It was crystal clear. Something was going on in our minds. People say a naturist resort is only for people who enjoy spending time in nature and seaside in the nude, and sex is not something to think about, to talk about; like they also say there is much more "sexual tension" on textile beaches where women can wear sexy tiny bikinis.

Maybe the latter might be true, but for the rest, all I can say is that this is not the case for us because we had strong sexual feelings during our stay!

Of course, you have families with kids and people for whom sex is the last thing on their mind, but why would there not be people present, just like on "clothes-resorts," who love sex like us?

In the first parts of the story, you could read that I was very fast in changing behavior from a shy person who was not sure if I could even spend 1 minute naked among strangers, to someone who doesn't want to wear clothes or bikinis at all, especially in public. On the contrary, after Christian gave me "carte blanche," I enjoyed playing and teasing others, especially younger men, who gave me attention with their eyes.

I did not need much encouragement from my boyfriend to show off, tease guys with my discovery of being an exhibitionist, who is ready to risk and search for her limits, and eventually stretch them. I could not stop talking about it, and Christian said I'm a natural!'

What kind of things made us so horny there, I asked myself? We have known each other long enough, and it's not that we never had sex before.

To start with, all the little things going on in our mind, little things like me, wondering what Christian is really thinking, now that I get all the attention, now he knows about my feelings between my legs, now that I clearly dropped, not only my clothes but also my limiting thoughts and borders. And I guess the same was happening with Christian. 

I fired a lot of questions in his direction, since for him it was not the first time he had visited a naturist resort. He was in France a few times several years ago, and I wondered about that time and especially the woman who joined him: "Did she behave the same as me?"

He made me proud when I heard his ex wasn't as enthusiastic as I was, and less playful when they were visiting naked resorts. They also experienced exhibitionistic behavior, but not as actors but more as voyeurs. He said he tried to encourage her to do some "naughty but harmless stuff," but she was not responding, and that's okay, of course, everybody has their own kind of desires. 

I know Christian by now as someone very supportive. Yes, he tries to inspire me sexually, mostly indirectly, to do or experience special and unusual things (for example, bringing me to a naked resort before telling me about it). On the other hand, he will never push or give me a bad feeling if I don't want to.

One of the nice memories I have from my first stay at this naked resort is that every morning, I looked forward to going to the food truck that brought fresh vegetables and fruits every day. Two young local guys, not belonging to the staff that worked in the resort, arrived every day to serve their naked clients. I was always spending a lot of time checking the quality before picking or ordering what I wanted. Christian found it so hot to observe me playing and showing off my tits to them. 

Some days, I wrapped a small, colorful sarong around my waist, looking like a girl from Hawaii with naked, joyful tits. I caught myself as much in front of my mirror in the camper, to check myself, before stepping out in "naturist style" for doing simple veggie shopping, as when I do when I get dressed for going out for dinner. 

My boyfriend already got aroused in the morning when I asked him playfully for confirmation:

"Is it okay like this, babe, wearing my sarong with an open split in the front?" 

"Hmmm, I think you might want to roll it up a bit shorter," he advised me. 

"You are right, it looks more sexy, doesn't it?" 

"Sure, you better can't hide your little bush for the greengrocers!

The knot of the sarong I wear was not at the side as where it supposed to be, as usual, but I made sure to wear it in the middle, just below my belly button, so through the wide split of the sarong they can always see my triangle black pubic - a nice clean trimmed little bush with not too long, wild curly hair.

Christian says this way it's more sexy than naked, but most days I was only wearing my sandals with little heels — heels I always need to wear, to gain some height because I don't have those long legs. Think heels are almost the only footwear I have: shoes, open or closed with heels, sandals with heels, slippers with little heels, and even my All Stars sneakers have heels. 

Naked or not, I also continued to give attention to some small, detailed parts of decoration: always earrings, multiple bracelets, anklets, and some cheap but fancy-looking double waist chains that give nice accents to my flat, tanned belly. Those things I only took off to go to bed or before a swim, and of course, my beautifully manicured fingers and toenails in striking colors.

Christian said seeing me wearing heels naked in public is a totally new dimension for him, especially when he watches me from a few meters away while I do our groceries and converse with other men. I like it when some men don't hide that they like me! I noticed how they make my nipples change shape from soft light to dark and hard. Giving me the right looks or some hot comments or simply body language like guys do with a whistle, or a lick of their tongue over their lips when they see I react and smile at them. 

