This is the eighth episode in my story series "Fun, an Affair, then Who Knows Where."
In the last episode, Steph helped me get my new house set up and we enjoyed an erotic housewarming weekend. In this episode, I surprise Steph with a trip and we get to indulge our urges both outdoor and indoor.
Thank you for reading. Comments are helpful and welcome.
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Steph and I had continued to speak every few days after her spending the night and helping me organising my house. We'd decided that, if we could, we'd try and go somewhere for the day if the opportunity presented itself. What had been an unexpected, illicit, erogenous summer was soon to seep away into autumn.
We knew that, with the weather going, the chance of fishing trips would deplete and, with that, the opportunity to be together as lovers, which we already found suited us both very well.
As it turned out, a month after the house weekend, Pete went off on yet another of his beer fishing trips so I thought I'd surprise Steph. We spoke after he left.
"Listen, I'll meet you off the bus in town. Bring stuff to stay overnight and some sun lotion."
"Are you going to tell me what we're doing?"
"No, not yet. Dress for the sun and don't forget the lotion."
"OK, Andy. Exciting. Can't wait to see you."
Steph was eager to make the most of this so, come 9am on the Saturday, I pulled into the car park by the bus station to see that Steph was already there, waiting for me. She had a beautiful white flowery summer dress on I'd not seen before. Stretchy around her upper body, tied straps over her shoulders and a knee length flowing skirt and those ubiquitous white trainers.
"So, where are we going, Andy. Come on, tell."
"Well, it's a couple of hours drive and we're going to the coast."
"OK." I could almost feel Steph thinking. "Beach?"
"Yes."
"But you didn't ask me to bring a swimsuit or a bikini?"
"No. Well, and I admit I'm taking a chance on this, do you remember how much you said you enjoyed the sun on your back when you showed me your special place?"
"Yes...oh, hang on. I think I know where you're going."
"And where am I going, Steph?"
"Are you taking me to a nudist beach?"
"Yes, I am. Too much?"
"Oh, no. That's sounds lovely...and a bit sexy too."
"I was hoping you might like it. I'm not sure how secluded we would be from other people but I really enjoyed that afternoon too. The chance to be outdoors, naked, with you without having to worry about it, seemed a nice thing to do. I've got mats, towels, some food."
"And I'm still OK to stay with you after?"
"I'm really hoping you will."
"Try and stop me. Drive on, Andy."
A couple of hours later, we got to the regular beach at the coast. A café that looked like it had resisted well against whatever the coastal elements had thrown at it for a number of years, with a selection of the usual beach paraphernalia outside, guarded the entrance to the car park. Driving in, I spotted a little sign that directed us to "naturist beach parking".
A few minutes slow drive negotiating a mildly bumpy, grassy track led us to a further small gathering of cars by a natural small hill. We parked up, opened the car doors and took in where we were. Peaceful, with a wispy breeze, the sunlight was strong enough to maintain a good warmth.
I got out and walked around to Steph.
"Shall we?" I took her hand as she stood up. She glanced at me and smiled. I found her more beautiful, more attractive, each time we managed to spend time together.
"Andy, already just with this," she squeezed my hand tight. "you have made my day...my week."
As it was a first time for both of us, we were unsure as to what we would see but, as we walked up the beach hand in hand, we began to understand how things were here.
There were the occasional groups of people and some alone, most nude, some still with shorts or bikini bottoms on.
It was a partly stony beach with patches of sand. The sun shone down, light bouncing off the ripples in the water which was sending gentle waves into the beach, lapping against the sand.
I took some comfort in most people showing the effects of summer on regular beaches as midriffs, breasts and groins normally under cover meant tan lines gave away the nature of their normal beachwear. We wouldn't stand out because nearly everyone was the same. If anything, it was the one or two couples where they had no sun tan marks that were notable. I wondered just how long they spent being naked to exhibit considerable unbroken tans -- unless, of course, they were fans of the local sun bed shop too!
We found a patch of sand further down, far enough away from the people on the beach that we felt like we had our own space. This wasn't difficult as the beach was not busy by any means. Where we were, some dunes topped with scattered grasses were just behind us. We took a moment to look around and, looking at each other, decided that it was time to commit. Mats and towels laid out, we were ready to go.
I took the lead. "Can I undress you, Steph?"
"Please do, although it won't take much to get there!"
I reached for the hem of her dress and lifted the skirt up, first revealing a pair of slim white panties and, peeling it up and over her head, exposing her naked upper half. She had some marks from the strapless bikini that she wore occasionally but some tint to her skin that suggested she'd been happy to lose her top in the small garden of the house occasionally too.
"Thank you, Andy. Would you like to help me out of these too?"
She pinged the wristband of her panties with a cheeky smile on her face. I got on one knee and slid them down. Steph stepped out of them and kicked her shoes off too.
