“I’m really looking forward to this holiday. Hopefully, all the paperwork will be sorted before we go and we can just sign on the dotted line.”

“Yeah, hope so.” Berni didn’t sound half as enthusiastic as she had been and I wondered if everything was ok.

“What’s the matter, having second thoughts about buying the place?”

“No it’s not that, it’s just that…”

“What?”

“We’ll talk about it later, I’ve gotta go before I’m late for work.” And with that Berni left the house and left me wondering what the hell was going on.

Berni, short for Bernadette, and I had been together for over three years. I’m not sure about love at first sight, but very shortly after meeting, we both agreed that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. I moved into Berni’s one-bedroom apartment and we set about saving for a house and getting married. We were both twenty-five and I had just finished the ‘Knowledge,’ the intensive course of study that London taxi drivers have to undertake and pass before they are allowed to drive the traditional black London taxis. It had taken me three years of hard graft, learning and memorizing the name and location of virtually every street in London.

Berni worked as a civil servant and we reckoned that if we put our minds to it and I put in the hours my cab then we should have enough money in three years for a large deposit and a nice wedding. We came up with a plan; we would go out once a week, either to a movie or for a drink and we’d have one holiday a year. It suited us, we were very much in love and in lust, happy to spend our evenings cuddled up or shagging.

Our first holiday was to Portugal and it was amazing: nice hotel, great pool and a large sandy beach across the road. I’d been on a couple of sun holidays but that had been with mates, where the main emphasis was on getting pissed, behaving like twats and getting off with as many girls as possible. Berni had had similar holidays with her friends.  This was a quieter, more family-orientated hotel, although it was mainly couples as the schools were yet to break up.

On our first day at the pool, I was a little surprised when Berni immediately removed her bikini top. She must have seen the look on my face because she shook her shoulders, making her tits wobble.

“Stop it, people are looking.”

“I know, that’s the idea. Other women here are topless, do you have a problem with me being topless.”

“No.”

“Good, because these boobs are staying out till we go home.”

We were both fit and enjoyed the gym; Berni even considered becoming an instructor until she realized the money wasn’t great. Berni was pretty with small freckles on her nose and dark hair and eyes, a result of her Irish ancestry. She said her ancestors were gypsy’s which probably explained the fiery temper as well.  She was a toned five feet, five inches, with firm 34C boobs (I knew from doing the laundry occasionally) which looked big on her small frame.

I was the opposite, a big lump or a big galute as she christened me. I was six-two, broad-shouldered and built to do the manual work of my forebears, big arms and big shovel hands. We were both proud of our bodies and adored each other’s, both happily walking around our apartment butt naked. Being partially naked with other people was a new experience for me.

After removing her bikini top and putting me in my place, Berni stood up and looked around her before bending and searching for something in her beach bag. After retrieving the sun lotion she sat back down and asked me to rub some into her back.

I’d always been able to process my emotions quickly. My first date with Berni was an eye-opener; it was the first time I’d been out with someone who would actually turn men’s heads as she passed. Her skirt wasn’t too short but clung to her ass and I found myself turning to glare at men who were ogling her. Berni stopped me and explained that she’d always drawn attention from men and that if I couldn’t get use to it, I would drive us both mad. She said I was the only one she wanted and that I would have to get used to it and get my head around it. It took me only a few minutes to realize she was right, I also knew that I’d done my fair share of ogling in my time and that I thought there was nothing wrong with admiring someone. So it was beside the pool.

As I was rubbing oil into Berni’s back and she was sticking her chest out, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Yes, I love the feel of your hands.”

“Not the oil, all the eyes looking at you.”

Berni laughed, “I love it when I have sunglasses on and people don’t know I’m looking at them. I can see who’s gawking at me, who’s playing it cool in front of their wives and some who just smiled at me and went back to their books. Some men are adjusting their swim trunks and quite a few women are looking this way, some in disgust and some seem interested.”

“They probably fancy me.”

“Yeah, right!”

“Does it turn you on, people staring at you?”

