[winston optic beer]

Following on from the story of the boy on the motorbike, my girlfriend and I made friends with an older couple of nudists. One weekend we went to meet them at a nudist campsite they recommended on the other side of the country. The nudists had unofficial access to the beach near by. However, this wasn’t strictly legal so they had to be careful not to offend other users of the beach, dog walkers and the like.

It happened that there was a prison nearby. On the day we were there, a prisoner had absconded. There were police and prison officers all over the beach and dunes. Some of the officers came to inform us of the escape and question us. They were very pleasant and never said anything about the fact that we were all naked.

I found it surreal that my girlfriend (in her twenties) and the much older woman were totally nude while they chatted with the friendly officers. The guys were the model of professionalism, although I did catch the younger ones surreptitiously checking out my girlfriend. I didn’t blame them for that as I knew, in their position that I wouldn’t been able to resist having a quick look either. She was well fit.

I could see she was flattered by the attention. I think it was a thrill for both of us. Probably, some of the officers, too.