My partner and I planned to spend a day walking in the country park which runs along the coast from Hastings

(Sussex, England) to Petts Level where there is a shore with the remains of a petrified woods.
Knowing that would not have the capacity to resist paddling in the sea when we reached the shore I ‘d packed towels in a rucksack together with our lunch.
Practically as soon as we approached Hastings in our car the sun came out as though to make a mockery of the weather forecast of a warm but cloudy day. We’d walked far before it was really quite hot. There are coves at the bottom of the cliffs but we generally avoided the steep rise essential to reach them (they are now inaccessible as coastal erosion has made the cliffs dangerous). Nevertheless my wife could see the sea and wanted to reach it! We followed a path which appeared to be leading in the right course and this brought us to the top of a wooden stairway. However there was a sign which warned that on the seashores one might see naturists … My wife said it was a shame to turn back now.
Fully being a hot day there was rather several folks already in the cove. One end was clearly a suntrap and was crowded – chiefly with naturists as far as we could tell from a distance. We made our approach to a less crowded part and put down our towels to make the pebbles more comfy to sit on while we ate our lunch. I took off my teeshirt and my wife studied the beach. She said it was a pity we’d come unprepared but did I believe her knickers would look like a bikini. I said that her knickers would likely pass but I wasn’t sure about her bra. She agreed and promptly took off her skirt. After pausing she subsequently took off her blouse and her bra. On vacation in France she’d often gone topless so this was not especially surprising. I don’t usually wear anything under short pants so I asked her if she minded if took off my shorts since it was so hot, She said that was OK so we sat and ate our lunch with me nude and her wearing just her knickers.
After lunch my wife started to get restless. The sea was calling … It was noticeable that at our end of the beach rather plenty of women who sunbathed topless put on their tops to walk to the ocean to swim; equally men and women who were sunbathing nude replaced their costumes before walking to the ocean. My wife then took off her knickers and inquired if fucking on the beach liked to go in for a swim. She said she’d need to maintain her knickers dry as she could not walk back up the staircase in a skirt without wearing knickers. Walking down that beach hand in hand with my lovely nude wife is just one of my happiest and proudest memories. After swimming we sunbathed some more and then after another swim it was time to carry on our walk. That was our first visit to a clothing optional beach.
We had previously seen on a few occasions a hot tub with a sauna where costumes were not worn so this wasn’t a case of the very first time naked in public but it was the first-time outdoors. Since then we have visited French clothing optional beaches but my wife prefers to put on a bikini (or at least the underside) while I generally go bare. On one occasion we’d gone out on a dreary day and been surprised when it turned hot and again my wife had stripped happily as it was the only way she’d have the ability to swim. I do not comprehend why she prefers to wear a costume but I cherish the memory of that day in Fairlight Cove.