Holiday in the South of France
Tuesday
A bit sore first thing, but it went away as I walked about getting
breakfast.
Went for a walk in the countryside around the cottage. All 3 of us naked.
The sun and the lack of people was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.
Wednesday
That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and take our swimsuits with
us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25
miles along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The
place and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was
obviously full of quite rich people - or people pretending to be rich.
After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we
would have a walk along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront
not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie
commented on the large number of women walking along the seafront in
their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and me should do the same.
We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of
course it was easiest to whip our dresses off and stand there naked
while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling swimsuit and Debbie
wore my other swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in
Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of
France.
One poor old man nearly crashed his car in the car park when he turned
the corner just as Debbie and me whipped our dresses off.
Walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very exposed, and
excited. At one point a policeman came up to Debbie and me. I thought
I was going to be arrested for exposure or something, but all he did was
give us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a
place where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.
That evening we had a meal at a very expensive restaurant. All through
the meal my dress up round my waist and the waiter could easily see
my pussy. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all
hundreds of times before, or he was gay.
