Alan Goes to France

Alan goes to France.

"It's a marvellous offer, but I just can't take it."

"Why-ever not? You're not bothered about moving South, are you? Or is her indoors anti the idea?"

Fred was in his local pub, drinking with his brother, Brian. He was bemoaning the fact that he had been offered a really good job, but which would mean moving a long way South from his current home.

"No. I'd be more than happy to move, and as the wife's family lives in the area, she's all for it."

"So, what's your problem?"

"Alan's the problem. He's well on his way to getting good A-level exam results, and you know he's got a firm offer of a sandwich apprenticeship so he can train as an engineer at the shipyard and get a degree at the same time. If we move South, he'll have to start again, and I can't do that to him."

"You daft bugger, that's no problem. He can come and live with us. You know the sun shines out of his arse for Bridget, and she'd love to mother him, even if he is a bit big for that."

"Hell, Brian, that's a great offer, but are you sure you want that commitment? Mind you, I suppose that, if you could put up with him till after his exams, then he'll be eighteen and he could always go and live in digs if it got too much for you. But are you sure Bridget will fall in with this -- after all, she'll be the one having to look after him?"

"Let me talk to her before you say anything to Alan, but I'm willing to bet she'd love the idea. You know how much she's always wanted a kid, so at least she'd have a ready made one for a few years. He's a bit big for her to breast feed him, but at least she'll find out what a pain teenagers can be. I'll get back to you in a couple of hours."

The two men went home to talk over the idea with their wives, and they all met up later that day. As Brian had predicted, Bridget was all in favour, and so it was agreed that they should go ahead with the idea, assuming Alan agreed. Alan was quite taken with the idea as he had always got on well with his aunt and uncle, and he was delighted that a solution had been found to allow his father to take the job with its excellent prospects, especially as his present employers were in a slightly dodgy condition, and there was every chance he could be out of work. A few weeks later, Fred and the family moved house, and Alan moved in with Brian and Bridget.

The move could not have gone better. Alan had been close to his uncle and aunt from birth, and they treated him as the son they had never had. In fact, they had tried to have children from the time they were married, but without success. They had never tried to find out the exact reason, but Brian rightly suspected that it was he who was lacking in the fertility department. He and Bridget had a reasonably active sex life, and as neither had ever had another relationship they had no means of judging whether there was room for improvement -- which, indeed there was. Their couplings were always short, and she sometimes wondered whether she was missing out on the possibilities of a more satisfying physical experience. However, they were still deeply in love, so she just accepted that it was not her lot to be a mother.

Brian proved to be a very satisfactory filial substitute, and he had certainly fallen on his feet. Life could not have gone smoother. He was doing well at school academically, and also in the sporting field. He was captain of the school cricket team as a talented batsman and wicket keeper, and was the leading points scorer from his position at fly half in the rugby team. He was always very fit and became school captain in his final year. Standing well over six feet tall, good looking and well muscled he was the sort of boy of whom lesser lights looked up to with envy, but as he was also of a very friendly disposition it was rare for anyone to dislike him.

Near the end of the summer term, before the final exams, Brian took him for a drink at the local pub - a first for Alan, who had only just passed his eighteenth birthday, the legal age for drinking in Britain - and settled him down in a corner. This unnerved Alan a little, as it wasn't normal for Brian to speak to him seriously, but he need not have worried.

"Alan, I need your help. As you well know, Bridget has had a hell of a time the last few years, working all hours on the business, but now she's sold it there's a chance for her to take a real break."

The business he referred to was a Private Nursing Agency that Bridget had established with a colleague, after they had found that, after completing their nursing training, their hospital made life very difficult for them when they both married. At that era most nurses were unmarried, and the hospitals, if not totally opposed to the employment of married nurses, made no effort to accommodate their new status, and many husbands weren't willing to accept the difficult hours their wives had to work. Thus, the pair struck out on their own and, after a difficult start, they built a reputation for their ability to supply nurses for all sorts of jobs, both in home nursing and within industry for the manning of works' surgeries. The business grew over the years and finally, after they both felt they had had enough -- especially as Bridget's partner became pregnant -- they received an excellent offer from a major national agency, and they sold out.

"How does that affect me -- you don't want me to leave, do you?"

"No, don't be daft. You're no trouble, I reckon you are more of a help to her than a bother, especially since you've learnt to cook, that's made life a lot easier for her. No, it's a very different thing that I'm asking. She wants to go on a long holiday in France, and I can't take time off to go with her. Would you be prepared to go with her? The idea would be to drive down to the Mediterranean and stay in a hotel for a bout six weeks, then drive back slowly, doing a bit of sightseeing on the way -- maybe Paris, who knows. I know she's a lot older than you, but you get on so well together, and I'm sure you'd have a good time."

"It sounds like a good opportunity to try out my French on the unsuspecting natives, but the only trouble I'd have to ask Dad to give me the money to pay my share and...."

"No question of you paying. Her business sale and some of my cash will easily pay for both of you, and you'll be doing us an enormous favour. If you leave immediately after your final exams, you could spend a couple of months and still be back in time to start work on the planned date. What do you say?"

Alan only needed a few moments to make up his mind. He had only made vague plans for the summer before his starting work, and the idea of spending time touring France was most attractive. He had taken French as an extra subject on top of his engineering based subjects, and he found he had a natural aptitude for the language, so he really fancied the chance to try it out. At this era soon after the Second War, before the explosion of package holidays and cheap travel to Spain and France, it was unusual for 'ordinary' people to go abroad for holidays, so this was an opportunity not to be missed.

"I'd love to do it. As you say, Bridget and I get on well together, and she's always treated me as an adult rather than an overgrown child, so I'm sure we'll have a good time. She'll be able to show off her French to me, she'll love that."

"Right, I'll tell her its on, and we can sort out the details. Let's have another drink to celebrate it!".

The next few weeks were a blur of preparations for the forthcoming holiday. Alan was working hard to ensure his exam results were good as well as playing cricket for his school. Passports had to be obtained, currency arranged, and tickets for the Channel crossing to be bought. Bridget spent a lot of time and cash on buying beachwear and summer dresses, while Alan lashed out on a new swimming costume and some light clothing.

The night before they left, Brian took Alan aside and said something that Alan didn't understand. "Alan, all the time you are with Bridget in France, don't forget to do just what she asks you, and give her anything she wants." He replied that, of course he would, but he really had no idea what the point of the request was, as though he wouldn't have done what she wanted.

Then the great day arrived. Bridget had treated herself to a new(ish) car, a low mileage Triumph TR2, painted in British Racing Green. This two seater British sports car with its 2 litre engine was not the world's most sophisticated machine, but with its light weight and relatively powerful engine it would just about exceed 100 mph, which was quite quick by the standards of the day. It didn't have a lot of luggage room, but by using soft bags they managed to cram in a more than adequate amount.

