Holiday in the South of France

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in late spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of France for a two-week holiday.

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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 18. 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 some of 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 us 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.