Chapter 43 - Will

My princess comes into the study where I am pottering about with some paperwork despite it being Saturday. I need to be more disciplined with my work life balance.

She hands me a cup of coffee. ‘It’s a lovely day outside. Let’s go out for the afternoon. I’ll make a picnic lunch for us. What do you think?’

I ponder for just a moment. Does this work really need doing now or can it wait? If I am honest with myself it can wait until Monday. ‘Why not. Where have you got in mind? The national park?’

‘I’m not going to answer that, I want it to be a surprise. It is a bit of a drive though, so we’d need to get going soon. How long do you need to finish here?’

‘About fifteen minutes,' I reply. 'I could be here all afternoon if I wanted, but hey, let’s go out.’

‘Great, I’ll go and make the lunch. You finish up here and go get dressed. Leave in half an hour?’

Sarah sets me a time limit which is good because I could carry on and on. This way I’ll focus on finishing work.

‘I'll be ready by then,' I reply. 'What should I wear since I don’t know where we are going?’

‘Shorts and t-shirt will be ideal,’ she replies with a smile.

We exchange a quick kiss and she leaves.

I review where I have got to with my work, and make some notes to remind me on Monday. I save the files and close down the computer.

Upstairs I find a nice t-shirt and some tailored shorts. I sometimes go commando when it’s hot and I’ve got shorts on, and as it's so hot today I don't bother with underwear.

I make it to the kitchen with a few minutes to spare, pleased to be ahead of schedule. A cool bag is on the counter together with another which is zipped up so I don’t know what’s inside. I won’t ask as it would spoil the surprise.

‘You ready?’ I ask her as she appears wearing a summer dress and sandals.

‘Yes. Can you take the bags to my car? No peeking now.’

‘I promise. I like your surprises, they’re nearly always good.’

I pick up the bags and put them in the trunk out of the sun. Sarah jumps in the driving seat and we head off into the unknown.
 
 
An hour later we are at the coast. We used to bring the kids here regularly during the holidays when they were little, they loved playing in the waves and on the sand.

But she doesn't turn into our usual car park, and we keep going. OK, maybe it’s not the beach we’re going to. What else is in the area?

Five minutes later Sarah turns into another car park and parks the car.

‘Grab the cool bag will you, we need to go for a little bit of a walk. I’ll take the other bag.’ Sarah clearly has a plan.

Taking the cool bag out I sling it over my shoulder. ‘You sure you’re OK with the other bag?’ I ask, always ready to help.

‘I’ll be fine thank you. If it gets too much I’ll let you know.’

We walk along the pathway towards the beach and the water. At the end of the pathway where the beach proper starts we turn to the right.

‘It’s about a five minute walk along the beach,’ Sarah informs me.

What, I wonder, is five minutes along the beach? The answer appears to be a derelict beach hut. As we reach it Sarah takes my hand in hers and looks at me.

'Let’s go just a bit further and make camp,' she says.

Now I am confused. We drive further than usual for the beach and then we then walk along the almost deserted beach. What is the surprise? A falling down hut?

‘Here should be good,’ Sarah says.

She puts the bag down and unzips it to reveal beach towels. She hands one to me and puts the other out on the sand. 

I put the cool bag down and arrange my towel next to hers. I look around and can see four other camps - a couple a little further on and close to the water’s edge; a single man towards the back of the beach; a woman in the middle of the beach who is not very far from us; and a group much further on. From this distance I can’t make out if this group are men or women.

‘Are you wondering why we are here and not at our usual beach?’ she asks?

‘Yes, I am,' I reply,  'I don’t see what the surprise is other than this is a different beach.'

‘Well, I did some research. Have you heard of a clothing optional beach?’

‘Yes of course,’ I answer. The reality of the surprise is dawning.

‘Past the hut back there this becomes a clothing optional beach. You can wear as much or as little as you choose.’

‘You want to strip off?’ I ask. With all the affirmation we are doing at home I'm usually the one who is naked. Perhaps Sarah wants to free herself of clothing for once.

‘No, I have my swimming costume on.’