The weather was not the best on the great day, so they left home with the hood erect and the windscreen wipers flapping, and were on their way to Dover. There they were boarded on one of the new car ferries, which now avoided the lengthy process of lifting cars aboard by crane by the simple method of driving on via the ramps. During the crossing to Calais they enjoyed a late breakfast and watched as the clouds gave way to clear blue skies and bright sunshine. While they were waiting to be off loaded they folded the hood down and donned their headgear -- a cap for Alan and a headscarf for Bridget, then they were called forward and drove off onto French soil. They were soon cleared through passport control and Customs, and drove out of the docks for what felt like the real start to their holiday adventure.

Alan had passed his driving test only recently, but he had already driven quite often illegally in the battered old car of a friend, and driving a modern car with reliable steering and brakes was a real pleasure. They took turns at driving, constantly reminding each other to drive on the right. (Some readers might not realise that Britain drives on the left, the logical side -- or, at least, it was when fighting horsemen kept left so that it was easier to attack another horseman with the sword in the right hand.) The French roads at that time were quite rough compared with the billiard table smooth British roads -- how times change! - but the TR2 coped well with the occasional pothole, not to mention the even rougher surfaces in some of the many villages that the Routes Nationals of the day passed through, by-passes being an idea for the future in most cases.

After a brief stop for lunch -- they bought a baguette and some pate, which they washed down with a bottle of fizzy water -- they continued till they reached their planned stop for the night. This was at a provincial hotel, where Bridget went in and booked the room. It had been agreed that they would share a room during their discussions before leaving. As Brian had pointed out, the French charged a price per room, not per person, so it would keep the expenses down, and with twin beds there would not be a problem as they could prepare for sleep in the bathroom. After they had booked in, they went up to the bedroom and found that it was just what they needed, twin beds, well separated, and a bathroom built into the room so they could preserve their modesty.

They went down to the dining room and, for the first time, Alan was presented with a menu written in French. Alan's French was nearly all of the sort taught in English schools, designed to pass examinations and with a heavy bias to correct grammar rather than spoken French. Bridget had lived in France for several years as a child when her father's job in the Foreign Office had involved several postings to Francophone countries, both in France and in Africa, and as a result of spending many hours playing with French speaking children, her spoken French was fluent and idiomatic. She had passed some of this on to Alan when she had helped him with his homework, but menus had not been part of his curriculum, and he was more than a little baffled. 

"It's easy" she said. "just have a guess, and try anything -- well, anything except andouilette, that is simply untranslatable and disgusting. It's made from bits of a cow that should have been fed to the dog, so don't go near it."

"I'll remember that. So what's gesiers in a salad."

"It's chicken gizzards, and it's excellent."

"I'll believe you, so I'll try it."

The rest of the menu was fairly obvious, and they had a very pleasant meal with a carafe of red wine of an unknown vintage, after which they wandered off to their room. As Brian had predicted, all went smoothly. They took it in turns to use the bathroom to change into pyjamas, and were soon asleep in their comfortable beds. After a good night's sleep, they reversed the procedure, and were soon dressed and eating their breakfast. Alan mumbled a bit at being presented with half a baguette and a basket of croissants, with coffee served in large bowls. He was used to a fry up of eggs, bacon, fried bread and all the trimmings, and Bridget had to explain to him that this was what he'd have to get used to for the next few weeks.

After breakfast they packed their bags and set off again, still with the hood down on the TR2, and the little sports car was soon rumbling happily along the sunny French roads. They took their time as they went, stopping occasionally when they saw an interesting building or a good view as they passed through the Alpes Maritime before descending to the Mediterranean coast. It was late afternoon when they reached their destination, and they followed the street map they had been given by the travel agent till they arrived at the hotel they had booked. Only problem was -- it wasn't a hotel, it was a smouldering ruin. It had been subject to a major fire, and was clearly not likely to be a usable hotel again for years, rather than months -- if ever.

They were obviously more than a bit shaken by this turn of events, but while the sat looking at the ruin, a man approached and asked if they had booked at the hotel, and when they replied in the affirmative, he handed them a sheet of paper which told them that, as a result of the fire, their booking had been transferred to another hotel which would be expecting them. Then he told them that he was also in the same situation, and he knew where the new hotel was situated and suggested that they follow him. He got into his car, a Citroen 2CV, and led them to the sea front and parked in front of a very up-market looking hotel.

"Bloody hell, we can't afford this place." said Alan.

"Let's go in and see what sort of deal they are offering, they might give us a decent discount -- though the French don't really understand the meaning of the word discount."

"We shan't know till we try."

They followed the couple from the 2CV into the reception of the hotel, where they were met by the receptionist. He explained that both hotels were owned by the same man, and that he had instructed that all the people moved from the burnt hotel should only pay exactly the same as they would have done in the first place. He also explained that the bookings should not have been accepted in the first place as the building was due for refurbishment. As a result, the two couples were the only customers affected, so it wasn't really a big deal to give them the same rate, which was less than half they would have paid if they had booked here in the first place.

"And, as a sign of our regret that you have been messed about, all drinks will be on the house for the duration of your stay -- I'm sure we can trust you not to abuse that offer. There is one other detail. All the accommodation we have available is a suite of rooms, two big bedrooms with a connecting reception room. The doors from one to the other will be locked on each side, unless of course you decide to unlock them. The other problem is that Mr and Mrs Bryant had asked for twin beds, but I'm afraid both bedrooms have large double beds, I trust that won't be a problem?"

Before Alan could think of a reply, Bridget replied "No problem, he doesn't snore too much."

The hall porter showed them the way to their rooms, and Alan and Bridget found that they had been allocated the part of the suite that also included the reception room that separated the two bedrooms. Bridget checked that the door into the second bedroom was indeed locked, and they took in the very pleasant surroundings. The bedroom contained a king size bed, and a door opened into a big bathroom with a bath, WC, large walk in shower and a bidet -- which Bridget had to explain to Alan! They learned later that the suite had been installed for a wealthy part owner of the hotel who had an invalid wife who needed to access the facilities in her wheel chair, which explained why the bathroom was so spacious.

They had a quick wash and change of clothing before they went down to enjoy an excellent dinner, followed by a pleasant drink at the bar. Alan had not drunk very much before, just the occasional beer or a glass of wine, so he was very cautious, as he had no wish to make a fool of himself in front of Bridget. As it had been quite a hard day, they were not to sorry to get to bed in good time, but now the realisation began to creep in on Alan that he was about to spend the night sharing a bed with a woman, and he was a bit nervous. How could he be sure that he wouldn't turn over in the night and accidentally touch her intimately? What would she think if he rolled against her? He need not have worried. They took it in turns to use the bathroom to prepare for bed. He was first into bed but she followed him shortly, and as he lay beside him with a worried expression on his face, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You didn't snore last night as far as I know, so hopefully you're a quiet sleeper -- not like Brian. Try not to roll over and squash me, there's a good boy. Night night."

"Good night Aunty Bridget."

"Oh, just one thing. The hotel thinks we are man and wife -- I mean, we are Mr and Mrs Bryant, they aren't to know you are my nephew, and it might cause a problem, as it certainly would in England. So let's forget the Aunty bit, please."

"OK. Good night Bridget".

