Holiday in the South of France
Friday
Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an
hour's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a dress or skirt and
top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late
afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nothing at
all. When we did leave Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a little village right on
the coast with very nice looking small houses surrounded by water. I've
not been to Venice, but it looked like the bits of Venice that I've seen on
the TV. Water taking up as much ground space as the building. The
houses looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.
The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken
for a black string vest. It consists of nothing more than hundreds of
holes, all big enough to get my index finger (or nipples) through. There
was only one man that took any interest in my see-through dress. When
we saw a couple of women walking around wearing only bikini bottoms,
Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.
On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a
roadside stall. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were
looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on,
but told us to stay naked. He said that it's the difference between what
a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally
unfair, but life.
The teenagers were a bit amused by our nakedness, and were probably
talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couple of cars honked their
horns as they went passed us.
That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our last night
we had to drink all the wine that we had left. We ended up fucking each
other in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the same bed