She pulls her summer dress up over her head to reveal her swimwear - a one piece in navy blue. It was fairly modest without being prudish, enough revealed to show interest without giving everything away.

‘You don’t have your swimming trunks on do you?’ she asks me knowing that without telling me to put them on I wouldn’t have put them on.

‘You have three options', she continues, 'we sit here with you in your shorts; you swim and sun bake just in your underpants; or', she pauses, 'you wear your birthday suit and get an all over tan.’

'As your princess I can't make you do something you aren't willing to do. But if you are willing I would like my knight to be affirmed.'

'I didn't know we would be going to the beach', I reply, 'and I went commando today'.

'Oh, that makes it easier then - now you only have two choices', she replies with a sexy smile.

This is a bit of a shock as I've never been naked outside in public before. And me naked with her in her swimsuit will have me feeling very much her knight.

Also it's so hot that I'll want to take a swim later to cool down, and now this is skinny dipping or nothing.

'So you want me to lie besides you naked, affirmed, nude, exposed for all to see? Would it please you if I did this?'

Sarah nods enthusiastically. ‘I like seeing you naked at home, and doing this in public adds a nice twist.’

‘Of course there is a another option,' I reply with a serious experssion, 'we could go home.'

She looks crestfallen.

‘But I’ve made a picnic,’ she replies looking worried that her plan is about to fail.

I laugh, and in a couple of swift moves undo my shorts and slip them down to the sand. I step out of them, give them a shake and hand them to her to put in the bag.

Her face lights up again, and I slip off my t-shirt and give it to her.

I'm now standing up naked on the beach, while Sarah, in her swimsuit, is lying on her towel looking up at me and admiring the view.

‘So now I’m all exposed to the world and the sun what shall we do?’ I ask.

‘To start with you can apply sunscreen to my back and you might as well do my arms and legs as well.’ She hands me the bottle.

I kneel down behind her and apply a liberal coating to her back and neck. I coat her shoulder and arm, her other shoulder and arm.

‘Turn around please,’ I say and she shuffles around to face me.

I apply cream to her face and to her chest. I let my fingers slip under the edge of her swimsuit so that they are covering just a little of her breasts. In my opinion the whole of each breast needs to be coated, but I’m biased and love touching her breasts.

‘Would you please stand up so I can do your legs.’ She stands and more sunscreen is applied and rubbed into each leg.

‘Your turn,’ Sarah says. ‘Turn around.’

I pass her the bottle, she pushes my shoulder lightly to get me to turn around.

Sarah applies sunscreen to my neck and shoulders then each arm. My back is covered them my behind. She works down each leg reaching around to coat the front at the same time. I turn around for her to apply it to my face and chest. I’m looking forward to the final area to be protected, anticipation that is obvious to Sarah. She thoroughly applies it to my groin, desire and balls.

We sit next to each other on our towels. ‘Thank you for applying sunscreen to me. I wouldn’t want to get sun burn there.’

‘Definitely not,’ she says in agreement.

I am feeling a strange mix of emotions. At one level it feels quite normal, this is just a session of affirmation, something we do a few times a week. In another way I feel even more exposed because it’s not just Sarah who can see my nudity, it’s exhilarating and I’m apprehensive at the same time.

We eat the lunch Sarah made for us. I realize that I am becoming more relaxed about my public nudity and start to enjoy the feeling of liberation it offers.
 
 
We spend the afternoon sunbathing and swimming. Swimming naked is a new experience.

After a few hours I ask Sarah ‘Why don’t you take off you swimsuit?’

‘No thanks.' she replies. 'I’ll keep some things just for my knight.’

I like her answer. I like her naked, but I also like that she wants to keep something just for me.

At the end of the afternoon we have to leave the beach. Sarah slips her summer dress back on. My suggestion that I should remain affirmed is dismissed so I get dressed for the journey home.

‘Thank you for a wonderful afternoon.’ I say as we walk back to the car. ‘An excellent surprise.’

Sarah squeezes my hand, ‘I’m glad you enjoyed.’