With that, they rolled over and both were asleep in short order, and didn't stir till nearly eight o'clock the next morning. When they awoke, after taking turns to use the bathroom, they went down for breakfast -- a bit more choice, but still not what Alan was used to -- then decided it was time to investigate the beach. They had both dressed in summer clothes over their bathing costumes, and they loaded a bag with all the requirements such as towels, sun screen, dark glasses, some water and, of course their underwear to put on after their swim. 

They wandered along the sea front, then walked down onto the sandy beach and strolled along the water's edge for quite some distance. Then they rounded a small headland and had a bit of a surprise.

"Bloody hell, he's naked!". Alan squeaked in surprise, at the sight of a man standing in the surf, very obviously unclothed.

"Not just him, so's everybody else" replied Bridget, having taken her eyes off the proudly displayed manhood and looked around the rest of the beach. "I think we've come to a nudist beach."

"Yeah, well, we'd better move on a bit smartly. I'm feeling distinctly overdressed."

"Not likely. I've always wanted to go skinny dipping, I'm not going to miss the chance."

"You're not serious. You can't just take your clothes off, I mean, what would people think?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, the people on this beach would think we are just normal, and nobody else can see us"

"Oh really, Bridget, we'd better move on."

For reply, Bridget reached behind her and undid the zip on her sun dress and shrugged it off her shoulders and gave a quick wriggle so that it fell round her ankles. Under it she was wearing a very modest two piece costume, and now she undid the hooks securing the top and slid it off, freeing her ample breasts.

Alan was watching, opened mouthed."You aren't really going to...."

"Oh don't be a wimp, get your kit off."

He was very nervous about the whole affair, but reluctantly took off his sports shirt and undid the fixings of his shorts. As he was about to reluctantly take them off, he saw that Bridget was pushing the snug fitting bottom of her two piece down, exposing the top of her pubic hair, and he realised that she was serious and that he couldn't refuse to participate without putting a big damper over the holiday. It felt to him as though the whole world was watching him with horror as he lowered his shorts, then his swimming trunks and bared his private parts for all to see. He knew that to all those on the beach what he was doing was normal and to be expected, but 18 years of being covered had him thoroughly indoctrinated, and it astounded him that not only he, but also his respectable aunt, were as naked as when they were born in the public gaze. He hardly dared look at his companion, but she grabbed his hand.

"Come on, last one in is a sissy." she cried, then rushed down the beach and into the warm Mediterranean waters, dragging him along with her. As they waded into the sea, they both experienced for the first time the pleasant sensation of the water enveloping the naked parts that they usually only exposed in the bath. They were both very proficient swimmers, and they were quickly racing each other out to sea. After a while Alan was a little ahead of Bridget, so he stopped and trod water while she caught up.

"There, you've got your skinny dip -- how do you like it?"

"It's even better than I had hoped, it feels so good not having a couple of pieces of elasticated cloth strapped round me and feeling the water in all my secret bits. How about you?"

"I must say its really pleasant, but I'm still unnerved about the idea of walking out of the sea and up the beach naked."

"Well, you can't stay in the sea for ever, so let's go do it and get it over with."

They need not have worried. They swam back to the shore and, as they were standing up in the surf, a family group were approaching them. There was a youngish couple with a six year old son and a twelve year old daughter, the two children laughing and already splashing each other. They looked at the group and, talking later they realised that they had both had the same thought -- just how beautiful they all were. The two adults were both in good shape and their sun tan showed no white patches, while the two children, both with completely hairless bodies and playing together so naturally, showed evidence that nudity was a totally normal state for them. There was not the slightest hint of sexuality about them, and Bridget was mentally comparing them with girls of the same age and younger on "normal" beaches wearing two piece costumes covering nothing, but giving them an air of hiding something forbidden and therefore desirable.

They were thinking that this is fine for young, virile people, but , of course, older people would want to cover up all the wrinkles -- until they noticed that following the young family was a couple who must have been nearer seventy than sixty. Sure they both had wrinkles and saggy bits, and neither boobs nor bums would have been classed as pert, but nevertheless they were still beautiful human beings, and clearly were quite happy to be seen. Later they were to see a naked young mother breastfeeding her naked baby, and, when he peed on her, she just laughed and swapped him onto the other breast, and he thought it the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

This is a bit of a digression, and it took a bit of time for it all to be processed, but they were both realising that being naked is a natural condition, and the human body is not something shameful to be hidden. As they were to find out, nudists are just normal people from all walks of life who prefer to not wear clothes when the conditions are appropriate.

However, back to the moment when they both stood up on the shoreline and looked at each other.

"Bloody hell, you're gorgeous!"

"Well, thanks, but I'd have preferred if you hadn't sounded quite so surprised."

"Sorry, but just think that I've only ever looked at you as my Aunty, nice looking and all that, but not someone you'd expect to be hiding a body like that under your sort of Aunty clothes. And you are slightly more than twice my age, which makes you pretty old. I've not seen a lot of naked bodies -- before today, anyway, in fact I haven't seen any -- but I can't believe there would be many nicer than yours." 

"I suppose you are right, I don't normally walk round flashing my tits outside the bedroom at home, and you have led a sheltered life, haven't you, getting to eighteen without getting an eyeful of female body. I expect you've seen plenty of dirty magazines, though."

"Not really, and in any case a picture couldn't give an idea of you in three dimensions."

"Yes, I suppose I do stick out a bit in places. Oh, by the way, you don't look too shabby either, I'm certainly not ashamed to be seen with you."

So, what can we say about this pair having a complimentary love-in? Alan was a tall, good looking, well built young man, with a body that was clearly well muscled without the weight lifters' excesses. At nearly six foot three inches, and with a mop of somewhat unruly fair hair he was the type to attract plenty of favourable female attention and some envious male looks. As for his normally hidden attributes, he was, as one might say, well hung, his penis definitely on the big side of average in both length and girth, not particularly noticeable in his present flaccid state, but impressive when aroused.

Bridget was a big girl. Not far short of six feet tall, she was beautifully proportioned, from the top of her short cut curly fair hair to the tips of her toes. She was no great beauty, with an unremarkable but pleasant face which lit up when she smiled -- a common occurrence, which perhaps accounted for the appearance of faint laughter lines by her blue-grey eyes. Her largish mouth was distinctly kissable, and more than one man had fantasised about what she might be able to do with her luscious lips.

As for her body, everything was big and beautiful. Her wide shoulders topped a pair of breasts that were big and firm. She had always worn well fitted and supportive bras, and, as a result, at nearly 38 years old, there was little sag of the heavy mounds. Her large, dark pink nipples were tilted up slightly and surrounded by well marked aureoles of a lighter hue. Her torso curved in to a well defined waist before spreading out again over her hips. She carried virtually no excess flesh, but nevertheless her bones were just well enough covered to indicate the soft, womanly feel, highlighted by a softly curved belly. This curve at its lower side was swelled out into her pubic bulge, covered by a mop of curly fair hair. She never bothered with trimming her body hair, apart from her armpits and a tidy up of any stray hairs protruding from the crutch of her swimming costume, which, as was typical of the time, covered her pretty well anyway. She even left the hairs on her legs, which weren't very apparent, being both fine and fair. Her bush was thick enough that there was only a faint image of her vulva visible, and it required imagination to envisage the joys beneath, despite the fact that her thighs were well separated at their junction. Those thighs were well rounded without being fat, and tapered down the long, long path to her feet, traversing shapely calves, which were particularly alluring when appearing from below a short skirt.

