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 ï>¿Riviera Vacation by Trionyx54

   France wakes up a completely new and daring Cindy.
To: All employees
From: USSure Board of Directors
Re: Holiday surprise

   The Board of Directors wishes to announce this year's winner of the
Employee Holiday Drawing.  Our congratulations go to Cindy Smith of our
Centerton office.  She and a guest will receive round trip tickets to any
location in Europe plus $250 per day to help offset lodging and meal
expenses for a three week vacation.  Congrats Cindy.

   We also want to thank everyone for all the hard work performed on behalf
of the company.  In addition to any year-end bonuses or raises, the board
has authorized a $1000 VISA gift card be made out to every employee and
manager.

   Have a wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year.

   -----

   Cindy could hardly believe it when she logged in Tuesday morning and
read the announcement twice to confirm she was indeed the winner of the
drawing.  She was amazed a mere five-year employee was able to win such a
wonderful prize.  What she also couldn't have imagined was how her
coworkers responded to the news.

   First was her PA Suzanne who came running in a few minutes later. 
"Cindy, did you see the news?  Isn't that great, you lucky bitch!" she
laughed.

   "Yeah, Suze, I can hardly believe it myself.  How could I, with just
five-years, get so lucky?"

   "I understand they include every employee who has been with the company
for at least a year, so you qualified.  Where you gonna go?"

   "Oh, I haven't even thought about it yet.  I'll need to talk with Ted
and see what he'd like to do.  I bet he wants to go to Sweden and look at
all the blonde beauties there, but I'm thinking the Med is more
interesting."

   "Oooh, the Riviera!  That sounds so nice.  Or even along the Adriatic.
Oh, you're so lucky."

   "Yeah, I agree.  I guess we'll just have to plan a bit and decide."

   Later she received several congratulatory emails and calls from her
coworkers, many of whom gave her recommendations as to where she should
consider going.  Eventually, the excitement died down and she was able to
get back to work.

   She decided to not tell her husband until they got home.  That evening
she left work a few minutes early and quickly prepared a nice meal.  When
he arrived, there were lit candles on the dining room table and the
overhead lights were off.

   "What's up, Honey?" he asked as he surveyed the scene.

   "I have a big surprise for you.  Glass of wine?"

   "Sure.  Uh, get a raise?"

   "Nope.  Something more fun, though."

   "What?"

   "Have a seat.  Our dinner will be ready in five minutes."

   "Cin, what's going on?  You've got me worried."

   "Relax, Ted, it's all good news.  How was your day?"

   He recounted a fairly boring list of activities as he drained his wine.
She then smiled and invited him to the table.  After they had finished most
of the meal and another glass of wine, she decided to tell him the news.

   "Honey, are you ready for the surprise?  It is a whopper!"

   "OK, so I'll bite.  What is it?"

   "Your wife won the USSure annual employee drawing!"

   "What's that?"

   "Every year they throw all employees' names into the hat and draw out
one for a big prize.  And I won it!"

   "What's the prize?" he asked with excitement in his voice.

   "Your wife, along with a guest, will be traveling to Europe for three
weeks next year!  And they're paying the airfare and giving a daily
allowance of two hundred and fifty bucks!"

   "Oh, Cindy, that's great!  Where will we go?"

   "Uh, I'm not sure you'll be going with me," she teased.  "Maybe I'll ask
Jennifer to go with me."

   "Oh, no you don't!" he laughed.  "I insist on going with you."

   "I don't know.  Jennifer is a great gal, could be a good travel
companion.  Maybe we could find us some nice Italian men..."

   "Wait a sec!  You're actually thinking of leaving me here!" came his
exasperated voice.

   With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, "No, Silly, I'm just kidding. 
I'd love to go with you.  But somewhere around the Mediterranean would be a
good, don't you think?  Interested?"

   "Sure!  You won it; you choose.  So, when do you have to go?"

   "There is no specific time, I have a full year to pick from.  How about
summer?"

   "That would be the best for me.  I don't have to teach summer school
next year, so I'll be free."

   "Great, let's start to looking at things and come up with a plan.  Why
don't you look up Italy and I'll check out France.  Oh, Honey, it's going
to be so much fun."

   Over the next few weeks they each spent time online looking up places to
visit.  While discussing things together they decided they'd most like to
really get to know a few places intimately rather than do a big tour and
France was their preferred destination.  They penciled out a week in Paris
and two weeks in southern France along the Riviera.  They also chose July,
preferring to avoid the worst of the crowds in August.  The final details
would be settled over the next few months.

