Girls on the Nudist Beach

?I just hope we don?t see anyone we know,? says Kate as we settle down on the train at Victoria.?Don?t worry,? replies Jess, ?They?ll all be stuck indoors, wishing they were out here with us.?It?s a Thursday, and by rights we should all be studying like the good girls we aren?t; Kate at her History lectures; Jess at a Geography seminar; Lizzie swotting for a Chemistry practical; and me researching for my essay on the Lake Poets (yawn). It?s been a beautiful hot sunny week, and we?d agreed on Monday that if the weather stayed fine we?d go down to Brighton on Saturday; have a swim and top up our tans for summer. But then the forecast threatened colder weather by the weekend, and by Wednesday our plans looked set to go up in smoke. So we agreed to skip whatever lectures we had on Thursday and go down then instead. Luckily, none of us had any compulsory tutorials or anything like that, so it was just a case of catching up over the promised wet weekend. No problem.We all know each other from playing basketball. None of us are the greatest of players, but we?re good enough to play in the Hall team. Actually, Lizzie is pretty good; she?s hoping to make one of the main Uni teams next year. She?s small but really quick. But she says she enjoys the atmosphere in the Hall team ? more relaxed and fun, in her words.Our luck holds, and Thursday is bright and sunny. So we all meet just after nine o?clock and get the bus down to Victoria. To get the cheaper post-rush-hour fares, we have to wait until after ten. But the 10:06 train takes under an hour to get there, only stopping twice before Brighton, so we?ll be there just before eleven.We buy some picnic bits and pieces at the station, so we won?t have to waste any time when we get there, and make our way to Platform 15. The train is ready and waiting, and we manage to get a block of four seats to ourselves. The journey passes quickly, with the usual chatter about work, boyfriends, basketball and stuff, and we?re in Brighton before we know it.For those of you who?ve not been to Brighton before, the main railway station is at the top of a hill that leads pretty much straight down to the beach ? an easy walk (though not so much fun going home, when it?s all uphill). We can see the sea in front of us as we walk down, very inviting. Sound of seagulls, smell of salt water, all the usual seaside stuff.When we get there, it seems as if all of south-east England has had the same idea, and the shingle is already crowded with people. The tide is right in, which doesn?t exactly help.?We?ll just have to walk on until we can find a spot big enough for all of us,? says Kate.?Follow me,? says Lizzie, setting off in the direction of the Marina. ?It?s always quieter in this direction.? Sheep that we are, we follow her without demur. The small strip of istanbul travesti shingle not covered by the sea is covered with people all the way along, but Lizzie keeps on marching.?Where are you taking us, Lizzie?? moans Jess. ?We must be halfway to Hove by now.??Hove is in the other direction, honey,? says Lizzie. ?Perhaps you should have gone to that Geography seminar after all.?So Jess chases Lizzie down the promenade, trying to trip her up. We?re all giggling, being a bit silly. It?s fun. Before long, we?ve left the main seafront promenade behind.?It?s not so busy here,? I say.?Just there is where I usually go,? says Lizzie, pointing, ?just past those pebble banks.?It looks ok to me. As we get closer, we see a couple of signboards. And then it dawns on me where Lizzie has been leading us.?Hang on a minute, Lizzie,? I say, ?Isn?t that the ? err? nudist area??Lizzie tries to look innocent.?It?s where I usually come,? she admits. ?And it?s not compulsory to strip off completely. They just don?t mind if you do.??So do you?? asks Kate.?Usually,? says Lizzie. ?How do you think I get my amazing tan???Well, I can?t say I?d noticed it goes all over,? I say; which is a lie, because I have, in the changing rooms after basketball. She does look lovely.By this time, we?ve reached the big heaps of stones, which are obviously piled up to mark the boundary of the nudist beach and provide a bit of privacy for the sunbathers beyond. Sure enough, it is much less crowded the other side of the stones.?So come on girls, are you up for it?? says Lizzie.?Don?t you get a load of pervy guys, strutting around and ogling all the boobs and stuff?? worries Jess.?Honey, 99% of the guys here are gay,? says Lizzie, who seems very knowledgeable about the Brighton nudist scene. ?Most of them wouldn?t look twice at you if you stood over them with your legs wide open and diddled yourself.??Lizzie!? says Kate, trying to act shocked.?Well, it?s true.?By this time, we are well into the nudist area, and it has to be said that lots of the people are young guys, often in pairs. You can tell they must be gay because they?ve trimmed their public hair ? I?ve never met a normal English guy who does this. Quite a few older couples, who've presumably been doing this for years. But there are a fair number of girls too, single and in pairs, laid out on towels enjoying the sun. A few are wearing little bikinis; some are just topless; but most are completely nude. I try not to stare too much, but everyone looks very cool and relaxed. Certainly no-one takes much notice of us, standing around like a load of lemons, not sure what to do.?Well, I?m staying here,? says Lizzie firmly, dumping her bag on the shingle. ?And I?m stripping off.? She unbuttons her shirt, takes it off, and unclips her istanbul travesti lacy bra. I realise that, while the rest of us have been wearing our bikinis under