“Thanks.” I warmed to William a little. He was giving us advice. I realised it could have been someone a lot less understanding.
“Are there times when it’s commonly busy?” Gemma wondered.
“Today is mild. Days like this it’s usually empty at this end of the beach. The weather won’t improve much this weekend, so it’ll be quiet.”
“Interesting,” my wife smiled at me. William then grinned at Gemma, before giving her further advice.
“The majority of the local textiles don’t approve of naturism. So when the weather is warmer most of us tend to stay here. As you can see, the dunes provide plenty of cover. I recommend you stay in this area. Nobody will bother you.”
“Textiles?” Gemma frowned.
“Oh, sorry. Yes, textiles. That’s what we naturists call people who wear clothes. It’s not a nasty slur.”
“Interesting.” My wife mused when she said it this time.
“Most people you see here will be polite and discreet. The talkative ones like me tend to say hello, chat for a few minutes, then leave you be. It’s all natural and relaxed.”
“Well, thank you, William. We greatly appreciate your advice. But I don’t think we’ll be doing this again. It was kind of a one off.” I told him. My wife looked at me displeased.
“That’s a shame. You seem to be a lovely couple. Enjoy the rest of your holiday and I wish you well.”
“Same to you,” I nodded.
“Goodbye, William. It was nice meeting you,” my wife smiled and watched the old fella walk off through the dunes.
“Let’s get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”
“Wait!” Gemma grabbed my arm. “Let’s stay for a bit longer. He’s gone now.”
“And what if he comes back? Or worse, what if more people come through here?”
“Stop being boring and relax, Tim.” My wife moaned. “We’re on holiday. We’ve accidentally found a naturist beach. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“He caught you sucking me off! God knows how long he was standing there for!”
“I don’t understand you sometimes.” Gemma removed her hand, sulking as she led down on her towel.
“What?” I huffed.
“You fantasise about risky sex outdoors. Having me show off for other men. You even fantasise about me sleeping with other men. Yet you’re bothered about being seen on a nudist beach.”
“That’s fantasy. This is real life.”
“We’re on holiday. Nobody knows us here. Let’s just stay awhile and sunbathe naked.”
“You really want to stay?”
“Yes. You were fine until… Willie came along.” My wife burst out laughing.
“Yeah, I thought you enjoyed that bit,” I chuckled.
“Did you see the size of that thing?” she continued laughing, flat on her back in the corpse pose.
“He should have a license to be allowed to walk around with it hanging out in public. At least he won’t get charged for carrying a concealed weapon.” I laughed while Gemma was hysterical.
“Top me up with some sun lotion,” she said, calming down. “Please can we stay for a little bit longer, Tim,” she creeped. “I’ll finish what I started if you do.”
“Didn’t you hear what Willie said,” I chuckled, emphasising his name.
“Yeah, but he’s gone now. It’s just us again.”