   -----

   Their jet flew out of JFK on a beautiful July evening.  They flew
through the shortened night and arrived at Orly in the early morning, local
time.  Once on the ground they taxied for what seemed like hours until they
reached the terminal.  Eventually they made their way through customs and
immigration before traveling to the center of Paris.  Once there, a taxi
took them to their B&B where they stored their luggage before walking to a
sidewalk restaurant for a quick meal.  After the meal they went back to the
room and slept until early morning.

   The next week was devoted to seeing the sights of Paris.  They hit the
big museums, rode to the top of the Eifel Tower and visited the Arc de
Triomphe.  On one day they visited the burned-out ruins of Notre Dame, a
sight that brought tears to her eyes.

   After their week in Paris, they were excited to head to Nice on the
Mediterranean coast.  They took the bullet train so they could see the
countryside up close.  In Nice they had a wonderful room in a smaller hotel
along the Promenade des Anglais, the main road along the waterfront.  Their
view from several floors up was delightful and they had good meals in the
local restaurants.

   After two days of exploring in town, they toured around the area and
visited the old mountain town of Eze.  It was high on a steep little
mountain and featured wonderful art galleries, good restaurants and
spectacular views of the Mediterranean.  With her binoculars Cindy looked
carefully at the coast below her and could see attractive beaches and steep
bluffs.

   "Honey, look at the coast.  We need to hit the beaches, don't you
think?"

   "Sure, let's do that tomorrow," he replied.  Then in a softer voice he
whispered in her ear, "You know, some of those beaches are topless. 
Interested?"

   "Wellllll, I'm not going topless, but if you want to ogle cute little
mademoiselles, that'd be OK with me.  Ya know, I believe some of the
sausages packed into those little Speedos could be worth looking at, too,"
she laughed.

   "OK, then tomorrow it is."

   That evening they looked at their tourist info and found Paloma Beach
several kilometers from their hotel.  It looked easy to get to and there
were restaurants nearby, so they decided it would be their first beach on
the Med.

   Cindy woke up with a tiny bit of nervousness.  She knew there would be
topless women at that beach and worried she might need to take her top off
just to be allowed to go there.  She didn't consider herself to be a prude
and enjoyed a ribald joke now and then and she very much enjoyed sex with
her husband, as she had with a few boyfriends before him.  But she always
considered herself to be a bit on the modest side.  She never let her boobs
hang out over a low neckline, would always wear a bra if her blouse was too
sheer and generally preferred one-piece bathing suits.  She, however, had
been persuaded by Suzanne back home to get a fairly risquÃ(C) bikini. 
Cindy kept going for more cloth on her bikinis but Suzanne kept pushing her
to the little, teeny bikinis, some with merely a thong for a bottom.  After
much haggling, Cindy agreed to buy a fairly daring one which featured four
small triangles, but she refused to let a strip of dental floss be the only
thing covering her rear!

   She quietly got up, quickly showered and shaved herself down to a
landing strip.  After drying, she slipped on the bikini, a blouse and
shorts.  She had hidden the bikini from Ted and couldn't wait to see his
face when she showed it to him on the beach.  They had a leisurely
breakfast and made their way to the beach, arriving around eleven.

   Cindy could barely believe her eyes.  Sure, she'd known there'd be
topless women, but she couldn't believe how many.  It seemed nearly all of
the women were casually sunbathing, walking or swimming with no top on. 
And no one seemed self-conscious at all.  There was no leering, though she
did have to nudge Ted with her elbow when he gawked a bit too long. 
"Honey, it's ok to look, but don't stare, OK?"

   "I'll do my best, Sweetheart, but it's tough for a red-blooded American
male not to look," he laughed.

   They made their way along the beach until they came to the furthest
section where there weren't too many sunbathers.  After laying their towels
down, she stood a few feet from Ted and slowly peeled her shirt and shorts
off.

   "Holy shit, Honey, I can't believe you're wearing that."

   "Like it?" she asked smiling at him.

   "Oh, you know I do.  It's attractive enough to make me even forget about
all these boobs around here."

   "Oh, you know just what to say.  I'm glad you like it.  Thank you,
Sweetheart, but I know you still want to peek, so go ahead.  God, some of
these beautiful women could turn even me on."

   "They're just eye candy, Honey, but you're the one for me.  Here, let's
get some sun cream on and relax."

   They applied the cream to each other's backs and stretched out.  It was
a warm, almost hot day with plenty of sun.  Eventually the area around them
became more crowded with other beach-goers and most of the women were
topless.  After awhile Cindy became a bit self-conscious about the fact
that she had a top on.  She even thought about peeling it off, but just
couldn't quite do it.  She had grown up in a fairly conservative household
where everyone dressed modestly and sexual issues were swept under the rug.
It had even taken her many months before she was comfortable having sex
with the lights on.