So that was Bridget -- oh, of course one should mention her broad back above her firm buttocks, which moved delightfully when she walked -- a woman who was just all woman, desirable and made for loving. And that was Alan, totally innocent of anything more than some mild kissing and one not very exciting grope of an immature breast, hardly noticeable through several layers of clothing.

After drying themselves off, they spread the towels on the sand and, before lying down Bridget produced a tube of sun cream for each of them, and they each spread a generous amount on the parts they could reach, Bridget having reminded Alan not to miss his private parts, pointing out that a sunburnt penis would probably be rather painful. Finally they took turns to treat each other's backs, Alan finding it particularly pleasant to sample the feel of Bridget's firm flesh.

They didn't stay in the sun too long, as, although it was a little overcast, there was a good chance of getting sunburnt, which was no way to start their holiday. There was a small bar/restaurant situated at the top of the beach, where they enjoyed a light lunch, still naked, but protected by the sunshades. Bridget was particularly concerned that neither of them should spend too much time in the sun, so after their lunch they went back to hotel, and up to their room.

"I think we should have a shower to wash off the sun cream and any sand that is left."

"You go first" said Alan

"Don't be silly, we can go together. That shower is huge, and we can wash each other's backs."

Alan was a bit taken aback at the idea, but duly stripped off his clothes and followed her into the shower. He found being so close to a naked woman was more than disconcerting, and he could feel a stirring in his lower regions. However, by concentrating on washing himself and trying to ignore her presence, he managed to stay "decent", though he did find it rather difficult when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her busy washing between her legs. Then she turned round, held out the shower gel and poured some into his hand.

"Right, you can wash my back now please, make sure you do a good job to all of it."

He duly rubbed the gel into her skin, starting across the tops of her shoulders and gradually moving downwards to her waist, stopping just above her buttocks.

"Don't stop now, do my bum as well while you're there, don't be in such a rush."

When he started the process of washing the firm rounded flesh of her bottom, his efforts to maintain a quiescent penis began to fall away. The more he felt the smooth resilience of the skin under his hands, the more his erection began to form. His fingers probed a little way into the inviting valley between the fleshy globes, but as soon as he had penetrated a little way he felt terrified that he might actually touch an area which he felt to be totally out of bounds, far too private if not actually dirty.

Bridget decided that she had pushed him far enough, so she turned round, and turned him so that she could wash his back. This she did thoroughly, and when she arrived at his buttocks she didn't hesitate to probe deep into the cavity fill her fingers were very close to his anus. While one hand was at his back, she slid the other one around him and, before he had realised her intention, she had taken this semi-hard penis in a gentle grasp. At the same time she had come close to him so that her breasts were pressed firmly into his back. The result was predictable, and soon she was holding a very hard and impressive handful of male flesh.

Alan was, to put it mildly, astounded by this action. Despite his exposure to the sight of her naked body, he still hadn't even considered the possibility that there might be a sexual relationship between them, but now the penny dropped, and although he was totally confused, it didn't stop him from finding her attention to his now rampant cock more than pleasant. She had drawn back his foreskin and admired the purple bulge of his glans, which she now rubbed gently with her soapy fingers. Then she began a slow back and forth movement of his shaft, giving him the sensation which he produced while masturbating, only multiplied by a factor of about one hundred. At the same time he suddenly realised that her other hand was probing ever more deeply between his buttocks, and her hand slid through his legs to caress his balls . Her hand on his cock was now moving more briskly, and, all too soon, they both felt a sudden rush of fluid along the shaft, bursting out with repeated jets of the white liquid till the jerking stopped, and he half collapsed back against her body.

"Now, does that feel better? Judging by the amount of jism you produced, you were in need of a bit of relief."

"I can't think of anything intelligent to say, except that it was wonderful, and I certainly feel better -- not that I felt bad before."

"Glad to be of service. Now let's get dried and you can do something for me."

Alan was intrigued as to what she might want him to do for her but he followed her instructions, and after they were dried, she took one of the very large beach towels and spread it on the bed. She then produced a bottle of oil from a suitcase, gave it to him, then lay face down on the bed.

"Right, young man, that bottle contains some quite expensive oil which is an alleged to do wonders for the skin, and you can rub it in all over me. Make sure you don't miss anything, and it needs to be well absorbed into the skin, so you can give me a bit of a massage at the same time. Understood?"

"That doesn't sound too technical, you'll just have to tell me if it feels right while I'm doing it."

"Just treat it as though you were rubbing linseed oil into your cricket bat."

"Bloody hell, I hope your skin is a bit more receptive than a chunk of willow. Well, I'll do my best, so here we go."

He tipped a little of the oil into his palm, and began by gently coating her shoulders till the skin took on a light sheen. Then, applying a little more pressure he began working it across her shoulders and down each arm, using both hands and pressing just hard enough so that he could see the underlying flesh rippling as he moved. This action produced an immediate response from Bridget.

"That's just about right. It feels good, so it must be doing good."

"Well, that's a good theory. I must say it's not an unpleasant activity for me either."

He then poured a little of the oil into the hollow of her back at her waist, and began spreading it, first around her waist and then progressing till he mounted the curves of her delightfully rounded buttocks. His hands moved over and around and gradually slid into the valley at the centre, savouring the mass of firm, warm flesh, and slowly parting her arse cheeks as he went deeper. Now he had exposed the darker flesh of her puckered anus, the first time he'd ever seen an arsehole, and the thought crossed his mind that using this word to describe someone as an insult was a little odd, as it looked rather nice. However, he certainly wouldn't touch it, but he stroked gently all around it. He heard her make a side of pleasure, so he knew he was doing the right thing.

Next he moved onto her legs, using both hands to enclose and massage one of her thighs. Bridget took plenty of exercise, swimming regularly as well as taking long walks, and those thighs were firm and muscled, and it was he could feel the firmness of those muscles as he moved steadily downwards onto her calves and to her feet. He then moved to the other leg, and reversed the process, this time mounting upwards till with one hand he could feel the slight tickling sensation as the side of his hand brushed against her exuberant pubic hair. Now he assumed that his duties were over, and he gave a bottom a little smack and said: "There you are, you can reach the rest yourself."

"You don't think you're going to get away with only doing half the job do you? You did it so well that I'd like you to do the other half. Don't bother with my face, though, I will look after that"

With that, she turned over and lay flat on her back, spreading out her charms for him to enjoy. Well, he certainly enjoyed it, and his penis made it obvious by rising slightly, but he was distinctly nervous about the prospect of having his hands all over the lush beauty. However, he realised that this was what she had intended all along, and he had better get on with it

Again he started with her shoulders, then taking each arm in turn, then back to her shoulders and moved across her chest. He found it hard to believe that he was actually about to caress his aunts' breasts and wondered what his uncle Brian would think if he knew what was happening to his wife, but decided not to worry, but get on with the delightful task. He slid further down over the rise of her breasts, which, although they were somewhat flattened by her lying down, were still quite proud, and he moved around gently until he was cupping the mass of the lovely flesh in each hand. As he squeezed he slowly approached the pale pink and slightly raised aureoles, while his fingers brushed over the tips of her nipples. He started to move away, but she stopped him.

