We walked through the lobby, Roni dallied to say "Au revoir" to the guy at the desk whose name was Gilles apparently, and I had a moment to soak in the scene. The lobby was spacious with a tall ceiling upon which spun large fans that were surely decorative to judge by the precise air temperature that pervaded the hotel. There were plenty of guests, here a smartly dressed man and smart looking naked woman with dazzling earrings, hair tied up into a high ponytail. If I hadn't seen her companion, I could tell by how she presented herself that they were going somewhere fancy even if she was, as I was, as Roni was, completely naked. Her skin was glowing, perhaps she had spent some time behind some milky walls earlier today, Her breasts small like mine but she was taller, I could tell, with long elegant limbs. At another table two young women chatting, they were a little scruffier, both of them with hair in messy buns, but they had a funky style about them, one of them dark skinned with a cute button nose and ample behind, the other a pale slim brunette with an impressive pair of boobs that bounced as she laughed. Their companions joined them, two guys with cargo pants and t-shirts. I guess they were going to hit the bars later, I doubt they were headed for any of the island's Michelin-starred restaurants.
Roni had finished her pleasantries with Gilles and it was time for her to show me the town. She led me through the garden to the main entrance. We walked across the grass which was wet from a recent sprinkling. It felt lovely to the touch. Little pleasures like this were apparently normal life here. I wondered whether we needed to catch a cab but Roni's recommendation was to walk, and once again she was right, it was a lovely winding series of streets down the hill through the old town to le Marché des Fleurs, the Flower Market as the main Square in Ville-Colette was called. It was a lovely place, pretty stucco-lined houses, flat stone paved streets that were easy on bare feet. I saw women lean out the windows to water their flowers, middle aged women and older with impressively proud breasts. I don't know whether there was something in the diet or on the air but every boob I saw here would easily pass the pencil test. There was a couple walking their dog, a cute little labrador pup, canine and woman gratefully free of clothes, only the man stiffly confined within his starchy shirt and pants. They stopped to let two young women say hello to the little puppy, one a slim asian girl, her hair tied into a tight raven bun, the other a curly redhead with a cute thick bob cut. She had a tiny waist but big boobs and a shapely derriere liberally covered in freckles. The asian girl engaged the couple in conversation while her friend bent over to ruffle the happy dog's head. She was facing away from us and I could see literally everything. Not only her pink slit and inner labia but her actual asshole. Roni noticed my surprised reaction.
"That's completely normal here. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. You'll find that it is liberating never having to worry about covering parts of your body."
Something about what she said rang a chord deep within. I remembered back in the early days of my relationship with Terry when I used to go around with no knickers on just for him. I was terrified to bend over, always worried my skirt would ride up, never comfortable going up stairs. Looking back it was genuinely stressful and here was this cute pretty girl blithely displaying her asshole to the whole street completely unconcerned. My boobs, my bum, my bald vag, my actual pussy lips were there, fully visible for any passers-by to see. So what if they saw more? It was liberating. I took a deep breath of fresh Coletta air. It felt amazing to be here.
We descended into the square which had an array of market stalls, cafe tables, areas with shade provided by tall trees and people passing through, tourists and locals alike. It was like a scene on the Côte d'Azur apart from the one detail that every male was clothed and every female was naked and, the odd tourist apart, barefoot. There was a group performing Capoeira in the middle of the square circled by spectators. The men in the group wore long white flared trousers with coloured sashes and slim vests. The women were naked, of course, but each had a smaller coloured sash tied around a bicep. the colour indicated which level each capoeirista had reached. One girl, her dark blonde hair tied into a long ponytail which whipped around as she moved, was clearly the most accomplished. She was slim and sleek, as she kicked her legs over, she offered a complete view of her pussy, I noted she had thick lips which only briefly parted when her leg reached maximum elevation before she swept it down over her opponent. She was tanned, lithe with piercing blue eyes and, all the way through her performance, a smile on her face, Determination never leading to a grimace. I was in awe and couldn't stop staring at her. After the performance they came around the crowd with baskets that had an electronic looking handle. The Capoeirista stood in front me me and was even more beautiful at rest, her small breasts heaved as she caught her breath.
"That was amazing, you are incredible."
"Obrigada, er, I mean thank you."
She corrected herself into English for me and introduced herself as Thais. Her accent was delightful. We looked at each other for a moment and I felt something between us, a slight charge of electricity. She played with her ponytail in an endearingly girlish way at odds with the warrior I had just glimpsed in action. I stammered out my name and Roni's, she looked me over, up and down and took in all of my body. It felt good and couldn't stop smiling, she smiled back and looked even more attractive. There was a brief pause and then Roni came over to break the spell and tapped her bangle on the electronic handle for me. No females carried cash here so all buskers had some form of electronic device for payment. Thais seemed very happy with Roni's tip. I noticed she had removed the coloured sash from her upper arm. Even though it covered nothing of note, the custom for even minimal pieces of fabric such as this was to only "wear" them for specific sporting or performance purposes.
"You are from Brazil?"
"I'm actually from Portugal, but I spent time in Brazil before coming here."
"How do you like it here?"
"Oh, it is the best. I never want to leave. Are you new here?"
"I just arrived today."
"You will love it, I know."
"I'm actually passing through, St. Jeanne is my destination."
"Oh, St. Jeanne is amazing, I just love the vibe there. You have to try the caipirinhas at Mama Gomes' it's just on Plage Treuil on the west coast."
"Can confirm. They are the best!"
Roni interjected. Thais moved to continue around the crowd but paused again.
"Hey, if you guys like caipirinhas, there's a new place a friend of mine has opened up at the end of the port, just by the ferry terminal. We're going there later on, maybe we'll see you."
"That would be great."
I watched her move her way around and marvelled at her slinky silhouette. There was something instinctively appealing about her and I was determined to make it to her friend's bar later, no matter what else happened.
"Come on, let's get some food. There's a really nice tapas place just a few streets this way. Le Marché is lovely but it's a bit of a tourist trap. The food is overpriced and mediocre at best."
I looked around and it became obvious that the only locals were sitting at small cafe tables with a little aperitif or coffee. The only ones having food were clearly tourists. Once again I was indebted to Roni's local knowledge. She led me down a narrow street leading away from the square, I had the opportunity to admire her figure from behind. She was petite but had this inner strength to her, her ass jiggled invitingly as she walked but when she stood still, legs apart, her glutes appeared rock hard. She turned to me, her green hair swishing and exposing the buzzed under cut section, a cheeky smile on her face as if she had mischief in mind.
We arrived at this hole in the wall place that had these wooden barrels for tables placed on the street outside, just about leaving enough room for passersby. At one was a couple, she had lovely glowing pale skin, well protected from the sun, she was lithe with a flat toned tummy, and an impressive rack. She had dark brown hair in this stylish Louise Brooks fringed bob. He was distinguished looking, platinum beard, white polo, beige slacks, drivers moccasins, she was younger than him but on close inspection, I could see, not young enough to be his daughter. As if to confirm this, she leaned forward, her heavy breasts perilously close to their repast, to kiss him full on the mouth. He held her face gently with one hand and protected her boobs from the food with the other, or perhaps protected his food from her boobs. I wouldn't say she was drunk but she certainly seemed in good spirits even at this early stage of the evening. He couldn't keep his hands from her, on her thigh, by her waist, fingers interlocked. They seemed like a couple very much in love. Terry had never looked at me, the way he looked at her. Roni caught me looking.
"Missing your boyfriend?"
"Oh no, not in the slightest, quiet the contrary in fact."