   Eventually she rolled over onto her stomach and untied the back and neck
straps.  "Dear, could you put a bit more cream on my back, please?"

   "Sure.  If you want to, turn over.  I'll put some on your front," he
teased.

   "No, I don't think I could.  You know me, I'm just a little too shy."

   Once the cream was on, she found herself drifting off to sleep.  It was
sometime later when a beach ball bounced off her butt.  Startled and
confused, she sat up to see what happened.  Two little children were
running to her laughing in French and holding out their hands for the ball.
Cindy took the ball and tossed it back to them just as she realized her top
was on the towel and her breasts were out in the open.  Suddenly, she
dropped back down to the towel with a little cry of surprise.  She
described what had happened to Ted when he asked her what the problem was.

   "Well, Honey, did the world end when your nipples got some sunshine?" he
teased.

   "Nooo," she replied emphatically, "But it's just not for me.  Sorry,
Sweetheart, you won't be seeing these girls out on the beach." With that,
she re-tied her strings and rolled over to get some more sun on her front.
Once she got settled, she started to think about what had happened.  Her
boobs were exposed for all to see and Ted was right: The world had not
ended.  The more she thought about it, the more she realized it had been OK
and nothing to be ashamed about.  She liked her boobs, her ass, her entire
body.  Truly, there was no reason to hide it away, was there?

   Once she acknowledged that, she felt a gradual, weird change overcoming
her.  It was if a lust dimmer-switch in her brain slowly turned from off to
full on.  Sexual images drifted through her mind: tender licks on her
nipples, raw, earthy fucking, anonymous oral sex; the list went on and on.
She realized her heart was racing, her nipples were beaded and she was
getting wet!  "What's going on?" she mused to herself.  "How can I be
getting excited?" Those wild sexual thoughts continued to run through her
mind as she sunned herself and, try as she might, she was unable to take
her mind off of them.  She would look around at the beach to try and
distract herself, but then an Adonis with a large bulge in his Speedo
swimsuit or even a beautiful woman would walk by and her mind would tear
off in a new direction.  "What would it be like to have him come over and
take me without permission?  What would she taste like and how would her
screams of delight sound in French?"

   After an hour or so of unrestrained mental stimulation, she had enough
and knew she needed to get relief.  "Uh, Sweetheart, could we go now?  I've
had enough sun for today, OK?"

   "Well, sure, I guess.  We've not been here very long, though."

   "I know, but if you come back to the room with me now, you may just be
surprised.  I've got a certain itch..."

   "Well, in that case, yeah, sure, let's head back," he chuckled.  Once
back in their room, she launched herself at him as soon as the door was
closed.

   "Off with those trunks, NOW!" she demanded as she peeled her dripping,
wet bikini bottoms from her crotch.  Once Ted was stripped, she nudged him
back to the bed, pushed him down and crawled on top.  A few rubs of her wet
slit on his cock and he was hard as a rock.  "I want you in me, you good
with that?"

   "Of course.  What's got you all horny anyway?"

   "Now is not the time for talking," she replied as she slid down on him.
He felt so good, stretching and filling her, causing her to moan with
desire.  She started to push herself up and down, driving her clit onto his
pubic bone, stimulating herself more and more.  That last hour on the beach
fantasizing had been like an hour of foreplay.  Never had she gotten so
excited prior to sex and so, after just a few strokes and in what seemed
like an instant, she crashed through a wild orgasm.

   Once she caught her breath and recognized Ted had yet to come, she got
off him and turned around, riding him in a reverse cowgirl.  She knew he
loved that position and wanted him to enjoy their time together as had she.
She began to raise herself up and down again, slower this time, but still
with passion and energy.  Fantasies of fucking the Adonis raced through her
mind but Ted's moaning brought her back to the present.  He grabbed her by
the hips, thrusting up and into her as she plunged down, harder, deeper and
faster.  Even though she had already had an orgasm, she felt another rising
from her pelvis.  Her right hand reached down and rubbed her clit in time
with the thrusting.

   "Oh, God, yes," she moaned as she felt herself reach the point of an
inevitable orgasm and heard him grunting like he usually did just prior to
his own orgasm.  "Oh, yes, yes, YES," she screamed as she fell off the
orgasmic cliff and drifted down, spasming with intense pleasure. 
Eventually she collapsed down onto him to catch her breath.  Ted gently
rubbed her ass cheeks as they both recovered.  She rolled off of him and
turned to him to snuggle up.