Like men getting an erection, it is not a secret that guys know that the changing shape of my nipples, especially in warm weather, shows how they turn me on pretty much, just like I hope I can turn them on in return! It was true, I loved the fresh food and vegetables they displayed, but I also loved the special attention I attracted and got from those two exotic men. 

After the first time I went to their truck, I noticed they recognized me from the day before and started conversations with me. I never saw them talking with other clients, and I felt their chit-chat had a reason: to keep me in front of them as long as possible. I went back every day, even if it was to buy only one tomato! It gave me a reason to ride my bike naked, looking for a fresh thrill of exposing myself. 

Also, other crazy things happened... and I think those kinds of things only happen to you if you are open to it, some call it "the law of attraction"!.

For example, one day, it was late in the afternoon, and I was inside our camper when Christian noticed a tall, athletic guy coming to our spot. Christian asked me to come out and have a look. I recognized him from somewhere before and was almost sure he was one of the guys watching me when I showed off for the young butcher (part 1). His behavior was "strange"... what was he doing here? He only had his sunglasses and a cap on his head, but was obviously looking for something - or was it someone? Christian told me I might have an admirer... 

I thought at first he was joking, but he was right. I kept eye contact with the guy while we faced each other naked and did not say one word. Then he just left after less than a minute. I thought he was gone, but he was just making a circle and came back from the other side doing the same: not hiding at all and watching me, but did not make any sign to get in contact or to talk. 

All he did was start to take his dick in his hand and rub it slowly. I think he made that circle around the camper first to check on other people. This was weird for me, but I did not complain; after all, I did something similar when he was watching me, so he was maybe trying out something. 

Standing there with my hands on my waist, I was striking a pose like: "Okay, here I am!" and "Do you like what you see?"

He still did not talk; maybe he did not speak English. Guess Christian and I were too taken by surprise to react, but because we were not chasing him, he continued, and we witnessed his cock getting up. I looked at Christian and Christian at me and then back to the wanking guy, who, apparently, felt more and more comfortable in front of our camper. 

Our neighbors were away, so it was only for us that he put on a show. He didn't look at Christian at all, ignored him completely, like he wasn't there. He started to wank harder now.

Again, I looked at Christian, who had grown his little cock to a more average size as well now.  I went down to sit on the step stool we used to go in and out of the camper, started to massage my tits, touching my nipples, and my other hand found a willing pussy that loved to be played with. Christian and I had simultaneous masturbation moments before, but of course, only between us in our bedroom. 

Are we two exhibitionists together or two voyeurs? Think a bit of both! Christian was definitely the voyeur most of the time, although I saw he also started to touch himself, getting excited by the new show of two horny people, of which one of them was his girlfriend.

Suddenly, the guy started making noises after minutes of complete silence with no other sound than his hand going back and forward over his attractive dick. Now, in my mind, I started to fantasize that I was getting up to go over to him to start sucking his cock!  My fantasy imploded when he exploded! He shot with a deep moaning sound, his load in his own hand, catching most but not all liquid. 

This time, feeling more secure in our own little environment at the camper, I didn't let go of the vibration I had built up so far, and when Christian looked at me, he knew I would go on until I could cum. I got an inexplicably strong urge to let the guy see how I finish, and that is what I did. 

My fingers moved faster and faster, and I started shaking and moving and cramping my legs and feet when my orgasm hit me. I kept my breath, trying not to scream like I usually do, but couldn't help moaning. Seconds later, Christian shot his load on the grass without making any sound at all.  

Such a crazy situation, impossible to explain! Anyway, all these unfolding new situations made it impossible for us NOT to think about sex. The guy disappeared, and we only saw him again one time, an evening at the bar, where he sat with his wife or girlfriend.  We winked at each other, and that was it. We dropped onto the bed inside to process what happened, kissed each other passionately, and fell asleep for a nap.  

In the years after my first encounter with this "wanker" we met more of these guys during other visits to naked beaches. So apparently, he was not such an unexpected and unique figure as I first thought. And me? Masturbating in front of strangers? It gave me such a high level of satisfaction that it would not be the last time!   

Later that same day, we went for an evening dip at the nature pool, and that was a challenge. Christian got horny all the time and tried not to get a hard-on, tried not to think about anything sexual. He confided that it was almost impossible.

