This is a true story of my first visit to a nudist resort.
In the South West of France there is a town called Agde and on the coast near it is the village of Cap D'Agde, on the edge of this is the Naturist Village. If you haven't heard of Cap D'Agde, do a quick search on the web, you will be amazed. It is a large resort with bars, nightclubs, hotels, shops, banks, apartments, campsite and a two mile long beach and everyone is completely naked. Thousands of people walking around in the nude most of the time.
I stumbled across it on the web and resolved to go there one day and in 2011 I eventually did. Now, I'd never been to a nude beach before, in fact I'd never been naked with anyone except my various partners or in the locker room but here I was in my early forties planning on going to this resort on my own. I didn't take accommodation in the resort, instead I booked two nights accommodation just a few hundred yards along the road just in case I was overwhelmed by the initial experience.
Having parked my car at the hotel I gathered my beach things together and started the short walk to the resort. I was feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I felt I was about to do something a bit shameful and a bit naughty. On arrival, the first thing I discovered was that the whole place is fenced off and you can't get in without a pass - I'd read this but wasn't sure if it applied across the board - it did. Not to worry, there's a pedestrian entrance and just next to it is the ticket booth. I nervously approached and asked for a 3 day pass as I hoped to visit on each of the days I was there. I had to produce my passport and pay about 20 euros and was given a pass, turns out to be a weekly one as they didn't do 3 day passes.
So there I was, standing outside the resort with a pass to get in and literally at the final point of no return. I swiped the pass, the gate opened and I entered the resort. I wasn't sure what I expected but this wasn't it, I seemed to be in the car park, which I was. The pedestrian entrance takes you in to the back corner of one of the small car parks and you have the option of walking through it or turning right and passing a number of shop fronts - the back of the same ones I passed on the outside when heading to the ticket booth.
Also, there was no naked people, in fact there were no people! It was about 1pm, so most were on the beach but I didn't work that out until later. I walked the 75 yards or so through the car park and came out the other side in sight of the marina and here I saw my first (ever) naturists. A few single people, mainly men, and a few couples. All of the men were nude apart from flip flops and so were about half the women, the other half had a see through wrap tied around their waist with their breasts exposed and their pussy visible when they walked. At last, I thought I was in the right place at least.
Now, it's important to say here that I was looking at people who were all at least 30 years old and none of them could be classed as supermodels. However, as far as the women were concerned, they all exuded an air of confidence that being nude in public can give you, they were all lovely to look at in their own way and none of them attempted to cover up at all. As for the men, I didn't really look too closely but they too seemed happy with themselves and none were running around sporting erections.
I wasn't entirely sure where I was going but I moved closer to the marina, taking the wide path where the boats are on one side and a row of bars and shops on the other, thinking I was heading towards the beach (which I was but I had some way to go). I also started to feel a bit self conscious of the fact that everyone was either naked or pretty much naked and I still had on my T-Shirt and shorts. I stopped at a bench, put down my bag, took of my T-Shirt, took a deep breath and then dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. Apart from a pair of sandals I was totally naked and standing in the middle of a street. Now, I'm not usually difficult to miss, I'm 6 foot 2 inches, 180 pounds and not unattractive in my own way but no one gave me a second look, they didn't all rush up to me and examine me, they didn't point and laugh, they just carried on as though it was natural and normal, which in this place it was.
It took about 20 seconds for me to breath properly and then relax, this felt great, there I was completely naked and looking at other naked people. The one thing I was not worried about was getting a hardon, over 40 now I need to coax my 7 inches to full size more often than not.
I now wanted to explore a bit. I walked on a little way and passed a cafe/bar with lots of people sitting outside enjoying a drink, again, all naked or with short coverings tied at the waist. They were people watching and for the only time during my visit I felt as though everyone's eyes were on me. They weren't, it was just my paranoia really.
I followed the road on and stumbled across a small shopping mall that I had to go through to get to the beach. This was too good an opportunity to miss, a chance to shop in the nude. I went into the Spar grocery shop and stocked up with water and snacks and then paid the young woman on the till. Staff aren't nude so it did feel a bit weird to be standing with my cock and balls out as I paid for my stuff - exhilarating though.
On leaving the mall I continued on and arrived at the beach, what a sight, very large and very long it was dotted with naked people lying on towels and sun loungers. Mainly in couples but a few small groups and singles as well. I have to say, there were some very beautiful woman lying out and giving me quite an eyeful, I didn't know where to look next! I did notice that people were walking the shoreline, so I thought that was as good a thing to do as any. I walked to the water, turned left and enjoyed the sights.
After walking about half a mile I could see that the beach was suddenly very crowded and there were one or two small crowds of people standing around. This was the couples beach, or the adult section, there was barely any space to lay down a towel and people were getting up to all sorts of things and I didn't know where to look first. I walked towards the back of the beach and found a piece of sand where I could lay down my towel, took a seat and began to survey what was around me.
Every direction I looked there were couples lying together and every now and again touching each other, rubbing a breast, gently playing with a cock or lightly fingering a pussy. They weren't trying to make each other cum, just lovingly touching each other. There was also a procession of people walking around and it was nice to be sitting at pussy height as the attractive women walked past.
