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Old 06-20-2019, 04:47 PM
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Default Back in the early 1980's

My wife and I attended a wedding in southern England and somehow ended up on the pier in Brighton. We had begun going to nudist clubs in the U.S. and a couple of nude beaches. My wife loved the attention, as we have written in OCC, and I certainly enjoyed it.

We had to go back to meet friends for a dinner, but before we left, we wanted to swim. She and I changed in a small cabana like thing and she wore a very plain 2 piece swimsuit, chosen to swim at the parents of one of the wedding guests. We swam out away from the stone beach--different to us----and most of the swimmers were older, not many young people. We were maybe late 20's.

She told me to hold this and handed me both parts of her swimsuit. I groped her appropriately and several guys near us got a look at her secret parts. When the time came to go, I offered her the swimsuit but she said no and swam up to the beach and walked at steady but not rushed pace keeping her hands either wringing out her long hair or hanging at her sides, making NO effort to cover her furry triangle, her puffy nipples or her high tight ass. To my surprise, not many turned to stare. Evidently, this just doesn't happen there and no one expected it or was looking for it. She got to the cabana and we dressed and left.
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