“I like them staring but I don’t usually get turned on, whenever I was away with the girls I loved being topless, loved the feeling of the sun on me. I actually think it’s funny the effect these two lumps of fat have on people.” As she said this she cupped her boobs, making them bounce as she let go.

I finished with the oiling and Berni lay down on the lounger, “Do you want me to rub sun lotion into your two lumps of fat?”

“Piss off.”

The next day was even warmer and we went over to the beach, there were no loungers so we were laid on towels, on the sand.

“Fancy a swim?” I asked Berni.

“Not really, but we could go for a walk, dip our toes in the water. Actually, it’ll be a nice way of getting the sun our backs, better than laying face down in the sand.”

I stood up and was surprised at how busy the beach had gotten. I looked further down and the beach looked quieter and in the distance, there were kite surfers. “We could take all our gear and see what the beach is like down there?” I suggested.

“Yeah, why not.”

“Do you want your bikini top?”

Berni smiled, “No, why would I.”

I think everyone stares on a beach, particularly at the people walking along the water's edge, there’s very little else to look at. I was aware of all the eyes on us and tried to play my part by holding my stomach in as tight as possible and sticking my chest out. Berni took my hand, smiling. “You can breathe out now.”

As we walked along I forgot about anyone else, the sun beating down and the two of us just messing and talking, it was perfect. The crowds thinned out to almost nothing. “Should we stop here or keep going?” I asked.

“Let’s keep going, this is wonderful.”

About five hundred yards ahead was a large expanse of rock sticking out, almost reaching the sea. We decided to see what was on the other side of the rocks and then head back. As we reached the rocks we noticed a few signs sticking out of the sand. I presumed they would be to do with dangerous rocks or swimming. As we got closer I think we both said ‘oh’ at the same time. In multiple languages was a sign saying ‘Clothing optional beach, nude people after this point.’

We looked at each other, “Shall we?’ said Berni.

“No,” I said without much conviction.

She gently pulled me by the hand and we rounded the rock. It was a small beach, no more than a hundred yards long with golden sand and maybe fifty people on it. There seemed to be a bar in the middle with a car park above it. We took all this in before moving on. The first people we passed were two guys, both bollock naked. They greeted us with big smiles and “Hi.”

We smiled back and found ourselves almost walking on auto pilot towards the bar area. Some of the people we passed had bottoms on but most were naked, all smiling and saying hello. There was a mix of ages and sexes but even the older ones seemed in good shape like they took pride in their appearance.

As we got closer to the bar Berni asked me, “Should we get a drink before we lie down?”

“I think we’ll need one.”

There were a few people sitting in front of the bar, taking advantage of the shade. The barman was a middle-aged guy who I thought sounded German, He was tanned almost mahogany and seemed to flip between different languages at ease. He was wearing board shorts and I remember thinking ‘he probably needs somewhere to keep his opener.’

We both downed a beer whilst standing at the bar, thirsty after the walk. Marcus, as the barman introduced himself, was a talkative guy and soon gave us the low down on the beach. Very popular and overcrowded in the height of summer but grand the rest of the time. He said some locals came there at the weekends but it was mostly tourists who were into naturism. He said it wasn’t the best-known naturist beach but he thought it was the nicest. Even though he was looking at naked people all day I thought he paid particular attention to Berni’s boobs.

We got another beer to take away and found a spot to place our towels. Berni sat down and took off her bottoms, “Your turn.” She said to me.

“What if I get an erection?”

“For fuck sake Joe, with your big knob, it looks more pornographic when it’s trying to escape from your trunks. Besides I’ve already seen a couple of boners and nobody seems to take much notice.”

I leant over and kissed Berni before slipping my trunks off and laying back. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, Berni reached over and held my hand, repeating a few breathing exercises we’d learnt at yoga classes she’d dragged me to. The walk, the beer, the sun; I found myself nearly dosing off, it felt wonderful.  After a little while, Berni asked me how I was doing.

“Great, this is really nice; I think I need a pee though.”

“Me too, you go first and suss it out, then I’ll go.”

I didn’t really think about being naked until I stood up. Berni looked at me smiling before dropping her gaze to my dick, “That looks delicious.”