her clothes, Lizzie is just in her normal undies ? so presumably she?d always planned it this way. She has small round breasts, with perky pink nipples. She removes her shorts and panties, revealing her shaven pussy.She stretches herself like a cat, her breasts flattening as she raises her arms above her head. ?Mmmm I feel so good,? she purrs. ?Just love the warmth of that sun on me!?I?m just in my bikini now, and the sight of Lizzie naked and relaxed is enough to decide me. Off comes the bikini top and down come my briefs. My legs are long and well-toned, and I?ve just got a little curl of hair at the top of my pubic mound. Mmm, it does feel nice to be naked in the open air. Kate is naked now too, bending over to tidy her stuff away and showing off her gorgeous round bum.?I think I may keep my bikini briefs on,? says Jess. She unties the straps of her top and releases her firm breasts. Hers are definitely the biggest out of all of us, but hardly any droop ? I?m a bit jealous to be honest. Mine are only 32b, but a nice shape.But then, seeing that the rest of us are already naked, she shrugs, ?Oh what the hell, why not?? and slips down her briefs too. Her pussy is neatly trimmed, and she has quite prominent labia ? perhaps that?s why she was a bit coy about getting totally naked. But she looks great to me.Now, obviously we?ve all seen each others? bodies before, getting changed for the showers after basketball. But it feels different when you know you?re going to stay naked; much more sexually charged. So we?re all glancing at each others bodies, comparing thighs, boobs and pubic regions. Then we have to go through all the business of putting on sun-cream, and that does make me feel a bit horny, rubbing it all over my breasts, bum, and pubic mound and seeing my friends do the same. We take it in turns to rub cream into each others? backs, and there is a bit of nervously sexy horseplay and chat. But soon enough we?re all creamed up, and we arrange ourselves in a row on our towels, me and Jess with books to pass the time, the other two just shutting their eyes and dozing.After we?ve been soaking up the rays for a while, a single girl (fully naked) near us comes over and asks if we can keep an eye on her clothes and bags while she goes for a swim. We put her stuff with ours until she gets back. ?Thanks so much,? she says, all pink and glowing after her swim. ?If you?d like to go in, I?ll do the same for you. It?s lovely once you?re in.?I?m quite warm now, so a swim does sound nice. So I rouse the others and we all tiptoe down to the sea over the pebbles. Kate and I plunge straight in, istanbul travesti while Jess and Lizzie bimble about in the shallows, just up to their knees.?It?s too cold!? moans Lizzie.?Stop fussing,? says Kate, splashing around on her back. ?It?s lovely once you get in ? really! You?ve just got to go for it.?Jess plunges in with a splosh, spluttering and gasping.?Come on, Lizzie!? she says, surfacing, her big boobs bouncing. ?It really is much better when you?re in?.She splashes Lizzie with water. I can?t help looking at the way the drops of water cling to Lizzie?s naked body.I?m still not quite sure why I do it, but I splash up out of the water and try to grab Lizzie.?Come on girl, you gotta get wet,? I say, and chase after her through the shallow water. She runs away from me, laughing. I grab her round the waist, feeling her smooth bare skin. She wriggles to get away, and somehow my hands find themselves grasping her little breasts. Her nipples suddenly go hard, and she lets out a little gasp, thrusting her body back against mine, pushing her bum into my crotch against my naked pussy. The result of this is that we both topple over into the water with an almighty splash. In the turmoil as we struggle to get our heads above water I feel her hands touching my bare breasts ? surely by accident? ? then brush over my pussy. I feel a tingle through my body; what?s that all about? As we come spluttering to the surface I find myself unable to stop looking at her little pink tits, water running off them.Lizzie is swimming away from me now to join Jess and Kate, who are laughing fit to burst.?See, that?s better isn?t it?? says Kate.?Guess so," smiles Lizzie. ?It?s just a bit colder than I?m used to. I don?t usually bother to swim when I come here.?It is fun, and we stay in for a while, laughing and splashing and having little swimming races (which Jess always wins, until we duck her under for being too good). The cold water is invigorating on my bare skin. It feels so good as I swim, flowing over my little boobs and round my pussy. We all come splashing out together, happy and relaxed, almost forgetting that we?re naked.After that, we?re hungry, so got out the food. We put it in a heap on the towels and sit round, sharing out the sandwiches and salady bits. Jess and Kate sit with their legs folded under them, their thighs shielding their little pussies. But Lizzie sits brazenly cross-legged opposite me, which has the effect of parting her outer labia slightly, just revealing the inner lips and pink interior of her slit. Why can?t I take my eyes off it? Oh heavens, I can feel myself starting to get wet. Is that a little bit of juice dribbling out of my pussy? Please God, I hope no-one notices. Maybe they'll think its just seawater glistening on my labia. We slap some more sun-cream on, laughing as we help each other to rub it on our backs again, and lie down to sunbathe some more. I begin to doze off, lulled to sleep by the lunch and the warm sun on my naked body. Time passes.Something makes me open my eyes. The first thing I see is Lizzie?s face, looking down at me.