"Don't be in such a rush, I need a lot of attention just there. Make sure the oil is well rubbed into the nipples, I don't want them getting dry and cracked. Don't be too gentle, squeeze it well in. Apart from anything else, it feels good."

He poured a drop of oil on each nipple and began to do as she said. As he manipulated each nipple between his fingers he felt and saw them hardening, and the little bumps grew under his attention till they were quite significant rubbery teats. He squeezed and pulled at them, at times taking a big handful of breast and drawing it upwards until he slid onto the nipples again. He repeated this process several times, using more and more pressure and eliciting moans of pain and pleasure from her till at last she cried enough and pushed his hands away.

Now he moved further down and began to treat her belly and hips, his hands sliding across the gentle rounding, then moved down till his fingers were probing into the lush hairy bush on the firm pubic mound. He didn't believe that she really wanted him to probe her private parts, so he passed by and moved down one leg, down to her feet, then backup over her calf and her thigh. With his hands began to touch her pubic hair, he was about to stop, but then she opened her legs wide in a clear invitation for him to go further. Now she was fully exposed to him, and he saw with fascination the plump hairy outer lips of her vulva and nestling between the bright pink closed inner lips, topped by the hood of her clitoris, though at that stage he didn't know what it was.

"You don't really know what's happening there do you? I'll have to instruct you but first of all I want you to massage me with that lovely cock of yours. Come and kneel between my legs."

He did as he was told, and she took hold of his firm penis and drew him forwards so that he was lying with his cock along the full-length of her vulva. By now his cock was not only rigid, but was starting to ooze pre-cum, and, as he moved gently to and fro between the engorged lips, he also was involuntarily jerking against her, much to her pleasure.

"Time for an interior massage now. Let me show you the way."

She grasped his cock in her hand and pushed him downwards until the tip was pressing against her inner lips, and he felt it slide inwards as they spread to welcome his presence. Now her hand moved to his arse cheek and gently pulled him deeper and deeper, till the full length of him was firmly held in a hot, slippery embrace. He had found her manual caresses many times better than the feel of his own hand, but this was a trip to another planet. Her vagina felt unbelievably smooth against his exposed glans and he didn't need telling to start moving. At his first attempt to withdraw, he went too far and he felt the tip of his cock slide out, but he quickly pushed back in and soon he got the technique of long, slow withdrawal and thrust, which the contented noises she was making assured him that he was getting it just right.

As he progressed, he felt her responses getting stronger, as she responded to his thrusts by her own reciprocal movements, plus the gentle squeezing of the vaginal muscles, holding and releasing his cock. Then, somewhat to his surprise, he felt her hand pushing down between their bodies, and felt her rubbing herself. He didn't realise exactly what she was doing , but her movements added to the pleasure he was getting, and he involuntarily speeded up his thrusting. Suddenly her arm round him dragged him closer to her, her fingers digging into his arse cheek, and he felt her body shudder beneath him and her vagina clutching him tightly, her voice raised in a long, low, scream. He didn't know anything about female orgasms, but he had no doubt that, whatever had happened to her, she was finding it most pleasant. He realised that he was near to orgasm, and his movements became more and more urgent, as their flesh slapped and slid against each other, then he felt the feeling deep in his scrotum as his balls emptied into his penis and spurted into her birth canal. 

First time can be special in many ways. Too often it takes place in generally unsuitable places, the back of a car, behind the bike shed (that's for older readers), all sorts of venues that wouldn't be first choice -- if a choice existed. And often the result is far less than wonderful, especially when both the participants have no experience. It shows how resilient the human race is that, no matter how unsatisfactory the first time is, there'll always be a second...and third...and. 

For Alan, it couldn't have been better -- in a comfortable bed with an experienced woman, and he enjoyed it to the full. The finale, the sensation of his balls emptying themselves into the luscious embrace of her pulsing vagina, was immeasurably better than he had hoped it could be. He relaxed onto her willing body, then lifted himself to disengage, but she held him close and pulled his head down to kiss him, and he sniggered to himself at the thought that he had fucked her before he had kissed her. The kiss lasted some time, as their lips and tongues discovered each other, but she finally released him. His cock had deflated by now, and he slid out of her before rolling over onto his side.

Suddenly he had a rush of guilt.

"We shouldn't have done that -- cheating on Brian. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but what would he say if he knew?"

"The night before we left, what did Alan ask you to do?"

"He said to do anything you wanted and.......he didn't mean that, did he? Surely not?"

"Yes he did mean just that. Alan, we've not been really straight with you, it's like this. Brian is a wonderful man and I love him to bits, but sexually he has a bit of a problem. First, he's not very good in bed, often he can't even get a hard on, and even when he has it's not very effective. I've never had sex with another man until today, and you've just confirmed what Brian and I both know -- there's a lot more than he can give me. And that's not all. What little sperm he does produce, it's so sparse and weak that there's no chance of me getting pregnant. This is where you come in. The idea was that I could seduce you slowly into having sex with me in the hope that you could get me pregnant, but somehow it's all happened in a bit of a rush, and here we are, you've done it. Oh, and apart from hopefully putting me up the duff, if you can repeat today's performance while we are here, at least I'll have had some real sexual pleasure, if only briefly."

"I'm not sure what to say. I suppose there wasn't an easy way to tell me, I guess you were afraid of scaring me off if you'd just come out and said it. Well, I enjoyed losing my virginity, and now I know I'm not cheating on Brian, I'm very willing to try to assuage your sexual lust. What's next?" 

"Well, I'm feeling very comfy and, to put it crudely, well fucked. How about a little nap, then perhaps we might play some little games?"

"Sounds good to me."

They both slept easily. As the old saying goes -- 'The sleep of the just isn't half as deep as the sleep of the just after.' - and it was a couple of hours before he was woken by her getting out of bed. He heard through the open bathroom door the sound of her pissing, then heard running water, and then she reappeared, and he once again enjoyed the sight of her luscious body. He quickly followed her to relieve himself, then returned to find her laying on the bed, her legs spread casually. He lay beside her, and rested his hand on her hairy pubic bulge.

"I rather think you've never got this close to a pussy, have you?"

"To be strictly honest, the furthest I've gone with a girl is to give Jane Burton's tits a quick grope, and that was outside her clothes."

Oh, Jane. Nice girl, but I shouldn't think there was a lot to grope? Not spectacularly well endowed, I'd have guessed, and I wouldn't have been surprised to find that her bra was ever so slightly padded."

"You could be right, she didn't feel exactly -- how should I say -- resilient. Certainly not in your class." This last as his hand moved to fondle one of her distinctly resilient globes.

