Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 Nudist beach

I was woken by Bob on the room phone. "Hey sleepyhead; how do you fancy a nudist beach picnic?" He sounded indecently cheery.

By the time I got to the lobby, Bob xxx and the children were waiting. They looked me up and down. "You did get that we are going to a beach, didn't you," Bob said. I guessed that a shirt, slacks and shoes were not really appropriate. He did get me a coffee while I nipped back to my room to change into shorts and a floral shirt that someone had bought me as a present.

"I've got a hire car coming," Bob said. I was still drinking my coffee when we squeezed into the little Fiat he had hired. Naturally I ended up in the middle of the back seat, with Molly, who was wearing a skirt, T-shirt and flip-flops on one side and Harry, in shorts on the other.

Molly tugged at me to listen to a whisper. "I don't got any panties on," she whispered with a giggle; then she lifted her skirt to demonstrate.