A few years ago, my wife and I visited a beautiful nudist beach each day while we were on holiday at a Greek island. She had taken me there before fairly early on in our relationship in the late nineties because she'd been years earlier with her ex and loved the place.
The beach had hardly changed, except in earlier times nudists mixed freely with non-nudists across the whole shoreline. I must admit that I had got a bit of a buzz from us both being naked alongside people who stayed covered up. It gave me sense of superiority over the ones who were too shy or too prudish to take off their swimsuits. As time passed, the nudists gradually became confined to only one end of the beach.
On our most recent visit, my wife said to me that we appeared to be the odd ones out as the only couple there who still had pubes. I hadn't realised it before, but she was dead right. Almost everybody on the beach was completely shaved down there. It wasn't like that in the old days.
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