"Never mind, she's pretty young, too young for you I'd have thought. She'll probably blossom when she gets a bit older"

"You're right about her being young. Her brother asked me to go on a double date with him, as his parents had told him to look after her and he wanted to go out with Janice, doubt you'd know her, and he hoped I'd keep her out of the way while he had his wicked way with Jan. So we went out for a walk, and we finished up in the old air raid shelter at the school. He was up the far end and Jane and I could hear the sound of clothing being moved and various animal noises. It obviously turned Jane on, because she grabbed me, started kissing me and put my hand on her boob. Suddenly we heard a loud "No, that's enough" from the dark and it all came to a shuddering halt. Just as well, really, she was only fifteen, and I could well have got involved in all sorts of unpleasantness."

"You were lucky -- her old man's built like a brick shithouse and was a champion boxer, I believe, not to mention being a copper. That could have turned really nasty. Anyway, let's forget your immature groping, this is big boys' games. As you are admitting to have never explored any lady parts, perhaps I'd better explain what goes on down below. Go on, have a good look and I'll explain."

She spread her legs wide, and Alan moved down the bed so that he could see between them. At first sight it was a bit confusing, there seemed to be a lot of flaps of skin and no apparent holes for any purpose. Then Bridget explained to him just how it all worked, lifting her knees high so that he could see her anus, then pointing out the way the lips spread and gave access to her vagina, taking his finger and pressing it gently into her already moist canal. Then she drew back the flesh of her clitoral hood and made him rub his finger so he could feel the hardening nub of the clit. 

"That's the most important bit. Rubbing that will get a girl wound up more than any other activity, just touching me now has got it going. It gets hard like your cock, only smaller, and it's as sensitive as you are, if not more so. Stop just now, or I'll be leaping on you before this little lesson is over. Oh, look here closely, you can see the little hole that I pee through -- unlike men, ladies have a separate place for that activity. And one other thing, girls all smell a bit in their pussies. One of my more experienced friends told me that we all smell a bit different, I didn't ask him how he knew, but hopefully you won't find me too objectionable -- go on, sniff your finger and you'll know what you've got to put up with."

Alan did as he was told, and found the rich scent of an aroused pussy quite pleasant.

"Smells OK to me."

"Good. One other thing. I read in a ladies magazine that there is a specially sensitive area deep inside every pussy, and apparently the skin texture is a bit rougher. I've had a little grope up there but I can't really feel anything. You might like to try your luck some time, I'll tell you if it works. Now, talking about sex has got me ready to check whether you've learnt anything."

Alan grinned and moved up the bed so that he could kiss her. This was a slow gentle kiss to start with, but soon got more interesting as her tongue found his, and they were soon mingling tongues and lips and teeth. Meanwhile his hand was fondling her breast, squeezing and manipulating the pliant flesh. When his fingers found her nipple her intake of breath told him that this was a good place for her, and he began pulling and pressing ever tighter. She took his head and pulled it down to her breast, and he needed no further encouragement to suck and nibble at the engorged tips.

At first he was fondling her other breast, but then hs slid his hand down across her belly till his fingers began to slide through her exuberant bush. Down he went, till he could feel the beginning of her cleft. She spread her legs wide for him, and he explored the intimate folds of her vulva, already damp with her juices. Remembering what she had told him he gently probed with his finger till he felt the hood of her clit, and as she said softly "That's it" he found the magic spot and felt the growing firmness of the little bud. He could sense her growing arousal, and he moved his finger down the juicy crack till he felt it slide sweetly into her demanding pussy. He pushed up and, when his finger was fully engaged he probed around, trying to find the magic spot she had mentioned, but couldn't really feel anything different, and it would be sometime and a lot of searching before one day he lit the blue touchpaper.

For now she was thoroughly aroused, and she pushed him off and onto his back. She gave his cock and balls a perfunctory caress, then decided that he didn't need any further stimulus to judge by the rigid state of his cock and the copious leaking of pre cum. She knelt beside him, then straddled him. She took a firm grip of his cock, and manoeuvred herself so that she could lower herself onto him. She had never tried this with Brian, so it was as new an experience for her as it was for him, and they both found out just how good it could feel as she lowered herself slowly and they both felt, first his foreskin being pulled back by the grip of her pussy lips, then the intrusion of his glans, spreading open the hot, wet channel till she was pressing her pubis against his, and they were fully engaged, one with the other, in the old, primeval embrace. 

She stayed still for a while, just enjoying the feel of his firm cock pulsing gently inside her, while he was admiring the view of her pendulous breasts, her dark nipples standing proud from the paler pink of her aureoles. Then she leaned forward a little and lifted gently from him, but she went just that bit too far and he popped out of her slippery vagina. She quickly grasped his cock and guided it back where it belonged. Now she tried moving again, this time only moving far enough for him to stay well within the grip of her pussy muscles, and, after a little experimenting she found how to move and give herself the maximum joy . As she leaned further forward, she could better feel his hard, well muscled abdomen as her soft belly slid across it, and her pleasure was enhanced when he lifted his head enough to take her nipple into his mouth and suckle on it, while his hand fondled the other breast.

She began to move more enthusiastically, and Alan began to join in. It took a bit of time for them to coordinate their moves, and they became disengaged a few times, which caused her to start giggling and he joined in. This was fun. He was enjoying the view of her pendulous breasts swaying with her movements, and was fondling her luscious arse, but soon it started to get serious as they both became more and more aroused. They were becoming more and more noisy, her juices were running and the sound of their bodies slapping against each other, the slurp of cock sliding in and out of soaking pussy was added to her squeals and his grunts. Suddenly she reached her climax, she let out a long moaning and her body stiffened on him as her vagina gripped on his cock. Their movements stopped except for the muscular surges of her body as she collapsed down onto him. He lay still till she quietened down, then he gripped her arse cheeks and thrust firmly up into her, only a few strokes before he, too, climaxed and jetted his semen deep into her welcoming canal.

"Oh God, Alan, I never dreamed sex could be that good."

"Nor did I. I'd never even thought about there being more than one way to do it. I guess I'm more than a bit naïve."

"I reckon that the problem for me is that I would never have dreamed of trying anything new, and I suppose Brian is the same. With you, I feel so confident, I'll try anything as long as you'll go along with it."

"Well, I'm a total learner, and I'm all for having fun together."

And that's just what they did. Over the next few days, they tried anything, contorting themselves into some grotesque positions that just finished in collapsed laughter. |However, they still had quite a few inhibitions about parts of their bodies, and anal and oral sex never appeared on their menu. They got into a routine of passing the morning naked on the beach and the afternoon naked on the bed. As a variety, a couple of times they took the TR2 for a drive in the mountain roads inland from the resort, driving more and more quickly on the twisting, narrow, but traffic free roads. They would take a baguette and some pate and a bottle of wine, find a suitable parking place and enjoy lunch, and on one occasion indulging in sex al fresco on the warm grass.

One morning they were having a drink at the beach café when the French couple who they had briefly met at their arrival at the hotel arrived.

"Hello, so you are naturists as well." said the young man.

"Sorry, naturists? We're interested in nature, I suppose, but not especially." replied Bridget.

