The beauty of being in a beach house, right on the sand, was that he just fell out of bed, pulled on his swimmies, jumped into his flip flops and went for a walk on the beach. It was the perfect way to wake up. Actually, most mornings he didn't even bother with the swimmies as the beach was "Naturiste", as were a lot of beaches in this area of France.
So, towel slung over his shoulder, he set off at about seven thirty most mornings to walk for half an hour in one direction or the other, then return for a slap up breakfast. The towel was for those occasions when the water looked irresistibly tempting, which was about half the time.
There wasn't much traffic on the beach at that time of day, just the occasional dog walker or someone power walking with weights in their hands. Some of these passers by were in shorts and t shirts, some preferred to be naked, like himself. No one paid any attention but he did feel that power walking in the nude looked a little absurd.
The water looked tempting so he put his towel down, kicked off his flip flops and headed into the waves. Sheeesh, the water was cold, well not cold exactly just chilly enough to make him catch his breath. He never knew which way this was going to affect him when it reached his crotch. Usually cold water caused a certain shrinkage in the genital department but sometimes it had the opposite effect. He put this down to one of his earliest sexual experiences which had involved cold water.
"Strange how that can affect you fifty years on." He mused.
This particular morning it was shrinkage that won the day and after an energetic swim he returned to his towel and dried himself off, unconcerned that his penis had virtually vanished. It would return when warmer.
"Bonjour, bien nagΓ©?" He looked up to see a naked, slightly over weight, late middle aged lady, with a grey hair and massively heavy boobs walking slowly past.
"Ah oui, mais je ne parle pas franΓ§ais." Which was not exactly true but usually put an end to these encounters.
"Actually," she said, "mine's not that good either. I have noticed you swimming some mornings while out for my walk. Was the water cold, or just refreshing?" She paused, legs astride, with her hands on her generous hips.
"Certainly refreshing." He said noticing her well trimmed bush of light grey hair barely concealing the delights below.
"I must try it sometime, but I'm not a strong swimmer so I don't venture in much. Not unless there are plenty of people around to pull me out if I get into trouble." His mind wandered to the delightful possibilities of rescuing this voluptuous female, swimming on his back with one arm clenched about her bosom and her ample buttocks grazing his crotch.
"I myself, only swim if the water is reasonably calm. I'm no life guard but I'd be happy to keep an eye on you if you wanted to join me one morning."
"Well, that's a great offer. I might just take you up on it, bye for now." And she strode off, generous buttocks wobbling delightfully with every stride.
A couple of days of rain followed so no early morning walk. Then a bright sunny morning lured him out again. After a few hundred yards he noticed a well built woman coming from the opposite direction, towel slung over her shoulder. The form took shape as it approached, he'd recognise those pendulous breasts anywhere.
"Bonjour," she hailed him. "Is it a swimming morning, and if so, may I join you? The water looks so inviting."
"I was contemplating a quick dip," he lied, hoping to keep the conversation alive, "but I expect the water will be cold after all the rain so it may just be a quickie." Oh shit, had he really just said that? A quickie! Sometimes his mouth ran ahead of his brain.
"A quickie's fine by me for a first go." She said, putting him out of his discomfort. Was that a cheeky smirk he noticed on her lips?
She bent down to leave her towel by her shoes and he couldn't help but notice those magnificent breasts swinging pendulously as gravity took hold.
"Bloody boobs, they're such a nuisance! You carry them round for a whole lifetime, only use them for a few months to feed a couple of children then they grow, sag and generally get in the way."
"They look pretty good to me." He mumbled trying not to say anything too risquΓ©.
Then they made for the water's edge. It was really quite chilly and his old fears surfaced. He was only two steps away from a naked, mature, extremely desirable, female and wading into cold water.
If he had been sitting, chatting on a nice, safe, warm beach this would never be a concern. He'd long since got over the problem of spontaneous erections on 'clothing optional' beaches, half of France seemed to be that way these days and mixed sex nudity never gave him the slightest problem: in the warm.