Watching me naked and then seeing me teasing that dressed "ice-cream-boy" again at the bar I was already very familiar with (to read about that in part 2) always challenged him. 

Several times, I noticed he did not succeed, because my boyfriend has a small cock when he is flaccid, and therefore difficult to hide when he is aroused. His "grower" betrayed him every time, again and again, and I found it exciting to see him "getting alive and in trouble". 

"I see your soldier is waking up again!" I teased him to make it even more difficult to relax his cock. 

"Shhht! Please...," he begged me with a whispering voice. 

It was after 7 pm, still warm and sunny, and the few families were leaving, and Christian said he wanted to make love to me NOW! He was so horny that he did not care about the other couple lying on the pool chairs, only 10 meters away from us. According to him, they were just waiting, like us, to make love. 

I liked his way of thinking and was also horny. I also wouldn't mind getting into action there, but at that time, I still did not dare to tell him, afraid and shy of what he might think of me. Showing off is one thing; having sex in the open is something else, especially if you don't know how others might react. 

Again, I saw him turn his face down to hide his erection. The bartender said his job finishes at 8, so I said with a hesitant voice that we could have another try when he leaves. Christian gave me a horny look that explained enough. But we had to cancel our naughty idea again because some families passed by, so no sex, and in a way, I felt disappointed.

We had a short ride with the bikes to have a look around for some hidden area, but we were looking at the wrong side of the bay. So no other choice but to retreat in our camper. As you know, we don't have to take our clothes off, so we jumped on the bed for a hot evening where words and exchanging what we were thinking and feeling gave us energy to go on and on. 

I saw all corners of the camper and tried to compensate for the missing out of having sex outdoors, with some good and new fucking positions that are only possible inside a camper with a big bed up high against the ceiling, or on the little table and seats.

Our neighbors already knew we do "regular exercise" because I am pretty loud when having sex. I cannot enjoy fully when I need to be silent, and since nobody knows us there and with only a few adults left and right of us, I did not care too much. All I did was close the windows to temper at least a bit of the noise.

The next day, all we could think of was: how and when to have sex in the open? 

The first idea we had was to do it on one of the fixed wooden rafts floating as a platform in front of the beach.

One was farther in the sea, so we swam up to that one. I must say we had a nice time on the raft! I took initiative and started to stroke his dick while he was sitting in front of me. He started a long French kiss, and his hands went over my boobs with hard nipples, first from the water that was not warm enough for me, then because of excitement. 

As long as he sat in front of me, people who eventually watched us could only guess what was going on, because I could hide myself entirely behind him. 

The sun was adding heat, and before we knew it, we were in a discrete 69-position. Discrete coz now he was lying on his side with his back towards the beach. We went on for a while, but were limited in our moves because it's not like you are at home. So not too many up and down movements. 

Despite the limitations, the feeling was fantastic and exciting, also because of the possibility of getting caught; doing everything in "slow motion" to keep our actions unnoticed and our ears concentrated on the sound of the water to hear if nobody else was approaching.

Now and then, I watched over his body to see if anybody paid too much attention. I felt pretty safe and went on with some oral fun - giving and receiving. The taste of his pre-cum was mixed with the salty water, and I guessed my pussy was offering the same salty seafood taste to him.  

We did not have full sex there, but you don't need the whole menu every time to get real satisfaction and to savour the moment. The raft gave us a good place for some nice, juicy foreplay. We felt in seventh heaven after our first open-air. One minute later, several other naked swimmers climbed on the raft - so right on time! 

We stayed there, floating on the few square meters with the others, to tan a bit and relax after our little naughty adventure.

And of course, always checking if and how the male swimmers gaze at me - and the more they do, the better I feel. I never saw so many naked men in my life. Only the cocks of a few boyfriends and my brother, when we were younger, had been exposed to me. I enjoyed this opportunity to check and compare shapes and sizes.

I also compared myself to other women, and my self-confidence grew day by day. 

I asked Christian about one little detail: I noticed a few women with completely shaved pussies and wondered what he preferred and why. 

"I like to watch bald pussies and find it sexy," he said with a little blush on his face. 

"What if I get a completely shaved pussy, baby? Would you like that?"

"Sure, I would love it," answered Christian without hesitation.

"Oh, then I think I will do it - or maybe first create a little Brazilian landing strip and see from there?" I wondered out loud.

"Fine by me, just be aware that if you go completely bald that you will have to deal with some consequences". 

"Consequences? Like what?" I asked him.

