Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Our holiday in the South of France was a bit different to what you would expect.



Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair Salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie (one of the girls that I work with) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could come with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

(For those of you that haven't read my Journal, or the story of 'Debbie's Pussy Power', I should tell you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked young women around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgies; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at home naked, and when my close friends come to visit, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden.)

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 minutes of Debbie being extra nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her naked (probably soaking wet) pussy onto his dick. (Jon usually strips-off when he gets home as well). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl voice and asked him. At first Jon just said, "Hmmm." After a long pause Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said, "That won't make any difference girl, you know that I have more than enough pussy waiting for me any time that I want it." Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence Jon said, "Okay then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money." "Anything, absolutely anything." Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's pussy juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was, "Don't I always?" To be fair, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 weeks later, Debbie drove me home and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really have much luggage, Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned — 2 pairs of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps (well Jon's originally) and dumped all her bras and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and drove down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and myself slept for the first few hours that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the motorway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a short thin dress on (and shoes). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great view of her backside when the wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said, "Right, this is where it starts, dresses of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going." Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick glimpse of her, my dress was already up round my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the fresh, warm French air on her nipples. "Do you want to drive?" I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the back.

Driving on the 'wrong' side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did 'cut-up' a couple of cars at first. One man was shaking a fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her tits. "That shut him up," she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next rest area. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said, "Let me." Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was full Debbie got back in and said to me, "You go and pay then." I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said, "I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there." He shook his head to tell me to look over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to climb over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can drive and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the motorway, then down the N9 until we came to a small town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find someone there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to take our clothes off again. He said that there was a rule that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the property. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the middle of nowhere so that was fine by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the wrong place. The cottage we wanted was another half mile down the road. The poor old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her backside as she walked.

We eventually found the right place. It was fantastic. Four bedrooms, it's own little swimming pool in a small back garden, and no other building in sight.

We had a quick look round then took our luggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of food and wine. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, drink and enjoy the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last time that he was going to get the food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one hand on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingers into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoes on (Jon said that shoes don't count), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a path through it when we heard voices. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a dozen teenagers about 15 or 16. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a minute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverbank before they saw us. They stopped and starred at us. I don't know if it was the surprise of seeing anyone there, or the fact that all 3 of us were naked, or that there wasn't a pubic hair on any of us; but we were right in the water before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that water cold, my nipples were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the water long and we lay on the grass in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right past us to their clothes. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my knees and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the bushes. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was glad of the dip in 'our' pool when we got back. Having said that it was great being able to walk through the countryside naked without having to worry about people getting upset because we had no clothes on. It was so relaxing and 'natural'. The fresh warm air helped as well.

Back at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine (or two) and had a very relaxing afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the stars, Debbie got up and bent down next to Jon. She got hold of his dick and said, "Do I get any of that then?" "Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my pussy is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her, "If you can get it hard you can have it." She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs wide I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her pussy and his balls. They both came without even moving.

That night I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoon position.

Monday

Jon decided that we were going to the beach. I hadn't realised that we were that close to the Mediterranean Sea. Anyway, Jon told me to pack some food, wine and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any clothes, not even swimsuits (I was a bit disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new 'sling' swimsuit in public).

It took us about an hour to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car park on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only man-made objects that we had with us were the car keys, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of people on it. Most were naked. We walked west (or so Jon said), and we came to a place with lots of hotels. By then there were lots and lots of people, all of them naked. We walked right into the 'village'. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an amazing place, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, people doing everything that happens in a 'normal' village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The words 'shy' and 'embarrassed' aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never new such places existed and she was amazed by the whole scale of things. I was a bit, there must have been a couple of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last there.

I really enjoyed sitting outside the cafés, eating and drinking whilst naked. Everything was just so 'natural'.

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A number of other naked people came and went. We weren't the only ones who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a number of couples (every combination of sexes) making out, some in the small sand dunes, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got dark we headed back and drove back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently bent me forward to have a look to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the pain get less I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my white lycra bikini top (more suitable for a 10-year-old) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrap around little skirt that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches (usually on my right hip) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very short (14 inch), tight skirt. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her breasts and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and pussy on display, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our outfits and we set off. We parked at the side of the road and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor. Poor man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due respect to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelves. The cold of the freezers really had an effect on my nipples. Debbie and me were almost having a competition to see how we could shock someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft statement, of course we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she 'handled' a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to catch him. I don't think that us running would have given their security anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe one place...

We did find one clothes shop that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better look. The sales assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must have thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are!

Debbie was the first to wake the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over (at the waist) to pick it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said, "Sorry." The girl never said anything; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my loose fitting bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the other side I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said, "We" and pointed to the back.

