Sensitivehead
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I've just spent a few days at the Village Naturiste, at Cap D'Agde in southern France, on the Mediteranean coast and thought I'd share a little of the experience.
For those of us who are inclined to nudity, the Village Naturiste is wonderful. It is actually a small village, with shops, bars and restaurants. There are hundreds of apartments and a couple of hotels, and quite a number of people live there. Although I've visited a number of nude beaches before, and spend as much time as possible nude in my home, I've experienced nothing like this place. Shopping in a supermarket, having a beer in a bar, sending a letter at the post-office, reading the newspaper in a cafe over breakfast: it's all done nude (if you want).
At first it is very disconcerting - like those dreams you have as a kid where you're suddenly unclothed in front of your schoolfriends. And of course if the weather turns slightly cooler, so that almost everyone else is clothed except you, it feels even more crazy! But wonderful if you have a slight tinge of the exhibitionist in your make-up.
It's obvious from the outrageously revealing costumes on the ladies, as they head for the bars and clubs come evening time, that there is a strong swinger's scene here, in parallel with the straight nudist influence. I'm not a swinger, but that's fine, I just stayed away from those venues at night.
Let me tell you about a most outrageously enjoyable crazy experience just before I had to leave. I went for my last naked stroll and was idly perusing the notice of prices and times for massage in the window of one of the shops. The thought of a massage was enough in itslf to cause a minor stir in my cock. Nothing major, just a delightful frisson. Suddenly I became aware that someone was standing in the shop doorway and raised my eyes to be greeted by the sight of a gorgeous, scantily clad brown-skinned girl of about 20. She smiled at me, and asked in French if I would like a massage. Well, didn't this cause a riot in the nether regions, so that within a couple of seconds, as I was explaining regretfully to this angel that I actually had to get dressed and leave in 10 minutes, my cock rose to attention.
So there I am, out in the street, wearing nothing but my spectacles and sandals, cock at full mast, with this sweet little honey smiling charmingly at me. I had to walk away, and fortunately no-one else was around as public displays like this are not cool (unless you're in the swingers' bars with your gal). But long after my cock had gone down, I rued the timing just as much as I savoured the memory of the experience. And this is not a story I made up for Literotica, it happened.
The Village Naturiste is highly recommended for anyone who enjoys nudity and/or swinging!
For those of us who are inclined to nudity, the Village Naturiste is wonderful. It is actually a small village, with shops, bars and restaurants. There are hundreds of apartments and a couple of hotels, and quite a number of people live there. Although I've visited a number of nude beaches before, and spend as much time as possible nude in my home, I've experienced nothing like this place. Shopping in a supermarket, having a beer in a bar, sending a letter at the post-office, reading the newspaper in a cafe over breakfast: it's all done nude (if you want).
At first it is very disconcerting - like those dreams you have as a kid where you're suddenly unclothed in front of your schoolfriends. And of course if the weather turns slightly cooler, so that almost everyone else is clothed except you, it feels even more crazy! But wonderful if you have a slight tinge of the exhibitionist in your make-up.
It's obvious from the outrageously revealing costumes on the ladies, as they head for the bars and clubs come evening time, that there is a strong swinger's scene here, in parallel with the straight nudist influence. I'm not a swinger, but that's fine, I just stayed away from those venues at night.
Let me tell you about a most outrageously enjoyable crazy experience just before I had to leave. I went for my last naked stroll and was idly perusing the notice of prices and times for massage in the window of one of the shops. The thought of a massage was enough in itslf to cause a minor stir in my cock. Nothing major, just a delightful frisson. Suddenly I became aware that someone was standing in the shop doorway and raised my eyes to be greeted by the sight of a gorgeous, scantily clad brown-skinned girl of about 20. She smiled at me, and asked in French if I would like a massage. Well, didn't this cause a riot in the nether regions, so that within a couple of seconds, as I was explaining regretfully to this angel that I actually had to get dressed and leave in 10 minutes, my cock rose to attention.
So there I am, out in the street, wearing nothing but my spectacles and sandals, cock at full mast, with this sweet little honey smiling charmingly at me. I had to walk away, and fortunately no-one else was around as public displays like this are not cool (unless you're in the swingers' bars with your gal). But long after my cock had gone down, I rued the timing just as much as I savoured the memory of the experience. And this is not a story I made up for Literotica, it happened.
The Village Naturiste is highly recommended for anyone who enjoys nudity and/or swinging!