"Well, you will have a lot more attention from the other men when they see a bald Asian pussy!" 

"Really???? Oh, then I know what I will do!" I said with a horny expression on my face.

The next day, I decided to go for it. Christian took the pleasure of helping me shave. We took our time and did not leave one little hair! I was already getting wet during the shaving process that turned out to be a horny little event. Christians' dirty talk about how I will look extra sexy and hot for strangers made me drip. 

"I feel you get so excited, babe - I know you will enjoy showing off your fresh-shaved little cunt."

He was right! I wondered if the food-truck guys would notice the difference, or the ice-cream boy, or our neighbors? I couldn't wait to get out of our camper to expose and put myself on display again, and felt truly even more naked than the day before!  I was proud of my tight, bald little pussy and planned to make a lot of walks along the beach to flaunt it. 

Since that day, I haven't used the shower and toilet in the camper any longer. I preferred to go out and stroll towards the public restrooms and showers to be as exposed to as many men as possible. 

It was probably my imagination, but I felt, especially on the beach, that more of them watched me or made efforts to stroll around and near me. I couldn't resist, from time to time, touching myself between my legs to feel that smooth skin that was so new to me. No more playing with my fingers, making curls. I guess I will let it grow back for wintertime. 

For many women, this is the most normal thing in the world, but for me, revealing myself like this for the first time as an adult woman with a completely shaved pussy was a very special experience. The fact that I was still in the minority at that moment made it even more exciting.

Now that there was no more pubic hair between my legs, it was also more exciting to sit with my knees up, while having them wide open. Daring to show off my naked body in this way gave me a sense of pride and rising sexual self-esteem. 

Since my confidence went through the roof, I welcomed moments when Christian was doing things on his own. A few times, he went snorkeling with our neighbor, which I also like to do, but I can't do it for so long like them; I just get bored after 15 minutes.  When I knew he was away for at least one hour, I took my bike to explore. 

I checked on some nice little gift shops, cheap Charlie jewelry shops, and clothes (lol) shops that I wanted to have a look at, while knowing Christian is not interested in them. The difference was, since those were not restaurants or food-stores, I didn't need to get dressed and could visit them like Eve of Eden, my preferred dress code!  

I always paid attention not to leave without my accessories, my way to give a "finishing touch" on a naked body. So subconsciously or perhaps more consciously, I was looking for opportunities to show off by myself and have interesting, and who knows, exciting encounters without Christian.  

Have to say, it occurred to me that the people staying at the naked resort were always very friendly to me. I was even more outgoing with others here than I was used to in my hometown or during a traditional holiday trip. Maybe it was because I was naked all the time?

I bought a few new bracelets and anklets, put them on right away, and went back to my bike. While I was adjusting the mini-towel, the size of a handkerchief I used on my saddle to make it pleasanter to sit on, a guy approached me. He said he just arrived and asked me a few things about where this is and that. Luckily, I could help him out in English; I think he was Dutch. 

Assuming this would be a short conversation, I already got on my saddle, was holding the handlebars, one foot up on a pedal, and my other leg stretched down to enable my toes to touch the ground, trying to keep the bike in balance. I explained where he could find what he needed, using one arm to point him in the right direction. 

It struck me that he looked at me in a way a kid looks when he gets his surprise present on his birthday! He didn't succeed in keeping his eyes on my face. He alternated his look between my tits and bald pussy, exposed and a bit spread on my saddle, due to my "starting to bike" position. 

I saw he was obviously enjoying the close view. I smiled at him for those few seconds he looked up, to let him know I was aware he was staring. There it was again! The tingling feeling I sensed was going strong in my pussy that I couldn't ignore, telling me it was time to seize the moment! 

It was I who didn't want him to stop or go away, so I stammered while repeating unnecessarily the same explanation, as if my first attempt wouldn't be enough for him to understand. I turned my knee, at the side where I had my foot on the pedal, in his highest position, to the outside to show the man I am welcoming him to watch and enjoy my little spread cunt unabashedly and with impunity. I looked down at my own slit and then to him, when I shocked myself, hearing me asking with a bragging tone:

"Do you like what you see?" My inhibitions seemed to be less strong without the presence of Christian! 

"Well, I am quite surprised. Maybe it is my lucky day, but I can't deny you have great assets!"