The changing room was nothing more than a room about 10 feet square with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to cover my body. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked front. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs it got stuck and she motioned me to take it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the door with my legs wide open. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dresses. She said something to the girl and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a dress over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said, "I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed," looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like he dress and taken it off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the dress that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The girl looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and find something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and me were looking at other dresses in full view of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 small triangles on my breasts, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another dress and went back to the changing room. Jon was still talking to the girl who hadn't a clue what he was on about; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said, "You'd look good in this one." Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the girl a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said, "Yes, you're probably right," and to the girl, "can I try it on please?" He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to reveal a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his body, his semi became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it fall. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big tent in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. Her eyes were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hand on my pussy (neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on) but Jon said, "self satisfaction only girls," so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last long and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.

The girl stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her right hand started on her pussy (she wasn't wearing any knickers). No sooner that she'd started the doorbell rang. She swore (I think), and went out. We dressed in our own clothes and went out. She stopped talking to the new customer and stared at us as we left.

We left one very frustrated girl in that shop. I'm sure she must have gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the back seat on her hands and knees. What a sight we must have been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened; firstly I dropped one of those French stick breads and didn't even realise. John told me to pick up the 'arm pit bread' and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said, "How do most of the French people carry their bread home? Have a look round next time were out." The second thing that happened was that I forgot to take my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was (I admit it) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankles, which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to give me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

Debbie watched all this and then said to me, "I don't know why you put up with Jon doing that?" I replied, "Two reasons, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it." Debbie said, "Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it." "You just don't know what you're missing girl!" I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said, "One day — maybe."

That night we walked further down the road until we came to that little village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton 'A' skirt (Jon's choice, probably because it was windy). Debbie also wore a thin cotton 'A' skirt and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the place and doubled its customer count. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare stomachs. The light wasn't that good, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to strip off and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a good job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

Jon wanted to get a good nights sleep that night so I slept with Debbie. After a long lesbian (I suppose) session we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very happy and sexy, to find Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to return the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, sunny morning and I set out the food on the table out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couple of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bend over and touch my ankles. He then said, "I thought so, you've cum this morning haven't you?" Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said, "Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me." "Right then, get me hard then sit on my lap." I didn't need any more of an invitation; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his dick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, "Already, I'm jealous," and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a long slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very relaxing day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's visit there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd wear hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as normal as both Debbie and me had to keep stopping either to avoid having an orgasm there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my pussies were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some reason I expected to not feel the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

The only article of clothing that we took with us (and it wasn't really clothing) was a towel each. I hate to think what would have happened if we'd been stopped by the police, or had an accident.

That night was spent eating and drinking wine outside the back of the cottage.

I wish more days were as pleasant, relaxing and stimulating as that one.

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a public swimming pool. He decided that the best place to find one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and me put on little skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure centre in Marseille.

The first thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate areas for men and women. There were also areas on benches with clothes hooks as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in full view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an area where a group of teenage boys were getting changed and told us to, "Get em off!" Some of the boys had already seen us and were looking at us as we put our bags down.

Debbie had taken my white lycra swimsuit to wear, and I'd taken my new white lyrca 'sling' swimsuit (John likes white lycra, especially when it gets wet). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The 'big' swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your head through then let it fall down your front. You then straighten the front out and then push the lower bits through your legs and grab the cords that then come round your waist to fasten near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a thin strap round the back of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a deep 'V' going over your pussy, still in two pieces that are only about an inch wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the back part about half an inch apart just where your arse hole is. The back is like a full, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the front as two thin tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front part. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

The 'sling' has even less material. It comprises of 2 front bits that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top part of a triangle that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible part of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either side of my pussy and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass crack. The 2 cords then part company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulders to join to the top of breast bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in place, but the 'sling' one is virtually impossible. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what little flesh that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went quiet and I felt my juices flow. That familiar tingling in my pussy was making me feel good.

I turned round with my back to the teenagers and bent over. They got a great view of my ass and pussy as I spent ages 'looking' for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to make it easy to fasten it round her waist. She made sure that her legs were wide open as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girl about my age who was getting a good eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a pair of his fine mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the pool. There were lots of people there, and many of women were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't look that much out of place. The French are much more liberal than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swimming pools.

Going up (and down) the slides was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few times I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to make sure that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the bottom, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of funny looks, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid special attention to the interesting bits. I have to confess to 'tweaking' my nipples a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a couple of the lads jaws drop. I did notice a couple of bulges in the teenager's trunks, and when I stared at one of the lads, his face went bright red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and drinking by the pool before going to bed. Jon fucked me that night.

Friday

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to stay there for the 2 weeks, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the coast road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raphael where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journey might have only been about 100 miles, but it took hours. By the time we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a good job that we'd taken the food that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even more remote and bigger than the first one. The back garden was massive with grass hills to one side and a big wood to the other.

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