All right, I guess it was my fault, as it was my idea that got us into the situation that ended with me getting fucked by a complete stranger and both of us experiencing sex that we had never had before.
No longer in our youth we prefer restful holidays in the warm. This time we were in the south of France as Billy was going to retire before long and we were considering buying a holiday home in the area. We were staying in a very nice hotel out of town and while it had its own pool it was only a short walk through the sand dunes to a lovely sandy beach which we much preferred. Our room was in fact a small self-contained chalet, one of a number in the hotel grounds which gave us privacy away from the noise of other guests in the corridors at night and in adjoining rooms.
Day 1. Friday.
It was our first full day so we were up late and were among the last to breakfast, and the dining area was fairly empty. After a leisurely meal we went back to our chalet to collect our beach gear and made our way out of the hotel and off to the beach. It was a Friday, a lovely warm day, not too hot, with a gentle breeze coming in off the Med. Being early season and a weekday the beach wasn't crowded so we found a spot at the top of the beach against a dune and settled down.
In the afternoon a few more people turned up but it was still not crowded. Billy pointed out to me that quite a number of the women were topless and some were totally naked, as were some of the men. I had already noticed but wasn't surprised as this was the south of France where such things are quite normal. It wasn't as though it was a nudist beach, just people being natural and enjoying the freedom.
Given that it was our first day, even though we had been using the sun cream we weren't going to stay too long so we packed up and went back to our hotel. After a rest we went to dinner which was excellent and then we took a table in the bar to have a drink and watch the entertainment.
As we were on holiday our drink turned into two and then another. As we loosened up the conversation turned to the beach and the people who had been naked. We are not nudists, but not prude either. Billy is a bit of an exhibitionist like most men and enjoys walking about in the altogether, his willy swinging about as he moves.
I like his willy, it is probably only 'normal' size, somewhere between six and seven inches when angry, but it is quite fat with it so I always feel filled when he is inside me. He has 'old man's balls' which hand down in his sack and also swing about as he moves (and, incidentally, bang against me when we fuck). He was not sure about taking his kit off in public though, and neither was I, especially as I wear a one-piece swimsuit so just being topless wasn't really an option. We went back to our chalet without really having decided, not that we were trying to make a decision, as we had really only been having a chat about the situation.
Day 2. Saturday.
Another lovely day, and as we didn't want to sit on the beach in the hot sun of the afternoon we went there earlier, planning to use the afternoon to look around the area as a start of looking at what sort of properties there might be, and prices. As we walked through the dunes the beach was busier than the day before and judging from the voices all speaking French, these were locals all out to enjoy the early season sun.
We settled down in our same spot and watched as the beach filled up with happy people and families with children all enjoying themselves. A lady came out of the dunes just where we were sitting and she was carrying a load of beach gear. She moved off to one side and we got the impression we were in 'her' space though she made no point of it and she set all her stuff down a little further along.
She was a mature lady, perhaps not as old as us, maybe in her 50's and tall and slim with medium length brunette hair. Having set her stuff down she proceeded to take off her dress revealing a colourful set of underwear, or it could have been a bikini. She started to apply sun cream smoothing it all over her body and I noticed Billy was watching her as surreptitiously as he could. That entertainment over, we went back to our reading and sunbathing and I wondered if there was a bit more of a bulge than usual in the front of his swimming trunks -- of the boxer short variety, not Speedo's, as he likes the freedom to 'move around' in them.