I hadn’t been aroused or turned on, but needing to go to the loo had made my dick bigger and heavy feeling. Not wanting to let Berni arouse me further I shook my head, called her a cow and made a point of having a big stretch and yawn. I walked to the bar and asked Marcus where the bathrooms were; he looked down at my dick before directing me around the back. Maybe he checks everyone out I thought.

It turned out there was only one bathroom, used by both sexes. It was busy when I got there and so I stood there naked, waiting. I was becoming a little self-conscious when eventually the door opened and a slim blond with the perkiest little tits I had ever seen walked out. She pulled a face and said something to me in German which I didn’t understand. I just smiled back and sort of shrugged my shoulders and mumbled something. Laughing, she said in almost perfect English. “Sorry I thought you were German, you look German.”

“English I’m afraid.”

With a mischievous smile, she said, “Nice to meet you, Mr English, I’m Steff.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “Nice to meet you, Steff, I’m Joe.”

She walked past me laughing, “Bye Joe.”

This was surreal, I’d just been standing naked outside a toilet talking to a gorgeous, friendly, naked woman. I loved it. Whilst I was peeing I was wondering should I tell Berni: I didn’t think it would be a problem but was trying to work out how to phrase it. I needn’t have worried.

As I left the bar area I saw Steff and an equally blond young man standing over Berni, talking. Berni was sat up, resting on her elbows and they all seemed to be laughing.

“Trust you, Joe,” Berni said as I approached.

“What?”

“Steff said your eyes nearly popped out of your head when she came out of the toilet.”

“I was actually telling you off in German for staring, but when I realized you were English I knew you couldn’t help it.” “I also thought it was cute when you went red, also very English.”

I didn’t know what to say so joined in with their laughter.

“And this is Edgar, Steff’s brother.” Berni explained as she stood up “They’ve invited us to their villa for a bit of lunch.”

“It’s only five minutes drive.” As Edgar said this he shook my hand, smiling but squeezing hard. He was a slim dude with straggly hair, rocking the surfer look. I was a bit confused, was he being friendly or assy. (After meeting more Germans I found they all seem to squeeze as hard as they can when they shake.)

As this was going through my head Berni said “I’ll just go for a piddle first.” All our eyes followed her ass as she walked to the loo, maybe it was ok to stare sometimes.

“Piddle?” Steff asked me. I laughed, “Piddle, tiddle, widdle. All English words for peeing or urinating.”

Steff just smiled and nodded. Berni returned and looked radiant, smiling as widely as she could, “I love this beach and I love being naked.”

It was infectious, we were all smiling and in great spirits as we collected our things and headed to their small car. Edgar was driving and explained that we would have to put on some clothes for the short journey, “It isn’t against the law but they still might not be happy if they stop you.”

I had my trunks and a t-shirt whilst Berni just wrapped herself in the wrap she had worn to the beach, “No point in putting on a bikini just to take it off again,” she explained to more smiles. This was the early nineties and I’d never seen a thong bikini before but that was what Steff had, a string up her ass and a little patch in front. She didn’t bother with a top, just putting on a t-shirt that only covered half her ass; it was some sight. Edgar had board shorts, which was what I was expecting.

They had a villa that belonged to Steff’s parents; it was in a compound of a dozen or so identical villas with a large communal pool. All the accommodation seemed to be on ground level with a roof terrace on the first floor which was each villas outside area. Steff took us up to the terrace whilst Edgar went to the kitchen to fix lunch. The terrace seemed huge; there was a large table, a BBQ, and numerous recliners and soft chairs. There was also a covered area with cupboards, one of which turned out to be a fridge that Steff took four beers out of.

“This is incredible.” Said Berni.

“Thank you. We’re very lucky. I’ve been coming here since I was twelve, over ten years now.”

 “Do you get to spend much time here?” I asked.

“For the last few years whilst I’ve been at college I’ve spent the whole summer here. My parents get down for about a month. Believe it or not, it can get quite boring which is why it’s lovely to meet new people like you.”