   "Mmm, nice," she whispered.

   "Yeah, really nice," he responded.  After a few seconds he went on, "Uh,
what got into you, anyway?  At one point you're pulling your top back on
and then an hour later, I'm being dragged up here for super-hot sex."

   Even though they had been married for several years, Cindy could still
be a bit shy talking about sex.  She hemmed and hawed not wanting to admit
that somehow being topless, even for a few seconds, turned her on.  "Oh,
we're on vacation and on the Med, so a roll in the hay was something that
seemed right, somehow."

   "A roll in the hay?  Honey, you just about raped me, not that I'm
complaining, mind you."

   "Ted, Sweetie, it's hard sometimes for me to talk about this, you know,
about sex.  Let's just say I wanted you and, well, I had you.  OK?"

   "Yeah, OK," he replied as he kissed her neck.  "You know, what we just
had was a wonderful experience.  A romp like that with my wife, well, that
was one of the wildest experiences of my life."

   "Yeah, me too," she whispered back to him.

   After a few minutes she giggled in his ear, "But don't go thinking I'll
be doing that anytime soon again."

   "Why not?"

   "Gotta keep things like that special, now, don't we?"

   "Honey, every time we have sex is special.  I can't believe sometimes
how lucky I was to find you and convince you to marry me."

   "You didn't have to convince me.  I was hoping for months you'd pop the
question.  I loved you so much, just like I do now.  And I'm lucky too."

   That evening they had a tasty dinner at an open-air restaurant right on
a large avenue.  The service was impeccable, the food was delicious and the
wine was some of the best they had ever tasted.  After dinner they walked
hand-in-hand for over an hour along the Promenade before retiring to their
room.

   "What do you want to do tomorrow?" Ted asked her as they settled in.

   "Oh," she paused, "Uh, another day at that beach, if that's OK with
you?"

   "Sure, let's hit the Chagall Museum in the morning and then we can head
back down.  OK?"

   "Yeah, that's great.  And you'll get to see more French boobs again."

   "Now, wait a sec.  You, not me, you were the one asking for another
beach day."

   "Are you saying you don't wanna see French boobs?"

   "Honey, I'm a guy.  Sure, I wanna see tits.  But if you want to go to
another beach, just let me know."

   With her mind racing about the events of the day and how excited she
got, she decided to let him off the hook.  After all, she enjoyed the
topless beach, too.  "No, Ted, let's go back.  I'm good with it, OK?"

   "Sure.  Wear your bikini under some nice clothes and we can head out
from the museum without coming back here."

   The next morning dawned bright and sunny.  They had a quick breakfast
and after packing some beach gear, they headed up to the museum.  Around
noon they ate lunch on the museum grounds and then went down to the beach.

   It didn't seem as busy as the day prior and they did not have to walk so
far to find an open area.  They stripped off their clothes, applied sun
cream to each other and stretched out to catch some sun.  Cindy started out
on her stomach and untied her bikini top while Ted lay on his back.  About
twenty minutes later he suggested they needed to turn over to prevent a
sunburn.  He rolled over onto his stomach and she rolled over onto her
back. Her top was still untied and lying on her, barely covering her
breasts.  Suddenly, she knew what she would do.  Casually she let her hand
drift up, grab a string and pull the top completely free from her chest.

   Cindy, little conservative Cindy from Nowheresville, Iowa, who grew up
in the Evangelical First Faith Fundamentalist Church, was stretched out
topless on the beach!

   The sun caressed her breasts, the breeze tickled her nipples and she
enjoyed every second of it.  Again, she felt herself getting excited, much
like the day before, first with heaviness in her pelvis and then moisture
in her pussy.  She peeked down her torso and realized her nipples were also
erect, a sure sign of her excitement.

   At first Ted did not know what she had done.  He was on his stomach with
his head turned away from her so he could watch the topless French girls,
she presumed.  Quietly she applied sun cream to the girls while secretly
rubbing and squeezing her nipples.  This caused her to get increasingly
excited and she wondered if she could even climax doing this.  Once with an
old boyfriend she'd had an orgasm when he was sucking her nipples, but
never since had nipple play caused such excitement.  She rolled her head
over and through her sunglasses saw an older man staring at her
lecherously. "Oops, I guess I better stop this," she thought to herself.





   She brought her hands down to her sides and closed her eyes under the
sunglasses.  Once again sexual fantasies ripped through her mind.  She
dreamed of wild and crazy scenarios; being dragged up to a nearby villa for
an afternoon of wild, anonymous sex, swimming out to a nearby yacht for
drinks and sex on the deck with a French starlet and even having a
threesome with Ted.  Cindy kept trying to focus on other things but without
success.