"Oh, of course, you don't know that in France we call Nudism Naturism. Naturists are people who like living at one with nature, naturally, so that means no clothes. May we joion you, please."

"Of course."

They then introduced themselves. The French couple were married, Christophe and Denise. They had been naturists since their youth, and had met when they were young teenagers at the naturist camp that their parents visited annually. Physically, they could hardly have differed more from Alan and Bridget, who were both tall, fair haired, light skinned and well built, while the French couple were short and slim. Christophe was only about five feet and four inches, while Denise was barely five feet (Barely -- ho, ho, a joke). They were both dark haired and naturally olive skinned, to which a suntan had turned them both a gorgeous milk chocolate. They were in their late twenties.

The conversation naturally turned to the subject of naturism, and Bridget explained how it was an accident for them, but how much they were enjoying being naked.

"It's a bit of an education for us. I'd always thought that nudists were people who spent every weekend having orgies and so on. I was amazed to come her and find that families would be playing together naked in public."

"We belong to a naturist club. We've got a little site in some woodland, and most members have a chalet or a caravan and spend weekends there. We've got a swimming pool and tennis and basket ball courts, and it's just the same as you would find on any camp site, except we don't wear clothes. That's when the weather is nice -- if it's not we wear whatever's appropriate. There are some idiots who'll go naked even when it's wet and cold, but most of us are sensible about it."

"No orgies? How disappointing."

"Not at our club. Mind you, there are some sites which have a bit of a reputation, but that's not only on naturist sites."

This conversation was in a mixture of French and English. The French couple were fluent English speakers, having been taught at a school with a native English speaker as a teacher and later having both worked for a while for an English company. After a while they found they were enjoying each other's company, and they decided to dine together that evening. They enjoyed a pleasant meal -- chosen by Denise, after Bridget suggested that they would take advice on what to eat. As well as choosing the food, Christophe chose the wines, and by the end of the meal they were, to say the least, mellow.

"Why don't we take a couple of bottles up to our room -- we could unlock the connecting doors and sit in the lounge together?"

This seemed a good idea, and they duly carried the bottles and glasses up to the lounge between the too bedrooms, and spread themselves on the two settees, each with his own partner. There was a definite atmosphere of intimacy between them, when Christophe came up with an unexpected suggestion.

"Look, I know we told you there were no orgies on naturist sites, but some places are, shall we say, more relaxed. There's a private beach a few miles up the coast where things are very free and easy. People there are much freer with their behaviour, and there are no rules about who does what and to whom."

"You mean that couples are....doing it on the beach? In public?" said Bridget.

"Well, yes, that's the general idea. Mind you, we haven't been there, but we'd heard about it before we came, and a guy on the beach was talking about it."

"So, are you planning to go there?"

"We'd thought about it, but we haven't quite got the nerve to go on our own."

"And you thought we might come?"

"If you and your wife fancy trying it, I thought we might go together and have a look, we don't have to stay."

"It's time we explained, Alan and I aren't married, in fact I'm his Aunt. My husband can't give me babies and he suggested that I try with Alan. I don't know if it will work, but at least we are enjoying trying. I'm not sure about coming with you, I think we need to talk on our own about it."

"That's fine, how about if we finish the wine, then we'll go to our rooms and meet up for breakfast and see what you've decided."

After they went back to their room, Alan and Bridget just sat and looked at each other for a bit, till Bridget spoke.

"I don't know what it's done to you, but thinking about what they are suggesting has made me feel even more randy than usual. Let's go to bed and do disgusting things to each other."

He didn't reply, just pulled her to her feet and rushed to the bedroom with her where, once again, they made love, hard and fast. Afterwards they lay quietly together, his hand gently stroking the soft curve of her hip. They were both thinking about what it would be like to have sex in public, and watching other people do it. Then a fresh thought crossed her mind.

"You don't suppose they'd expect us to swap partners, do you? Mind you, he might think I'd squash him, there's not much of him. Do you fancy her?"

"I'm quite willing to try, it's up to you. I'm not sure what Brian would think if he knew you were shagging in public, never mind doing it with someone besides me."

"This whole holiday is so mad that I'm up for anything, but you're right, I wouldn't want Brian to know. It's one thing for him to know we went naked on the beach, but this would be a step or two too far."

"Well, I won't tell him if you don't. So are we going to go with them."

"I think I'm leading you astray, but, then, I'm doing that anyway. Let's go and have a look and see how we feel when we get there. Now, the idea has got me going again, is there any life left in this big sausage, and are you going be disgusting again?"

There was, and he did.

Next morning they all met up at breakfast, and agreed that they would go and visit the more permissive beach, and, as the TR2 only had two seats, they piled into the 2CV and Christophe drove them a few miles up the coast till they came to a discreet turning and they bumped down a rough track till they came to a gate. They rang the bell and a man came out from the adjoining cottage. He checked with them that they knew what they were driving towards.

"It's a naturist beach, but you've got to realise that the behaviour there is a lot -- shall I say freer -- than you might be used to. Don't go if you've any objection to seeing people having sex together in public."

When they assured him that they knew what to expect, he took a reasonable sum of money from them, then said he hoped they'd enjoy themselves, and said that there were only two special rules. The first was that children under legal age were totally forbidden, and the second that they must have clear permission before joining in any sexual activities, and reminded them that the laws on rape still apply.

With that advice imparted he opened the gate and directed them where to park, and pointed out the path down to the beach. Once they had parked, they followed the path as instructed, and soon arrived at the sandy beach, which was fringed by pine trees giving welcome shade. As they looked around to find a suitable spot to stay they soon became aware that the behaviour of some of the couples and groups spread among the trees was certainly very different from what they had found on the family beach.

Several of the women were laying down with their legs spread wide, their sex on full display, unlike those on the family beach who usually kept their legs closed. One such woman near to where they were setting up residence was showing off her large vagina lips as her companion was suckling one breast and caressing the other. She was showing her appreciation by gently fondling his large cock, which was visibly hardening under her touch. He looked up and saw the newcomers, and greeted them cheerfully before rolling over between his partner's legs and allowing her to guide his now firm member in between her lips and slowly deep into her pussy.

Needless to say, this display had an effect on Alan and Christophe which was obvious through their shorts, as Denise was quick to notice

"Oh look, Bridget. Our little boys have grown suddenly. I think we ought to relieve them, don't you?"

With that she started to undress, and the other three quickly joined in till they were all naked. They spread out the sand mats that they had brought with them, and Bridget followed Denise's example and lay on her back holding her arms up to Alan, who was only too happy to be pulled down beside her. Any doubts that any of them had had about "performing" in public were quickly forgotten as the two couples began the lovely game of coupling.

Bridget had drawn Alan's head down onto her breast, and, as he suckled her stiffening nipple he felt her hand caressing his half erect cock, which soon sprung into full life. His fingers probed her pussy lips, to find that she was already wet, and he slid his finger deep into her slippery channel, while his thumb rubbed her clitoral hood as he felt the little bump growing firm. There was no doubt that the sight of the fornicating pair next to them had aroused a somewhat surprising lust in Bridget, and she spread her legs wide and pulled him on top of her, and exploded into a fierce orgasm almost as soon as his cock had entered her hot and juicy vagina. She clutched him close to her, and rested on his elbows gazing down at her face as she gasped with the sudden release of tension. When she came down from the high he grinned at her.