As Steff was saying this she pulled off her t-shirt and thong. Without hesitation, Berni removed her wrap and placed it on a chair. I was more nervous, aware that I had a semi hard-on and not sure what to do, looking at me Berni immediately knew what was going on.

“Don’t worry about it, just take your trunks off.”

Steff laughed. “It’s ok Mr English, it is natural and happens some time.”

Without much choice, I removed my shirt and trunks. Both the girls immediately stared down at my dick, definitely not helping the matter. Steff was the first to speak.

“See, doesn’t that feel better and besides, nice things shouldn’t be kept under wraps.”

This was weird, no one other than a girlfriend had ever commented on my dick before.

“It is a nice thing.” Said Berni laughing before turning to Steff and complimenting her on her excellent English.

“Thank you; I’m studying English and Business at university.”

Thankfully Edgar arrived with lunch, four tuna salads. I took the opportunity to sit down at the table and hide. Steff opened a bottle of white wine to go with the salads, at this rate we were going to be pissed.

The food was lovely and fresh and Steff and Edgar were great company, the drink and the chat flowed.

Edgar explained he was only there for two more days before returning to work in Germany, although he hoped to get down again later in the summer. Steff said her parents would be down in about a month and that her boyfriend and some other friends would pop down at various times.

“It sounds wonderful, but don’t you get bored when you’re on your own?” I asked.

“A little, but I get to catch up on my studies.”

We explained a little about ourselves and what we did.

“Ah, the famous London cabby, ‘I had that Michael Caine in the back of my cab once’.” Steff said this in a very passable cockney accent, mimicking the stereotypical London cabbie, causing us all to crease up with laughter.

“Who’s for more wine?” Edgar had actually opened the bottle before he said this.

“We’ll be pissed,” said Berni, smiling and holding her glass out.

“So what, you can get a taxi later.”

We explained that this was our first time in that part of Portugal and explained how we ended up on the nude beach.

“Did you enjoy it?” “Loved it!” said Berni. I said that once I relaxed I really liked it as well.

“Have you always been nudists?” I asked.

“Yes. It’s very common in Germany; we have lots of nude spas and saunas where families and singles can go. It’s nearly part of our culture. Most of these villas are owned by German’s and most of the people who use that beach seem to be German, with a few Dutch also.”

Emboldened by the drink I carried on asking questions. “So tell me about staring, I’ve seen you both staring at mine and Berni’s bodies and Markus did also, but you were annoyed with me for staring at you.”

Steff laughed, “That’s because it was outside the toilet.” I sort of understood.

“Back home in the spas and saunas nudity is not seen as a sexual thing, although obviously sex does sometimes happen. It is ok to stare and admire someone for a little while, in fact, I’m disappointed if someone doesn’t stare at me.” Steff’s English was slipping a little and I wondered if the drink was kicking in.

“I’ll show you.” With this she stood up and went to the other side of the terrace, walking slowly and a little unsteadily back to us. We all just stared at her. “It is ok to look at my body for a few moments but not for too long.” We just nodded.

“I’m not standing up for a few minutes,” I said, thankfully Steff and Edgar understood my humour and laughed along with us.

“What about getting aroused,” I asked. It was Edgar's turn to answer.

“Well, both men and women get aroused but obviously it’s more obvious with men. Everyone accepts this. It is important to not to be too blatant, you mustn’t go swinging it around or sticking it in people’s faces.”

“Or frightening children,” Steff added, to more laughter.

We stayed for a while longer before leaving and promising to see them on the beach the next day. Back at the hotel, we were both high on the day’s events and the alcohol.

“That was fucking brilliant,” Berni said as she undid her wrap, “I love being naked and I love people seeing me naked.”

I pulled her to me, making sure she knew how turned on I was.

“Take your trunks off and let me see your dong; every time you stood up it seemed to be getting bigger, I think you fancied Steff or maybe Edgar.”

“Piss off.”

“Did you fancy her?”

“No, not really; I loved her perky little tits, especially once I had permission to stare.” We both laughed at this. “I loved the way they were so relaxed and confident. Did you fancy either of them?”