   After a bit Ted announced it was time to turn over.  She sat up and
waited for him to see her.  While rolling over he suddenly stopped and
stared at her.  "Uh, Honey, did you forget something?"

   "No, I didn't.  I've been like this ever since we last turned over. 
Like it?"

   "Uh, yeah, definitely!  Cin, you have nothing to be ashamed about.  You
can compete with these French girls just fine."

   "It's not a competition, but I'm glad you like it.  It's nice.  The
breeze on my nipples tickles, but nothing like when I put on the sun
cream," she whispered.

   "Wait a cotton-pickin' minute.  Were you doing more than just rubbing on
some cream?"

   "Mmm, maybe, a little," she giggled, "But that guy over there kept
staring at me, so I stopped.  Guess who's still horny?"

   "Honey, I've never seen you so, uh, bold, I guess I should say."

   "What?  I've tried some kinky things with you..."

   "No, I mean outside or where others can see you."

   "Yeah, I don't know what's got into me, but I do know what I want in
me," she responded.  "Maybe you'll get lucky again when we get back to our
room."

   "Sounds to me like you wanna get lucky, too!"

   "Umm-hmm," she replied.  "Hey, uh, I need to hit the restroom."

   With that, she stood and strolled towards the little building housing a
kiosk and the restrooms.  It felt so freeing!  She had on just her bikini
bottoms and nothing else.  Through her sunglasses she noted a few guys
glanced at her, but there was no gawking, no leering.

   Cindy really liked her breasts.  They were a generous B-cup or even a
C-cup with certain bras.  Their shape was perfect, sitting proud on her
chest with just enough fullness that she could sense her breasts sway
slightly as each foot hit the sand.  She particularly liked her nipples,
little eraser tips on fairly petite areolas.  Knowing her breasts were the
envy of many women, she straightened her posture even more as she strode to
the restrooms.  Once there, she slid into a stall and took care of
business. As she sat, she realized her heart was racing a mile-a-minute
from the excitement and as she patted herself dry with the tissue, she
found there was far more moisture than the usual few drops of urine.

   After dropping the tissue into the water, she slid her finger along her
crack and up to her swollen clit.  "Oh, God, my clit needs this," she
thought to herself.  She reached down and let a bit of moisture collect on
her fingertip and then rubbed her clit again.  Cindy couldn't believe she
was actually rubbing herself in a public bathroom.  She knew guys would
sometimes masturbate in restrooms, but girls?  Suddenly she heard another
person come into the restroom, run the water in the sink a few seconds and
leave.  "Was she alone?" she wondered as she peeked under the stall
dividers and saw no feet.

   "I can't believe I'm doing this!" she mused as she rubbed herself in
earnest.  Very quickly she got more and more excited and her breath was
coming in little gasps, which she tried to stifle, as she began an all-out
attack on her clit.  Cindy rarely masturbated, in part due to her
upbringing.  Sure, she experimented when she was younger but in her married
years, she probably polished her pearl no more than once or twice a year,
usually when Ted had been gone on a trip for more than a week.  Here she
was rushing herself towards an orgasm purely because she was excited from
her walk across the beach.

   Just as her excitement started to crest into a full-blown orgasm, the
door opened.  Cindy couldn't stop herself so she clenched her teeth and
tried to control her breathing as her orgasm tore through her body.  By the
time the door in the next stall was closed, she was a bit more in control
and could breathe easier with only a bit of gasping.

   The woman in the next stall suddenly spoke out loud in French.  Cindy
didn't answer and after ten seconds or so she heard the same phrase again.

   "I'm sorry,' she managed to say in a calm voice, "I don't speak French."

   "Oh, oui, oui.  I ask are you good?  You OK?"

   "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

   "You sounded seeck."

   "No, I'm not sick, but thank you for asking." She stood, disposed of the
toilet paper ring and pulled up her bikini bottoms.  Once she left the
stall, she quickly washed her hands and walked back out into the bright
Mediterranean sun.

   "Did I just do that?" she asked herself.  "Jill out in a bathroom?  What
would Ted say if he knew?" Then she got worried.  She knew Ted had an
incredible nose and could easily smell her excitement.  "Uh-oh, what am I
gonna do?" She decided to act as if nothing happened and to move her towel
to his opposite side, downwind of him.

   "You sure took your time.  Was it crowded?"

   "Oh, a little bit," she lied.  "Uh, Honey, that guy over there was
staring at me earlier.  Mind if I move to your other side?" she asked as
she dragged her towel over.

