Grace! That is/was her name! She, she what? She was talking to me with a pleading look written on her features. She was saying, "Rachel, look at me!"I...looked in the small mirror But Rachel was looking at me not at Grace. I smiled and Rachel smiled. I looked back at Grace and said, "She is pretty and I love her eyes and her smile."Grace got out of the car and opened my door. She took a firm grip of both my hands and guided me free from the car. She closed my door and took hold of my hand and. We trudged across the pebbles and looked for a place to set up. Karen said she’d select a spot that suited her and none of us had any reason not to follow her lead.We set ourselves up toward the back of the beach. For those who don’t know Brighton’s naturist beach it is simply a part of the beach that has had a mound of shingle raised at the back and a little down the sides. This mound shields you from view from the promenade but many clothed people choose to walk across the beach and voyeurs. But for some strange reason I started to think about facing her everyday at work if we fucked like I wanted to so I backed off and said that I think that it was not a good idea and had to go.Next day at work she came into my office and said to me you know that you could have done anything to me that you wanted last night. I said I felt funny working together knowing we had sex. She asked does it feel strange me sitting here knowing I was rubbing your cock and you playing with my tits. I said no. I wanted so much for everything to go right on this date."Hey handsome. You are looking very good tonight." Well, you are sure beautiful. Really, you are. Gorgeous. I mean it Sue, truly you are."His stare was one of lust and desire. I felt a light blush go over my body as I realized that I was secretly enjoying his lustful staring. He was the only man I wanted doing that from now on."Oh yeah... I love it when you talk that way about me handsome. Don't ever stop."We walked in, arm in arm. I felt.