If you did not read part 1 and 2, I suggest you do that first to better understand the situation and my personality.
It was crystal clear, there was something going on in our minds. People say a naturist resort is only for people that enjoy spending time in nature and sea-side 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 that was not sure if I could even spend 1 minute naked among strangers, to someone that 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 new discovery of being an exhibitionist, that is ready to risk and search for her limits and eventually stretch them. I could not stop talking about it and Christian said I am 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 think 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 visited a naturist resort. He was in France a few times several years ago, and I wondered about that time and especially the woman that joined him: "did she behave the same like me?" etc, etc.
He made me proud when I heard his ex wasn't so enthusiastic like me and less playful when they were visiting naked resorts. They also experienced exhibitionistic behavior but not as actors and 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 his own kind of desires.
I know Christian by now and know he is 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 is that every morning I was looking forward to going to the open truck, bringing fresh vegetables and fruits. 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 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, isn'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 finger and toe nails 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 conversing with other men. I like it when some men don't hide they fancy 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 for men getting an erection, it is not a secret that guys know that the changing shape of my nipples, especially in warm weather, show 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.
For example, one day, it was late in the afternoon, I was inside our camper when Christian noticed a tall athletic guy coming on 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 (part1). 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...