My husband and were invited to some relatively new friend’s house for dinner one evening.
Over dinner they told us about their apartment in France and by the end of dinner had invited us to join them for a few days break in June.
We were delighted to accept and after we had committed ourselves they said “well, we had better let you know where it is, it is in a naturist site called Cap D’Adge.
My husband and I laughed it off and said it wouldn’t matter to us as we were both broad minded and anyway, we would probably keep our kit on if that was ok.
The time came for us to go, they had driven down and we would fly and they would pick us up from the airport.
The husband was waiting for us with their dog, his wife was organising food for a jubilee party, they had invited a few friends around for lunch to celebrate the queen’s jubilee and our arrival.
We entered into the “village”, going through security which I found a little strange and drove down the road by the port.
I noticed one couple strolling hand in hand alongside the boats, with no clothes on.
I had a little smirk to myself and then as we entered into the hub of the port noticed that people were everywhere with no clothes on.
I must admit I was gob-smacked. I had never seen anything like it, they were all completely naked, sitting around in bars, strolling down the street and just acting normal.
We retrieved our luggage out of the boot and made our way to the apartment, which happened to be above the bars and nightclubs, a two minute walk from the port.
I felt that people were staring at us as we were dressed, I felt like the odd one out. We went into the gated apartment area of a small complex and were greeted with union jack buntings and flags, red white and blue everywhere and many people standing around eating and drinking……. completely naked.
I again was shocked and suprised.
People were introduced to us and I was shaking hands and kissing people who were completely naked.
It was awkward for me as I had never encountered such a situation and didn’t quite know what to do next, I didnt feel comfortable at taking my clothes off straight away.
My husband on the other hand could not wait to get his kit off. He was straight in the bedroom, kit on the floor and strolled out into the throng of people like he had been naked all his life. I stood in the bedroom for what seemed like a long time in a dilemma as what to do.
I decided that I would take my top off but pop on a sarong to cover myself, leaving my shorts on.
I went back out and joined the others. Everyone was extremely friendly and people were asking if it was our first time at a naturist village, encouraging me to take my time and only do things which were comfortable.
After a few glasses of wine I decided to take my sarong off, baring my breasts. I felt liberated and free and started to enjoy the freedom of having no top on in such a social environment. I looked around, there was only me with shorts on.
I went to the bedroom, took off my shorts and pants and wrapped my sarong around my hips, swaggering back into the throng of people, feeling sexy and very comfortable.
There were people all ages and shapes and sizes, no one cared.
By the time we were toasting the queen the sun was beating down on my skin and I was feeling so content and happy to be among this throng of English, French and Swedish people that I discretely took my sarong off and stood there completely naked.
I kept pinching myself to see if it was actually me standing there amongst all of these people, all of them strangers except for our two friends, completely naked.
It was a fantastic day, a memory to treasure for all sorts of reasons.
The next day we got up to be greeted by our two naked friends. My husband didn’t have a care in the world, he took the dog for a walk with our friend completely naked.
I helped to clear the house from the evenings debris and kept chuckling to myself that I had never done housework before naked.
I never put my clothes on through the day for the rest of the week and it was fantastic. We played Boules naked, swam naked, went to restaurants naked, shopped naked, and it was the most liberating feeling I have ever had.
No one judged or made you feel uncomfortable. And the evening entertainment was like nothing I had ever imagined in my life. We would just sit in a bar and people watch, the most amazing array of clothing and people I have ever seen.
At the airport on our way home my husband turned to me and said “well, we had a great time didnt we”.
He does’t usually like going on holiday so for him to say that meant that he really did have a good time.
I agreed, it was the most relaxing holiday we had ever had.
I do a little modelling at home (I am a mature 53 year old with curves!), I have recently joined the RAMM website for artists models, including life drawings.
I would never dreamed of doing that before I went away on this holiday. It has opened up a whole new world.
We are now booked to go back with our friend’s in September…….. I cant wait……… One thing is for sure, my suitcase will be much lighter the next trip!!
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