   Once she settled onto the towel her husband leaned over to whisper into
her ear, "You know, I kinda think you're liking this, huh?"

   "Yeah, I'm getting used to it..."

   "I know I like it."

   "But you've got dozens of cute mademoiselles to look at.  Why is it a
big deal that I'm topless?"

   "Honey, sure I like to look, but you, you're the one for me.  Just
seeing you braless can get me going, as you know.  And this, wow, it's got
me really going!  If I could, I'd roll you over right now and have my way
with you."

   "I think it would be a fight," she giggled, "As to who would attack who
first."

   A few hours later as they approached their hotel's elevators she
whispered, "Last one in the room has to go down on the other!" There was a
mad scramble as two elevators arrived at the same time, she took one and he
took the other.  Up on their floor, the elevators arrived at the same time
and the two rushed down the hall and stumbled into the room with her just
in front of him.

   "I won!  Now come on over here," she said as she pulled off her top
before peeling down her shorts and bikini bottoms in one, fell swoop.  Ted
went over to her, knelt on the floor and started to eat her out.  As his
tongue ravaged her slit and clit, she moaned while pushing his head tighter
to her.  Within seconds she was rolling from one orgasm to another,
'skimming,' as she called it, until her knees buckled and she fell back
onto the bed.

   "Honey, easy, I'm getting a bit too sensitive, what with my orgasm
earlier and now these..."

   "Your what?" he looked up at her with a girlcum-covered face.

   "Oops," she giggled, "I guess I, uh, I guess I might have admitted
something..."

   "I thought that trip to the john was a bit too long.  Did you rub one
out in there?"

   "Umm-hmm," she admitted.

   "What has gotten into you, anyway?"

   "Oh, Ted, I was so damn horny!  Being topless is, well, it's super
exciting for me.  The light breeze on my nipples, the sun warming my boobs,
the freedom from shame...  I don't know, but it got me going a little bit
yesterday, but today: Wow!"

   "Ooo-kaaay," he responded slowly, "I'm learning a lot about you here."

   "So am I!  I can't believe it myself.  Now, Honey, you still haven't had
yours.  Do you want me to do you?"

   "I'll tell what I want.  Since you obviously already played with
yourself, I want to watch you do it again, then you can give me a BJ.  OK?"

   "I'd be a little embarrassed to do that in front of you..."

   "Why?  It's a perfectly safe and normal activity, one you have done
already today.  And I think it is a hell-uv-a turn on."

   "Alright.  I'll do it.  But you can't touch yourself.  You're just gonna
have to watch," she said as she pulled herself up to the head of the bed.
Once she rearranged her pillows she stretched out, let her legs slip apart
and teased him, "You get to sit there on the corner, but no closer or I'll
stop."

   Then with her eyes closed, she let her mind drift back to the beach.  In
no time at all she had moisture pooling below and a fullness in her pelvis.
With her index and middle fingers, she parted her lips, moistened the
digits and slipped them up to her clit.  Cindy didn't masturbate very
often, but she did know what worked the best: two fingers together rubbing
little circles right over her clit.  As she began the round and round
motion, she could hear her lower lips making wet noises.  It all felt so
good and she found herself rising quickly to another orgasm.  Eventually
she let herself ride just shy of coming, prolonging that fabulous sensation
of pre-orgasmic tension.

   "Put your fingers inside," Ted whispered.  She opened her eyes and
glanced at him.  His hands were by his side and he sported a raging
hard-on.

   "I normally don't.  I like it this way."

   "Keep doing that, but use your other hand.  Go ahead.  Try it."

   As requested, she reached down with her left hand and curled her middle
finger inside, eventually reaching the slightly knobby area in the front of
her canal.  This sent wild stabs of excitement deep into her pelvis.  She
felt herself start to lose control as she circled her clit and probed her
G-spot, so she eased off just a bit.  Again, and again, she brought herself
to the edge of orgasm and let herself slide back.

   After several minutes of this self-imposed torture, she opened her eyes
and looked at Ted.  She could see pure lust etched on his face and his
throbbing cock jutting out in front of him.  Watching him and seeing how he
looked at her suddenly upped her own stimulation immensely.  Even though
she had practically stopped rubbing her clit altogether, knowing he was
looking at her felt as if she were still rubbing herself vigorously.  His
watching her sent her over the edge.  With deep gulps of air and flushing
across her upper torso she came with loud moans, having the best
masturbation orgasm of her life.  She took in several breaths and became
lightheaded for a few seconds before her body settled down.

