REMEMBERING A VACATION
I'm a teacher, about to retire after thirty-nine years. I've been married to Baxter for forty years. We've had four kids and now have grandchildren. It's been a good life. Baxter has been a wonderful husband and lover and we've had a few experiences. However, I remember one special vacation that I had many years ago.
I was in my late twenties, married for a few years, and had the opportunity to attend an overseas trip with a number of students. We went to Spain, Portugal, France and Italy. There were about twenty kids, all over eighteen and five teachers or parents as chaperones. It was a good trip and everyone behaved pretty well. The biggest challenge was to keep the boys and girls from hooking-up after hours. We didn't need to have any of the girls lose their virginity or get pregnant on the trip. I'm not sure we were completely successful, but there were no scandals.
A couple of the chaperones stayed behind in Italy for a few days. We skipped the flight home. I went off by myself to see some of the beaches along the Mediterranean Sea in Italy and France. I knew enough Italian and French to get around and was careful about where I stayed and how I travelled. I spent the last two days in France. I had researched a number of beaches and found a few that were supposedly less popular and therefore less crowded and expensive. I found a nice hotel on the beach and went out early the next day to do some shopping. It was wonderful being on my own for a change, without a care in the world.
I went to the beach in the afternoon. The beach wasn't very crowded and as the day progressed, many of the people left. It was a nude beach and after wearing a bikini for a while, I overcame my shyness and stripped naked. The warm sun on my body with a light breeze wafting over me felt wonderful. Having my breasts and my pussy exposed was very erotic. I felt a bit naughty, but also very free.
I went into the water to cool off a couple of times with no problem. I enjoyed having the men on the beach check-out my naked body as I walked past them. Most of the guys were with women and the women knew what their partners were looking at. I was checking out their cocks too. I was in pretty good shape back then. My boobs were of reasonable size. I was thin and had nice legs. I didn't shave my pussy back then so I had a nice brown bush that matched the hair on my head. It was titillating to walk around naked with a number of people around. I remember walking past one couple and almost feeling their eyes ogling my wagging ass cheeks. The cool water felt even better washing over my naked skin. Then, walking back to my towel, I passed the same couple and let them have a nice look at my breasts and my wet pussy when I walked by. There were other people around, including a number of single women. I unconsciously compared myself with them and thought I looked pretty good.
I took a final trip to the water and that was when I ran into a problem. While floating in the cool water with my eyes closed, something stung me on the right thigh, more than halfway up between my knee and my crotch. I didn't react at first, but the pain continued and got a little worse. I moved to shallow water to look at my leg. The area around the sting was already red and swollen and it hurt like hell. It was only an inch below my pussy. I was in obvious pain when I walked gingerly out of the water. I was torn between trying to soothe my hurting leg and modesty. I didn't want to focus the attention of the other people on the beach on my naked body, specifically the area just below my pussy.
As I limped up the beach, another woman, who had been lying near me, came to my assistance. She saw my pain and the inflamed red mark on my thigh. She caught my attention by pointing to my leg and seemed to want to help. She was French and spoke just a little English. Her name was Monica and she was naked too. Her pussy was completely shaved, something unusual back then. I spoke some French so we were able to communicate with a few phrases and hand motions. She led me back to my beach towel and had me sit while she looked at my leg. She said I had been stung by some sort of sea nettle, whatever that is. I realized that the reason the beach was not very crowded was because of these creatures, which apparently were a real nuisance at certain times of the year. Reflecting, I hadn't seen many people in the water that day.
Monica said she had some ointment in her nearby hotel room that would ease the pain and heal the welts that had risen on my thigh. She said it was important to tend to the wound quickly. We both put a cover-up on, nothing underneath, and walked to her hotel, which was close to where I was staying. She was an enchanting young lady and we quickly were gabbing casually and enjoying each other's company. I couldn't help but notice the shadow of her dark nipples through her thin beach robe. She was very pretty, with a nice smile and a short hair style.
We walked through the street toward her hotel, ignoring the leers and comments from some of the young men who were obviously attracted to two scantily clad young women. It was exciting in-a-way to be attractive to young men, even if they were obnoxious.
When we got to her room in the hotel, she offered me some wine, which I gladly accepted. We were soon drinking and laughing as she looked for the tube of liniment for my leg.
She had me sit on the bed. There were pillows behind me so I laid back. I was naked under my cover, so when I laid back, my entire lower anatomy was exposed. With the wine and the lingering pain, I didn't bother to cover myself. My bikini was in my tote bag and it didn't cover much anyway. As Monica put a cool washcloth on my thigh, I had to spread my legs apart, which opened my crotch, giving Monica a clear view of my pussy. The cool washcloth was soothing. Even after having been nude on the beach, I was still a little bit nervous being naked with a woman I had just met. She acted casually about it, which put me at ease.
After she used the washcloth, Monica rubbed the ointment on my wound. She dabbed it on my thigh and gently massaged the cream into my skin. She put a pillow under my knee to keep my thigh raised to lessen blood flow. That exposed me even more. Monica left and got some ice. As I sat there drinking more wine, I reflected on where I was and how relaxed I was feeling. Monica returned and placed an ice-filled washcloth on my leg. I could've held the cloth, but she did instead; there was no other way to keep it on the affected area. Of course, she would frequently look at the washcloth with my pussy a few inches away. At times, the cool washcloth and her hand casually touched my pussy lips. It seemed to be unintentional, at first.
We had more wine and talked, getting to know each other. I learned that she was also a school teacher. She told me she was engaged and would be married in a few months. I learned a bit about the village where she was from and her brothers and sisters. In turn, I shared things about my life and family. She had a nice sense of humor and we were having a good time. Monica continued to hold the ice on my thigh and seemingly absentmindedly rubbed her fingers over my other leg and on my wounded thigh. She commented on how smooth and soft my skin was. We talked about skin lotions that were popular in our two countries. This light rubbing of her fingers continued and eventually she was rubbing her fingers over the cleft between the tops of my inner thighs and my pelvic area. I sighed and told her it felt good. We giggled and drank more wine. I was being modest and shy and didn't look her in the eyes for a while.
