton Marina which, from our flat, passes right past the nude beach. As we got closer we saw the green signs put up by the local council informing the boundaries, the back (closest to the path) of which was extenuated by a six foot high pebble mound. This mound was about five metres from the path. Because of this pebble mound the people whom we could see were of two types. Firstly there were the exhibitionists who were right on the edges of the boundaries or walking along the top of the mound for all to see; secondly were the voyeurs (the fully clothed people) who sat amongst them watching the nude people wonder by. Dee and I were both somewhat surprised to see that most of the voyeurs were either Asian men or teenagers of 18 or so; we even noticed a few woman voyeurs.
Once we had passed by we talked about what we had seen whilst questioning each others desire to go nude on the beach. Whilst we both agreed that it would be nice to sun ourselves naked amongst other naked people we were, at the same time, a little apprehensive about the idea. Neither of us had really partaken in public nudity before, although Dee had let me take pictures of her sitting on park benches whilst not wearing any underwear. We had often gone out with the digital camera and she had flashed for me but I didn’t post them online or show them to others, they were for my personal appreciation only. As the conversation progressed we reminded each other of a time when, on just such an occasion, I had been taking pictures of her holding her skirt up around her waist and flashing her pussy to me. As I took the pictures Dee noticed a man watching from his bedroom window across the street. Despite the onlooker she continued to flash and even pulled open her top to reveal her tits to him. This particular event had made us both horny as hell and we had shagged all night on the scenario and fact of being caught yet not stopping. We only stopped our conversation as we entered the foyer of the cinema.
Having seen our film, eaten our popcorn and drunk our diet coke we left for the journey home which we normally made on the bus. However, we both decided it would be nice to take the mini railway (The Volks Railroad) that runs along Brighton seafront. It starts just outside the Marina near the nude beach and takes you a mile and a half to the pier. It also gave us another opportunity to take a walk past the nude beach as it was only 3:30 and most likely still be busy. The sun was still shining hot in the sky as we made our way back towards the beach and the platform for the railway. As we got there we saw an ice-cream van and decided to get a couple of 99 flakes to cool us down which also gave us a good excuse to lean on the railings that looked out over the beach, sea and slightly to our right the nude beach.
We knew of the nude beach in Brighton because many people talked about it before we came down and the people I worked with often mentioned it. One summers day in 1998 we walked down to the cinema at Brighton Marina which, from our flat, passes right past the nude beach. As we got closer we saw the green signs put up by the local council informing the boundaries, the back (closest to the path) of which was extenuated by a six foot high pebble mound. This mound was about five metres from the path. Because of this pebble mound the people whom we could see were of two types. Firstly there were the exhibitionists who were right on the edges of the boundaries or walking along the top of the mound for all to see; secondly were the voyeurs (the fully clothed people) who sat amongst them watching the nude people wonder by. Dee and I were both somewhat surprised to see that most of the voyeurs were either Asian men or teenagers of 18 or so; we even noticed a few woman voyeurs.
Once we had passed by we talked about what we had seen whilst questioning each others desire to go nude on the beach. Whilst we both agreed that it would be nice to sun ourselves naked amongst other naked people we were, at the same time, a little apprehensive about the idea. Neither of us had really partaken in public nudity before, although Dee had let me take pictures of her sitting on park benches whilst not wearing any underwear. We had often gone out with the digital camera and she had flashed for me but I didn’t post them online or show them to others, they were for my personal appreciation only. As the conversation progressed we reminded each other of a time when, on just such an occasion, I had been taking pictures of her holding her skirt up around her waist and flashing her pussy to me. As I took the pictures Dee noticed a man watching from his bedroom window across the street. Despite the onlooker she continued to flash and even pulled open her top to reveal her tits to him. This particular event had made us both horny as hell and we had shagged all night on the scenario and fact of being caught yet not stopping. We only stopped our conversation as we entered the foyer of the cinema.
Having seen our film, eaten our popcorn and drunk our diet coke we left for the journey home which we normally made on the bus. However, we both decided it would be nice to take the mini railway (The Volks Railroad) that runs along Brighton seafront. It starts just outside the Marina near the nude beach and takes you a mile and a half to the pier. It also gave us another opportunity to take a walk past the nude beach as it was only 3:30 and most likely still be busy. The sun was still shining hot in the sky as we made our way back towards the beach and the platform for the railway. As we got there we saw an ice-cream van and decided to get a couple of 99 flakes to cool us down which also gave us a good excuse to lean on the railings that looked out over the beach, sea and slightly to our right the nude beach.