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Skinny Dipping in South of France
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Skinny Dipping in South of France The night was warm. Vicky and I were strolling back to our hotel. We had decided to spend a few days in the South of France to enjoy the sun, the good food, and the nightlife. We had been<b> clubbing </font></b>a bit that night and our cloths were sticking to our bodies. We passed by our hotel outdoor pool, and admired its calm water and listened to the silence: a striking difference with the activity during the day. Vicky glanced at me, smiling. What was she thinking? I didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Vicky’s slim fingers quickly worked the zip of her dress. It slipped silently to her feet, unveiling her nude curves. She wasn’t wearing any undies that night! “Come on, coward” she whispered. “The water is calling”. I felt her hardening nipples pressing against my shirt. I glanced up, at all these balconies above us. Are they all asleep? Is anybody watching us from the dark of their room? I must confess that the last thought excited me. I felt Vicky’s fingers freeing my manhood. Her fingers ran along it and soon I was up and straight, ready to conquer the world. That was it! I made my move and unbuttoned my shirt as quickly as I could, while kissing the lips of this wonderful and naughty woman who accepted to be my wife. She slipped into the water, while I was still fighting with my pants. Why can’t men wear skirts? This would make some business much easier. I watched her slim body cruising through the pool and hastened to join her. The water was indeed refreshing, cool but yet still warm from the day’s sun. I felt the water glide over my naked body, twirling around my erect mast. A few strokes later, I was with Vicky. Her skin was shinning under the starry night. Her breasts were hard, ripe for the sucking and picking. My hands ran over her soft, wet skin, caressing her thighs, her breasts, while she was smiling naughtily. I pressed my lips against hers, feeling her hard tits against my chest. My hand ran between her thighs, exploring her welcoming bush, while hers were working on my little me. Should I take her here, in the pool? Vicky was hot and would probably not have minded. My thoughts and desires were, however, stopped in their tracks. Vicky’s eyes suddenly widened and I turned my head to the hotel. “Crap, security!” I let go, as a large fellow in a uniform made his way to us. What are you supposed to do in such situations? Should we wait in the pool and pretend we had our swimming trucks on? Should we jump out, grab our cloths, and run away? Should Vicky offer him some affectionate compensation? Seconds seemed like hours, as the security guard approached. “Madam, sir. Nice evening for a dip indeed. Would you need any towels?” “Sure” I stammered.”How kind of you”. As the guard turned to fetch the towels, Vicky’s fingers made their way back to my little me, that was not so little by now. “Darling, I LOVE Cap d’Agde” she whispered. |
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You should definitely go. Gorgeous men and gorgeous women. It is a treat just to look around. This being a nude place, the action is in summer, starting May to September with most of the lifestyle crowd coming rather in August. Let us know if you need some tips. Big hugs.
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Oh, I so wanna go there. It's on my bucket list. Check out my profile or and become a "watcher" of my blog FMAOPLS,to learn more about me, and for intelligent, lively, smartassy and fun discussion, with a little irreverence thrown in. "Like" or comment on my photos, and I promise I'll add more. Thanks.
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