On Saturday my wife and I took a long walk around a bend to the far end of the nude beach. We walk nude and my wife carries a little bag with wallet, keys, and phones. Around the bend we were no longer protected from the rather strong cool wind that was blowing that day.
There as a group of three nude people walking near us in the same direction. When we got to the windy area, two from that group said they were cold and were going to turn around. My wife said, loudly enough that the three could hear, that she too was cold and that she thought maybe we should turn around as well.
The third guy in that group moved away from the other two as they turned around, and he came over next to us.
"Oh, no, let's keep going," he said to my wife and me.
"What do you say?" I asked my wife. I wanted to continue on. The scenery there is breath-taking.
"OK, let's keep walking."
The guy immediately struck up a conversation with us. He had a slight accent but I could not identify what might be his country of origin. He told us that this was his first visit to the beach, and in fact his first visit to this part of the country.
My wife and I described the various islands that were visible from shore, and we shared with him some historical information that he seemed to find interesting. We were walking in ankle-deep water from which a number of rocks protruded, so we were weaving among them in order not to trip. As a result, we were not walking consistently side by side, and our relative positions were constantly in flux. When he was near me, the guy seemed to move especially close and would brush against my hand and thigh with the back of his hand in a way that could almost pass as accidental.
[stay tuned]
There as a group of three nude people walking near us in the same direction. When we got to the windy area, two from that group said they were cold and were going to turn around. My wife said, loudly enough that the three could hear, that she too was cold and that she thought maybe we should turn around as well.
The third guy in that group moved away from the other two as they turned around, and he came over next to us.
"Oh, no, let's keep going," he said to my wife and me.
"What do you say?" I asked my wife. I wanted to continue on. The scenery there is breath-taking.
"OK, let's keep walking."
The guy immediately struck up a conversation with us. He had a slight accent but I could not identify what might be his country of origin. He told us that this was his first visit to the beach, and in fact his first visit to this part of the country.
My wife and I described the various islands that were visible from shore, and we shared with him some historical information that he seemed to find interesting. We were walking in ankle-deep water from which a number of rocks protruded, so we were weaving among them in order not to trip. As a result, we were not walking consistently side by side, and our relative positions were constantly in flux. When he was near me, the guy seemed to move especially close and would brush against my hand and thigh with the back of his hand in a way that could almost pass as accidental.
[stay tuned]