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ArishMell · 70-79, M
Not funny but odd, perhaps rather sad, really.
I used to visit an unofficlally clothes-optional beach not too far from home, and one late-afternoon there fell into conversation with a man on a grassy terrace just above and past the main part of the beach.
Both nude, we lolled on our towels a few feet apart, we did not touch each other, our conversation was all non-sexual. Then we heard a voice, male, just one.
Looking round an adjacent bush, we saw a young man standing a few yards from us, waffling away into his 'phone. We could hear him clearly, apparently complaining about a work colleague.
We thought him a voyeur pretending not to have seen us, as he stood there for a good quarter of an hour, his towel carefully wrapped round him like a sarong. Eventually he ended the call, and without any acknowledgement to us, stepped back down to the beach and continued further along it.
He returned past us shortly afterwards, probably from where the beach becomes obstructed by boulders fallen from the cliff, but did not look at us, just disappeared into the distance.
My companion and I looked at each other. "What was that all about?" "No idea".
We agreed he'd probably been hoping to see us up to no good, even be invited to join the fun - oh how disappointing for him!
I used to visit an unofficlally clothes-optional beach not too far from home, and one late-afternoon there fell into conversation with a man on a grassy terrace just above and past the main part of the beach.
Both nude, we lolled on our towels a few feet apart, we did not touch each other, our conversation was all non-sexual. Then we heard a voice, male, just one.
Looking round an adjacent bush, we saw a young man standing a few yards from us, waffling away into his 'phone. We could hear him clearly, apparently complaining about a work colleague.
We thought him a voyeur pretending not to have seen us, as he stood there for a good quarter of an hour, his towel carefully wrapped round him like a sarong. Eventually he ended the call, and without any acknowledgement to us, stepped back down to the beach and continued further along it.
He returned past us shortly afterwards, probably from where the beach becomes obstructed by boulders fallen from the cliff, but did not look at us, just disappeared into the distance.
My companion and I looked at each other. "What was that all about?" "No idea".
We agreed he'd probably been hoping to see us up to no good, even be invited to join the fun - oh how disappointing for him!