   "Whew, Honey, that was..."

   "Good?" he asked.

   "No, not good, but great!  One of the best ever."

   "You sure looked like you were enjoying it."

   "Umm-hmm.  I did indeed," she responded.  "What about you?  Want a BJ?"

   "You know I do.  Take a few seconds, let yourself recover."

   "I'm good to go, Sweetheart.  Lean back." She expertly applied all her
skill to bring him teasingly to his own shuddering orgasm.  After a few
minutes she stretched out beside him and stared at the ceiling.  As she lay
there, she realized being looked at, being watched wasn't a little bit
exciting; it was actually a huge turn on.  Due to her upbringing, she had
not been inclined to experiment much sexually when she became active.  The
old idea that sex was for procreation could still niggle in her brain even
though intellectually she understood sex was also for loving and pleasure.
But on that day on the Riviera, she experienced pleasure beyond anything
she could have ever believed possible.

   "Cin, what's going on in your mind?"

   "Oh, just remembering about how turned on I got.  And that last, big
'O', oh my God, I still can't believe it."

   "Why were you so turned on, hmm?"

   "I kept thinking about being topless for all the world to see.  Then, we
come in here and you were watching me.  Ted, I couldn't believe how that me
going from fast to supersonic."

   "So, little Cindy from Iowa is now an exhibitionist?  What gives?"

   "Ted, I have never thought about it 'til now.  Maybe it's because I was
suppressed so much growing up.  You know, Honey, you have brought me a long
way in my sexual awakening.  Remember when I still needed the lights off?
Well, I certainly don't need that anymore, do I?" she laughed.

   Suddenly she realized Ted was getting hard again.  She was still wet and
still excited so she leaned over him, licked his cock to full stiffness and
crawled on top, facing his feet.  She gently lowered herself onto him and
started to thrust up and down while gently rubbing her clit.  Ted grabbed
her hips and helped pull down as he thrusted up into her.  This went on for
some little while until she felt him slide his hand over her butt.  She
didn't think much about it until she felt him rubbing right around her
hole.

   Cindy had never been interested in anal sex but she found herself
suddenly getting very excited.  His rubbing right around her anus sent
lusty signals to her brain.  The harder he rubbed, the better it felt.  It
wasn't a conscious decision, but she suddenly heard herself say, "Stick it
inside." There was a pause when the hand was removed from her butt, however
once it returned, an obviously wettened digit was slid right into her.

   "OMG!" she thought, "That is absolutely fantastic." She gently forced
herself back to the finger and deeper onto him, all the while rubbing her
clit.  Within half a minute she found herself screaming towards yet another
orgasm, moaning and panting with lust.  Ultimately, she found herself
experiencing yet another massive "O" while feeling Ted thrusting wildly
below her.  Wild waves of extreme pleasure coursed through her body and
flashes of light raced in front of her closed eyes while she vaguely heard
loud screams coming from somewhere.  Once the waves passed through her, she
collapsed onto Ted's legs, breathing deeply and trying to make sense of
what had just happened.

   "Hon, did you hear screams next door a few minutes ago?" she finally
asked him.

   "Uh, no," he responded and paused for a few seconds before going on. 
"Sweetheart, that was you."

   "No effin' way.  I never make much noise, you know that!"

   "You're right, usually you don't.  But just now, well, you did."

   "Hmm.  Amazing," she whispered, more to herself than to Ted.  Then she
went on, "Shower?  Then we need to plan dinner."

   After they cleaned up and had dinner at a nice little bistro, they
returned to their room.  Once there they kicked around some plans for the
next day.

   "Wanna hit the beach again?" Ted asked her.

   "I don't know if I could tolerate it," she chuckled.  "Maybe I need a
day off."

   "It's your vacation, you get to decide what you want to do.  I'll tag
along wherever you lead us."

   "All I know is while we are here, I want to do more topless bathing. 
And," she went on, "I think you'll want me to, also!"

   "No doubt about it.  I'm more than glad to help you relieve any sudden
tension," he laughed.

   "Good.  So, let's sight-see tomorrow, OK?"

   They planned a day trip to Antibes, a smaller city to the west of Nice.
They visited the Picasso museum, walked along the coast, looked on with
amazement at the dozens of varieties of olives in the farmers market and
spent time at the city's history museum.  By evening they were back in Nice
having another fabulous meal on the Promenade.  For awhile Cindy didn't say
much and seemed to be looking off into space.  Finally, Ted asked her about
it and she began to talk.

   "Ted, Honey, I don't want you to get worried or anything, but you need
to know something.  I've been mulling this over all day long and it might
sound crazy, but here goes: I love this exposure thing.  And I need more of
it.  It seems to have triggered something in me, something I can't deny."