“No, you’re the only one I want to shag, although it might be fun being watched when we do it.” Whilst I was taking all this in, Berni got into a fit of giggles.

“What?”

“Shall I let you into a little secret?” I nodded.

“When you were sat in the front talking to the taxi driver I was sat in the back giving him an eyeful, I lifted my wrap and showed him my cunt in the mirror.”

I didn’t know what to say, although I knew I was smiling. “I know I’m drunk but it felt wonderful showing him my wet pussy.”

“No one ever does that in my cab,” I said, smiling more. “Show me how wet you are.”

Berni lay down on the bed and lifted her legs, bending at the knee. “Play with it,” I told her.

She slipped one finger into herself, gasping. She removed it and showed me how wet she was. I took off my clothes and was about to join her when she stopped me, “Just watch me and tell me what to do.” I’d watched Berni masturbate a few times but it wasn’t a big part of our sex lives; but as she tweaked her clit, it felt electric.

“Put two fingers in, play with your tits.” Her fingers slid in easily and she was soon frigging herself hard, groaning and wriggling as she at first massaged her boobs and then began pulling hard at her nipple, much harder than I had ever done.

I was loving this and was struggling not to jump on top of her, I was feeling bold and a bit wicked as I told her to put all her fingers inside herself. I’d seen in it porno but never thought I’d see it in real life. Berni went from two fingers to her whole fist in one go, struggling a bit at the knuckles. She seemed completely lost in her own world as the groaning got louder and her breathing shallower.

“Stop!”

She slowed a bit but really wasn’t with me. “Stop!” I said it a bit firmer and Berni slowly removed her fist, making a delicious slurping sound as she did so. She looked at me through glassy eyes, a hurt and confused expression on her face. If I didn’t continue quickly I would lose her.

“Turn over and kneel up on all fours.” She did as she was told and as I spread her knees apart I was greeted with the most incredible sight, her tight cheeks spread and her gaping pussy and tight bud right in front of my face. I had intended to fuck her but instead slipped my thumb into her pussy, allowing my forefinger to massage her clit. As she started to squirm and push back on my hand I lowered my mouth and stuck my tongue into her ass hole, trying as hard as I could to prize open the tight sphincter. Berni continued to push back as I pushed forward, her whole body trembling as her orgasm shot through her.

We were a sweaty mess as we lay on the bed. No words were necessary as I cuddled her tightly; we had just shared the most incredible sexual experience of our lives and I felt Berni crying gently, I thought I understood and just held her tighter.

We both fell asleep and I awoke to Berni getting off the bed. “I’m just going to the loo,” she said.

“Careful there’s no Germans in there.”

After we were both freshened up we lay in bed, Berni’s head on my shoulder and her arm and leg over me, and my hand on her bum, my favorite position in the whole world. It was only 9 pm but we decided just to stay in bed. We talked about what an amazing day it had been and about the sex. Berni said that she’d always enjoyed our lovemaking but had wanted me to be more assertive and treat her rough sometimes for a long time. I said I wished I’d known as I’d loved doing it. We talked about all sorts of sex and agreed to tell each other what we wanted. We didn’t talk about sex with others or being watched and I put the afternoon conversation down to drink talking. As we were talking, Berni’s hands started to wander and we made incredible, loving, gentle love.

We were up early the next morning and Berni was full of beans, nearly jumping around with excitement. I cuddled and kissed her and as she squeezed my dick through my trunks she said, “We’d better bring extra sun lotion, don’t want you burning this.”

It was only eight in the morning and I thought we might have a quickie before breakfast but Bernie had other ideas. “Let’s go to breakfast and then the pool.”

“I thought we were going to the beach.”

“We will later, you’ll see.”

We were one of the first at the pool, just a couple of older couples there before us. Bernie made a point of saying hi to everyone before settling down on our sunbeds and removing her top. I was already sitting down and was watching people from behind my sunglasses, she certainly had their attention. She rolled her bottoms as small as she could, “I wish I could take these off.”

‘Well, you can’t.”

“They seem like nice people, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Berni just giggled and lay down.

