[bennsarah]

This is my first time posting here and I wanted to share one of my favourite memories of our early days showing off and the first time that my partner was caught naked by someone she knew. While I wouldn't say that is strictly a 'friend' of hers, it did kind of open the doors for future exposures.

When my partner and I were first dating in our early twenties we discovered our shared love of showing her off together. Initially we would go to nude beaches far out of town, and over time we would start getting her naked on normal clothed beaches if we could find a discrete spot and it wasn't too busy. We only ever did this when we were far from home, usually a minimum of 40 minutes drive to minimise the risk of seeing someone we knew. It was a huge rush for us having strangers see and talk to her whilst she was naked, I hadn't realised at the time how exciting it would be when it's someone she knows.

So one day we went to one of our more local beaches and were just enjoying the sun, sand and sea. The beach was quite busy and after a while I managed to convince her to follow me along the rocks that ran along the bottom of the cliff face. This particular beach has a long rocky area that runs along the cliffside about 1.5km all the way to the next beach. At low tide the space that you have to walk on and stretch out is quite large and it's easy to find a spot to yourself. After walking about a third of the way we dumped our things on top of some rocks back near the cliff wall, and after a couple of drinks we both stripped off and headed into the water.

The great thing about this part of the beach is that people still walk along this rock path, and on a busy day like this people were coming past every few minutes. There is also a walking trail at the top of the cliff with lookouts dotted along the way, so people would be able to see us down on the rocks and in the water, but not be able to make out very much other than the fact that we were naked.

After swimming for a while, she decides to head back up onto the rocks and sunbathe for a bit. I had deliberately left our towels and clothes and drinks bag as far from the water as possible to prolong her naked walk back. A couple of people did have a long stare as they walked past but no one stopped for more than a few seconds. I had expected her to pull her swimsuit back on, so looking back after a few more minutes of swimming I was surprised to see that not only was she still naked, but she was standing and talking to two fully clothed guys.

From where I was in the water I could see them side on as they spoke to her. One tall rather muscular guy had a bunch of tattoos over his arms, legs and neck, and the other guy was a bit shorter, nothing much stood out about him. She made no effort to hide her body as she chatted with them, eventually even half sitting on one of the rocks with her legs slightly parted. I stayed in the water for the duration, partly because I didn't want to interrupt and scare them off, and partly because I was rock hard watching my girlfriend's naked body being examined by these two people. Obviously we had spoken with strangers on nude beaches before, but it's slightly different when you're all naked. There's such a power dynamic when the other two people are wearing clothes, and she's there with her body completely on show. A few times they glanced in my direction, but with sunglasses on and only my head and shoulders above the water it was easy enough to make it look like I wasn't paying attention (I think).

Finally they started walking off in the direction that they were heading and I made my way out of the water and back to where Sarah was sitting. I remember that the sun had dried her skin completely by this point, but she was still half sitting on the rock in a way that held her legs partly open, and once I was standing in front of her as close as they had been I could easily see how wet she had become.

That's when she dropped the bombshell on me. She knew the guy with the tattoos through her job. At this time she was working at a café at a nearby mall, and had a lot of regulars who worked at all of the nearby shops. That particular guy was quite memorable given the tattoos and that he was in the café at least once a day. She had recognised him instantly she said, but it was only when she took off her sunglasses that he had suddenly realised who she was. She said he had called her by name and even asked if she was the barista from the café that she worked at. I could not believe that she had been standing naked in front of this guy for close to ten minutes while they chatted. She even told me that she had sit back on the rock with her legs parted deliberately to give him a better view.

I asked her what it had felt like, and she said at first it was a massive shock. She was used to people coming up and chatting to us while naked at the beach, but it was always a bit of a thrill when the stranger was clothed. She said that the moment she recognised him she felt instantly embarrassed and had to resist the urge to cover up, but once she realised he had already seen everything she kind of relaxed and started to enjoy it. His friend was apparently much less discrete, and spent most of the conversation silently staring at her up and down.

In the weeks following the tattoo guy would come to her café at least twice on the days that he was working and strike up a conversation. Sometimes he would have a friend/co-worker with him and she could tell by the way they would look at her that he had told them all about it. He even asked for her number a few times and seemed really determined to take her out for a drink. It was such a turn on knowing that this stranger had seen my girlfriend completely nude and would get to remember that every time he saw her at work.