Orlene was a woman who could probably best be described as a sexual deviant. At thirty-two she was six years older than me, but she had the body of a 21 year old and the most perverted mind you could imagine.
She was a petit, olive skinned brunette with a small, round but perfectly shaped arse she had pert tits with succulent dark nipples and she always smelt amazing.
A lot of the time, she opted to keep her bush thick and unshaven, although she would always keep the bikini line neat, not that she wore it much.
I first encountered Orlene in the south of France. I was travelling with my two mates David and Sol We had stopped near Perpignan for a few nights on our way to Barcelona. Sol had family there so we crashed at their place. They lived in a pretty village where not a lot seemed to happen.
We found out that one of the closest beaches was a nudist beach, which are quite frequent in France. The weather was beautiful, touching 30 degrees.
"Let's go!" Said David excitedly.
"Not my thing mate!" replied Sol. "You two go by all means."
"Come on Sol, said David, "you don't have to get your kit off, or anything, we're just going to perv on the women, that's all!"
But Sol was having none of it.
"Just you and me then Danny-boy!" David exclaimed.
So with our mate staying back in the village David and I went exploring. Pretty much only to see if we could find some tits and pussy.
We got there around 3pm, there were around forty to fifty naked bodies on show, two thirds of them men, and probably half a dozen textiles. We found a spot to sit and threw our towels down and cracked open a beer each from the cooler we brought.
We sat for a while taking in the views, I'm ashamed to admit that neither of us had any intention of stripping off ourselves. We were just there to have a good look.
A few people were in the water, some were just sunbathing and some of the more confident men were strolling up and down the beach, their cocks and balls swinging freely in the summer breeze.
There were all different shapes and sizes of penis. Long thin ones, short fat ones, thick ones, veiny ones, some hairless, some barely poking out from a thick mound of pubes. Some of them, I quietly thought to myself, were quite impressive. As it's Europe, mostly they were uncircumcised.
But we're here for the women, I kept telling myself.
Again there were all shapes and sizes of women. Mostly middle aged or older. Some with surprising pert tits, others with great big saggers. Some with fully shaven vaginas so you could clearly see their labia, some with a landing strip or tuft of neatly trimmed hair and others with a full on eighties bush.
Then a young woman wondered past who was unlike anyone else on the beach. Her skin was soft and tanned, the sun shined off her body which was wet from the sea. her hair, also wet, was mid length, dark and cut into fringe at the front. She had pert tits with dark nipples which were slightly hard, probably from the cold water and a thick, but neatly trimmed bush which was glistening in the sunlight, as the sea water dripped off it.
It's a good job David and I were wearing shorts because that sight was enough to get anyone hard.
"Bonjour." She said as she walked past.
"Bonjour." We both replied eagerly.
We didn't take our eyes off her as she sat down alone on a towel only a few yards from us.
"And that's why we came." Said David with a grin as wide as his face. "now we have to get her attention."
We watched her, probably a little too blatantly, as she shuffled through her bag to find her cigarettes. Upon noticing this David was over there like a shot with his lighter at the ready.
"Merci" She said, then preceded to utter something else in French that we didn't understand.
"We're English" Said David, Now lighting his own cigarette and taking a drag.
"Parlez-vous Anglais?" I waded in. Remembering the little French I learned at school, to ask if she spoke English.
She smiled.
"Yes of course," she said in sexy French accent. "I lived in London for ten years with my ex fiancé."
She sat there, chatting away, cross-legged, puffing on her cigarette with only her thick dark pubes covering her vagina as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
We introduced ourselves and found out that her name was Orlene. We offered her a beer, which to our delight she accepted. She told us to bring our towels over and join her. So the three of us sat there, chatting and chugging beer in the afternoon sun.
It transpired that she was staying with her parents (who lived close by) while she was getting herself together after breaking up with her English fiancé a few months previously.
We drank some more, as the conversation died down a bit. Then she looked at us and smiled.
"So why are you two boys wearing shorts on a naturist beach anyway?" She said. "Are you just here to perv on us naturists, or are you planning on joining in?"
We gulped, probably in unison.
"Um, well, you see..." David stuttered.
"We're a bit shy!" I said, thinking on my feet. "Besides, they're wearing clothes!" I said pointing at another couple nearby.
"Shy people go to the regular beach in the next bay. You are here on a naturist beach, yet you're not naturists." She smiled.
"Ok!" said David, "you got us! We were just checking it out, but to be fair we weren't expecting to find someone as gorgeous as you here."
Orlene blushed.
"Why thank you." She said. "But you're both sitting here, you both know what I look like naked, but I can only imagine what lies beneath you're shorts. Doesn't seem fair to me." She continued.
"Maybe if you give me you're number you can find out what I look like naked later!" David replied as quick as a flash.
She blushed again.
"No, no, no." She said playfully "it doesn't work like that. Even if I decided to take you up on that frivolous offer, I still would have only seen one of you naked, and both of you have seen me."
David and I looked at each other.