Wow, he handled that very well - guess a lot of Dutch guys are like that: sounding confident and just not too arrogant! He put one hand on my handlebars and seized the moment himself:

"What if we go for a drink, so I can thank you for your help?" - and while he said that, he looked again unashamedly at my pussy.

"Well, that is nice of you. I was just about to go to the Chaka bar myself!" I babbled, knowing I wasn't planning to go for a drink at all. 

He started walking, with me riding next to him. - The bar was only a few hundred meters away from us, and being a tall guy with large strides, we arrived quickly. During his walk, I saw his cock swinging, unlike Christian's small, flaccid dick, this one didn't need to grow to stand out. 

It's hard not to think about sex when the goods are just right in front of you, especially when you know the "owner" just gave you unmistakable signals! 

He bought me a drink, a glass of cold rosé, and asked me out. Was I with family, because he was, bla bla, the usual stuff. His wife was unpacking in a bungalow they rented, together with their two kids.

I told him I was with my boyfriend, and we stayed in our camper on the other side of the resort. Then he surprised me: he told me he saw me going into the store and just waited for me to appear again, and when he saw me getting on my bike, he couldn't resist coming to me. He didn't need that information, because like every visitor, they had a map of the resort with all the details!

I did not see that coming! 

"Am I wrong, or were you showing off your pussy to me intentionally? Because of your question, if I liked what I saw, can also be interpreted as a remark on my indecent behavior?"

I blushed, lifted my shoulders as if to say, "I don't know," but it didn't make sense, so I admitted it turns me on. 

"I like that. I wish my wife were a bit more daring like you. It definitely spices up someone's life!"

Before I knew it there was a second glass of wine while he started a second beer. 

"Oh, thanks, but after this one I need to go back." 

"Yeah, me too, guess they are wondering where I am - but that is the advantage of running around without a phone". 

The second glass gave me extra time to watch his cock, so close to me I could touch him! The head was exposed since it was cut, which made it more attractive to me.

"You like what you see?" he suddenly said to me.

I was caught staring, just like him before, and answered simply:

"Yes!"

There was some more flirting after that, and I let it happen because it was just good fun!

When we parted, he pulled me a bit close via a hand on my ass and kissed me on my cheek. He asked if we could meet up again.

"Why not, maybe in the evening at the bar again with Christian, my boyfriend".

He said ok, but I saw he was a bit disappointed that I would bring Christian, and in the end, we didn't have that double date. 

I went back, had a swim, then dinner at the camper, and before going to bed, we had the last task of the day. I told Christian it was his turn to get his cock shaved. He thought it was a good idea, it would show people we are a couple! 

I followed Christian to the public showers, where they still had, even though everybody is naked everywhere (except shops and restaurants, remember?) separated restrooms for men and women. It was very calm and quiet, and then we started to shave his cock and his balls.

He got more than semi-hard hard, and it was so much fun, I didn't care if other men came in and out - I was naked, so I complied with the main rule! I sat crouched in front of him, holding his dick up, soaping and shaving him. Two guys came in and made jokes right away:

"Oh didn't know this was a hair salon - I could use some help to get shaved!"

"Me too," said nr 2.

"Just follow the queue," I said while looking up at Christian. 

"Sorry, but we don't have time," my boyfriend said

"Yes, we do! We don't have other appointments anymore, darling!"

I was clearly joking, but at the same time, thinking it would be hot helping them out! I was happy with the result and noticed my boyfriend's cock looked bigger now without his pubic hair. I liked that he did not have a lot of body hair either, which, in my opinion, is a perfect match now with his shaven cock. 

On the way back to the camper, I showed him my new purchases and told him, in detail, about my encounter with the Dutch guy. 

"How did you sit on your bike?" Christians asked.

"I'll show you," and copied exactly the moment, not forgetting to put one knee out at 3 o'clock and the other just reaching the grass. 

"Oh, that's daring! Your cunt opens up a bit to show her pinky inside!" Christian stammered.

"You think I was exaggerating, baby?" I asked him while putting, with a childish look, a finger between my lips (of my mouth ;-) )

"Guess the Dutch guy was lucky, and buying you a few glasses of wine shows he thought it was worth it!" 

"So you think this is a good position to have more chats with guys I meet on the road?" I continued our little role play. 

"For sure," Christian confirmed. "I think it's the only way possible from now on - who knows how many glasses of wine you will earn??"

This light dirty talk involving other men made me hot and horny, and I think I did not spend too many hours in the resort with a dry pussy!