"Feel better now?"

"Sorry, I had that all on my own, don't know what came over me. Watching that couple shag sort of turned a tap on, and let out the mucky side of me. Now it's your turn."

"Let's see what we can do together, shall we?"

He began a long, slow movement, doing what he called an internal massage. The idea of having sex in public had excited him, though he had been a little nervous. Now he was totally absorbed in the sensations of two bodies moving against each other, loving the feel of her belly and thighs, and lowering himself so that his chest slid against her ample breasts. In the few days that they had spent together he had soon found that he could control his urge to orgasm, and this time he took his time, sensing her arousal and speeding up his actions till he felt her building up to another orgasm, and, when he felt her vagina starting to clench on his cock, he let himself go, spurting his fluid deep into her just after she had reached her own orgasm.

They relaxed as Alan rolled off Bridget and they turned to see Denise on her hands and knees as Cristophe rammed her from behind, his hands reaching round her to fondle her breast with one and rub her clit with the other. Denise was squealing and, as they watched, Christophe tensed as he jerked his sperm into her, then they collpsed on their sides and began laughing together.

"Well, that's a good start. I never thought I'd want to be fucked in front of other people, especially not on the beach." said Denise. "It's much more fun than I thought it would be."

The others agreed with him, and they decided to go for a swim. While Alan had been practising his foreplay, Bridget had noticed that Christophe had been laying between Denise's legs with his head buried between them and she could see his tongue busily lapping her sex. It had never occurred to her that this might be an option, and thought it was all, a bit smelly down there and had never guessed that it was a smell a man might enjoy. As she walked alongside Denise she asked her 

"Excuse me for being naïve, but is it really nice having a man lick you down there?"

"It's the best, I can't believe you've never done it. My Mum told me about it when I was young, when she was explaining about sex."

"My Mum never told me anything except about periods. I think the French are a lot more open about sex than the British."

"Look, why don't I tell Christophe to do it to you so you can find out how good it is, and perhaps I could teach Alan."

"That sounds like fun." They spent some time in the sea, then lay on the beach enjoying the sun till it got too hot for them and they returned to the shade. After a while spent just chatting and eating the snacks they had brought with them, Denise brought up the delicate subject that she had spoken about with Bridget.

"Christophe, my beloved, Bridget has a question that you might help her to answer. She doesn't know what cunnilingus means, and I've told her I'm sure you'd be only too pleased to show her."

"You don't mind my kissing another woman down below? And do you really want me to, Bridget?"

"Well, it's something I know nothing about, and I'm always ready to learn something new. I'm sure Alan would like to learn how it's done, and Denise says she'll teach him, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Alan?"

"In the interest of research, I'll do anything you say, even if I've no idea what cunnilingus is!"

Christophe and Alan changed places, and Christophe parted Bridget's legs and knelt between them. He leaned forward and started by kissing her breasts and arousing her nipples, then began to kiss his way downwards across her curved belly till he reached her curly bush. He kissed around her hips and the edge of her hair till he came to her thighs. He started with the front and began a slow movement from one leg to the other, gradually moving deeper between them, as she involuntarily spread them wider to give him access. Soon he was licking the groove between her thighs and her outer lips, then, as her arousal grew, he slid his tongue the full length of her vulva, from her anus, across her inner lips, and then t her clitoris. As his lips closed around her clitoral hood and his tongue searched out the little bud hidden within, she erupted into orgasm, her body writhing under his touch, and, as his fingers slid deep into her vagina, she grabbed his head and pulled him hard against her.

"Don't stop now. I want your cock inside me, quickly."

Alan looked at Denise, who, with Alan, was watching the sight of her husband ravaging the English woman. She just smiled, and nodded, and he slid up Bridget's body, stopping only to kiss and bite her nipples, before his very firm cock arrived at her vulva, and after one or two exploratory pokes, it slid into the waiting channel. She felt the difference from Alan who was thicker, but Cristophe's weapon probed even further into her passage, pressing hard against her cervix. He felt her urgency and began thrusting hard and fast into her, and was soon rewarded by the response of her body, her hips rising against him and her vagina walls spasming on him, bringing a rapid reply from him as he locked hard against her, then gave a few final hard thrusts as he jetted his sperm deep into her womb.

Christophe rested on Bridget's body, his slim small body so much lighter than Alan's, but his penetration after he had aroused her so thoroughly had given her the fiercest orgasm of her life. They turned their heads towards their partners, to see that Alan had his head between Denise's legs, and she was instructing him in the gentle art of pussy licking. He had been surprised to find the smell and taste so much more pleasurable than he would have guessed, and he was soon lapping the copious juices that were oozing from her slit.

She pushed his head away, then stood up and bestrode him so that he was gazing up at her glistening pussy. She quickly knelt so that her vulva was just above his face, and he was looking at her closely, taking in the sight of her protruding pink vagina lips, unlike Bridget's which hid coyly inside her outer lips. As she lowered herself further, he found his mouth pressed firmly against her lips, and his tongue began a frantic dance, sweeping along the groove, flirting with entering her vagina, then back to her clitoris, sucking and biting as she had instructed him. His face was now covered in her creamy juice, and he thrust his tongue deep into her passage. Then he felt her move, as she bent forward and he suddenly felt his rigid cock engulfed in her soft mouth, her tongue raking up and down its length, and he started to thrust up into her.

She sensed that he was near to erupting, and she quickly stood, reversed her position, and lowered herself unerringly onto his hard member until she was locked with her pussy lovingly holding his full length. It was her first cock apart from her husband's, and she loved the bigger girth that spread her wide. She began to move, raising and lowering her pussy on his cock, and he responded by thrusting up, meeting her movements. He saw her hand drop to her belly and her fingers were moving rapidly as she rubbed her clitoris. He responded by grasping her small, firm breasts and pulling the flesh forward, his fingers holding her hard nipples till they were fully stretched. She was gasping with pleasure, her head thrown back and, as she sensed he was about to cum she raised herself till his cock was nearly exposed, then dropped down and squeezed him with her pussy as he grabbed her hips and held her firm while he jerked over and over as his juice jetted up towards her waiting womb.

Denise collapsed down onto Alan, and lay gasping on top of him for some time before rolling off as his cock softened and slipped out of her vagina. The two couples lay side by side, all four having experienced some of the best sex of their lives. Eventually they stirred, and wandered down to the sea, the two women with juice running down their legs. After a swim, they dried in the sun, then dressed and left the beach to return to the hotel. They went to their rooms and agreed to meet for dinner at a local restaurant.

After the meal they went for a stroll on the sea front, where they talked over the day's events.

"I hope your exposure to French debauchery wasn't too much for your delicate English sensibilities." said Cristophe.

"I think we'll get over it." replied Bridget "Alan's a bit young to be disgusted and I haven't had such fun in ages. What do you propose we do to finish off the day?"

"Well, that bed in your room is huge, how about all going and playing games together?"