It was a little breezy but warmer as he set off towards the west end of the beach. At the far end was a lone fisherman with a bucket of water and a few small fish in it, but nothing he shouldn’t have thrown back in.
Greg turned and walked back towards the east. There wasn’t a soul in sight to admire the crashing waves as they pounded the shore, reshaping the contours in the sand.
He came to the area where the houses, perched high on the cliff top, had their long, steep, private staircases that led down to locked gates at the beach level. Suddenly a little dust devil brought a sun hat swirling towards him. It flew way over his head and then landed, scurrying along the beach. Greg ran to rescue it before it was swallowed by the ocean.
He grasped it and turned back to see where it had come from, and there, running towards him was a young woman in a red bikini. She was moving awkwardly because she was carrying a heavy book in one hand, and her other was trying to cover her chest with a flapping bra. Greg realized that she must have been sunbathing topless and had quickly grabbed the other half of her bikini when she took off after her hat.
“Here,” he said, holding it out to her. She reached for it with her book hand, took the hat but dropped the book. She bent to pick it up showing Greg her bare back with her bra straps dangling on both sides. Quickly she stood up, but again dropped the book. This time Greg picked it up for her.
“I’ll hold it for you,” he said, indicating that he would walk back with her to her towel that he could see, spread out on the sand right up against the cliff.
“A true gentleman!” she remarked laughingly.
“Anything to help a damsel in distress!” he responded, and they fell into a light hearted conversation. Soon they both sat down, but after a few moments, Greg could see that the young woman was sitting self-consciously grasping her flimsy garment, unable to clasp it behind her back without exposing herself.
“Can I help you with that?” he asked, wondering if she could see him blush at his presumptuous question.
“Oh, would you?” she asked smilingly as she turned her back towards him.
Greg nervously took hold of her bra straps and tried to attach them, but failed miserably, fumbling several times.
“I’ll do it,” she declared and expertly handled the situation, but in so doing, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of one breast.
“Forgive my nakedness,” she remarked provocatively, “but I really prefer not to wear one of these things on the beach if I can help it.”
“I know what you mean,” responded Greg, “I wish this was one of those beaches.”
“One of those beaches?”
“You know what I mean? Have you ever been to Hawaii?
“Yes!”
“To Kauai?”
“No, never there.”
“Ah! There’s a beach there you might like. It’s called Secret Beach.”
“What’s the secret?”
“Topless.”
Greg didn’t want to sound too forward and tell her that the beach was in fact ‘clothing optional.’
“Oh, I see. Have you been there?”
“Oh yes, many times.”
“Then you’ve seen it all before. You won’t be shocked if I get comfortable.”
And with that, she calmly reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and tucked it into her bag. Her naked tits were firm and beautifully shaped, with broad aureolas and upright nipples. There were no pale sections to be seen anywhere on her evenly tanned body. She leaned back into the sun and they lapsed into silence. Her eyes were closed to the sun, but his stared ravenously at her gorgeous figure, his hands itching to stroke her perfect skin, and his balls tingling with excitement.
Slowly they resumed their conversation and it turned towards risqué topics. How many of the people who went down the steep path to Secret Beach went to ogle, they wondered, how many were exhibitionists, and what exactly were true naturists.
It wasn’t long before Greg confessed that Secret Beach was not just topless but in fact a totally nude beach, and the young woman - they still hadn’t introduced themselves to each other - sat up, lifted her hips off her towel and quickly wriggled out of her bikini bottom, brushing stray grains of sand away from her crevices.
“Why didn’t you tell me that before? I want an all over tan!”
Greg couldn’t say another word from that moment on.