Around eleven we decided to go to the beach; as we were gathering our stuff I handed Berni her bikini top. “Put it in the bag for me.”

“But you’ll need it for walking across the road.”

“No I won’t.” and with that she was off, through our hotel compound and across the road to the beach, getting lots of looks and a few hoots from motorists.

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Over the remaining two weeks of our holiday, we spent a lot of time with Steff, sunbathing, going out for meals and to clubs and became firm friends.

On our last full day, we were again on the beach, laid beside Steff.

“I don’t want to go home, this is heaven.” Said Berni. “The thoughts of going to work and wearing clothes all day drives me mad.”

“I know what you mean.” I agreed, “I think I might become the naked cabbie.”

“You must come down again in September before I go back to college. Stay at the villa”

We immediately agreed, so much for one holiday.

We did go back in September, even meeting her parents in passing, who seemed very nice, if a bit serious. We also went down three times the next year, twice to the hotel and once to the villa. We even tried nudist beaches in England but it was frigging cold and just didn’t have the same allure.

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This brings us back to the beginning of this story and Berni going to work without telling me what was upsetting her. Three months previously Steff had telephoned and said one of the other villas was up for sale as the couple who owned it were old and couldn’t travel so easily. If we were interested she could probably get us a good price as they were friends of her parents. Also, the other villa owners preferred to have people they knew a little about owning the villas

“I wonder how much they want for it,” Berni said.

“I imagine quite a lot. Would you be interested?”

“I would if we could afford it.”

“It would mean not buying a house here, at least not for a good while. And what about getting married?”

“Well you haven’t properly asked me yet and anyway if I’m honest I don’t care if we never get married as long as we’re together. I’m happy enough here. Maybe if we can afford it we can spend loads of time in Portugal; just get cheap flights and take off.”

“Sounds tempting, shall we ask her to find out how much they want?”

We did and although it was a lot, it was still good value. We arranged a meeting at the bank and within two weeks had an agreement for a mortgage. They charged a higher interest rate because it was abroad, but we could still afford it. All the money was now in place and we were signing contracts on Friday and flying out Sunday

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I was completely distracted as I got into my cab, it had been a big decision to commit to the place in Portugal and now I wasn’t sure how Berni felt. Mobiles weren’t as readily available as they are now so I didn’t have the option of phoning her, bar finding a payphone, and phoning her work. Not an option.

I trudged through my day, trying to concentrate and not crash. At six, a lot earlier than normal, I decided to call it a day, arriving home at the same time as Berni.

“Hi love, why are you home so early?”

“After this morning I thought we needed to talk.”

Berni looked at me blankly, “What happened this morning?”

I was a bit nonplussed by her response but managed, “You didn’t seem happy about buying the villa and I’ve been worrying about it all day.”

Berni copped on to what I was talking about, “No, no, it’s not that I’m not happy about the villa, I am. I think it’s brilliant and I can’t wait to go down there, it’s just that something else has happened.”

I couldn’t tell by her face where this was going and at the back of my head wondered whether she was just about to tell me she was pregnant, gulp, “What?”

“I’ve invited Becky and Sarah to come down with us next week.”

I didn’t know how to feel, relieved, angry, happy. “Why’d you do that, I thought it was going to be just us two, tidy the place up  and spend two weeks naked and shagging.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just that since Becky broke up with that prick Steve she’s been really down, I thought it’d cheer her up and Sarah is always good for a laugh.” As an afterthought, she said, “And besides, they’ve wanted to see you naked for ages.”

“Piss off.”

Becky was Berni’s best friend and Sarah wasn’t far behind. I had a bit of guilt about the whole thing, having introduced Becky to Steve, who was an old mate of mine. Berni was right, he was a prick and had treated Becky very badly, even getting violent on a couple of occasions. I’d sided with Becky and had even told Steve I’d smash his face in if he came near her again. This hadn’t gone down well with some of my other mates but I really didn’t give a shit. I was a bit put out by the whole thing but was happy that it wasn’t something more serious that was bothering Berni.

Part 2 coming right up.