   "Ooo-kaay," he responded slowly.  "Anything else?"

   "This is kinda embarrassing, but I need to, uh, I want to, uh, you know,
go all the way."

   "All the way how?  Nude?"

   "Yeah, totally starkers.  I know that sounds kinda wild, given how I
grew up and how I been with you up 'til now, but I wanna try it."

   "I see.  You're sure?"

   "Yeah.  It's keeps running around in my mind and until I try it, I'll
never get past it.  So, yeah, I wanna do it."

   "I sure didn't see any completely nude people at Paloma, did you?" Cindy
shook her head 'No' before he went on.  "So, I guess we'll need to look up
nudist beaches and maybe go to one, let you try it, huh?"

   Cindy launched herself at him saying, "You'd do that for me?  Really? 
Oh, Ted, you're the best guy a girl could ever wish for.  You won't be
upset knowing other guys, uh, other men will be lookin' at me?"

   "No, Honey, I won't.  What I want is for you to explore anything you
want, to find yourself and if it means walking bare-assed down a beach,
well, I'm all for it."

   "You'll need to be nude too..."

   "Yeah, I figured as much.  You know I've never been as modest as you. 
I've skinny dipped before, so I'm OK with it.  Here, let's google it."

   They spent the next thirty minutes looking up nude beaches on the coast.
Eventually they found one within a two-hour drive from their hotel, a few
kilometers outside of St.  Tropez.  They decided to rent a car for the day
and not rely on public transportation.  That night she spent extra time in
the shower again shaving her legs and all but her landing strip, which she
trimmed short.  She was so excited about the next day that she had trouble
relaxing but eventually after a little bit of wine and some snuggling with
Ted, she drifted off.

   The next morning dawned clear and bright.  They quickly dressed with
summer clothes over their bathing suits, ate breakfast and went downstairs
to pick up the car they had ordered.  Ted drove while Cindy helped
interpret the map and follow the GPS directions.  In about two hours they
were pulling into a parking area.  Once out of the car, they strolled
hand-in-hand to the beach.

   "I know I want to do this, but I'm still a little nervous," she
admitted.

   "Oh, you'll do fine, and just think what this will do to you," he
chuckled.

   As they made their way, they saw people wearing bathing suits, sometimes
topless, but no nudists.  Suddenly Cindy was nervous.  "Maybe it's not a
nudist beach after all," she thought to herself.  Once on the sand they
strolled a bit to the west where there were fewer people.  Suddenly they
both saw the same sight at the same time.  Here on beach towels were a few
couples absolutely naked, stretched out and enjoying the sun.  "Whew," she
said quietly, "I was getting nervous I'd be the only one here."

   "Nah, you're in the clear now, Honey.  Let's just stretch out here and
slip these clothes off."

   "You say that like we were in private," she giggled as she spread out
her towel.  She pulled off her top and shorts and sat on the towel.  After
looking around a few seconds she untied her bikini top and let it slip to
the ground and with a "Here goes," she stretched out and slipped off her
bottoms as Ted shucked down his shorts.

   She was nude, absolutely totally nude!  It felt so invigorating, so
freeing, so natural.  She asked Ted to put sun cream on her back and butt
and did the same for him.  She stretched out on her stomach and faced the
shore.  Her heart was beating fast and hard, she could feel her nipples dig
into the towel and her breathing came in little gasps.

   After a minute or two she became aware of the breeze tickling her
cheeks. It seemed to slip up her crack and spread over her butt, much like
a lover's hands might.  It teased and caressed her, but she still wanted
more.  As discretely as possible, she let her legs splay apart a foot or
so. The breeze now directly played with an area that had never seen
sunlight, tickling it much like Ted did when he would blow on her right
before eating her out.  It felt wonderful!  And she was also aware anyone
walking by could see her most private of places.  This knowledge, along
with the breeze, suddenly sent her into sexual overdrive.  Wild sexual
images teased through her mind as she moistened so much it oozed slightly
out from between her lips.  Her nipples under her felt like she was lying
on pebbles.  Her pelvis felt an aching hollowness that usually occurred as
she was rapidly getting excited such as when Ted would lightly stroke her
lips and clit.

   Eventually the sexual stimulation proved to be overpowering.  She
stirred a bit and decided to turn over.  Once on her back she took sun
cream and started to coat herself from head to toe.  Her fingers seemed to
slow as she rubbed her beaded nipples.  Once she looked around and saw
nobody looking directly at her, she dragged her fingernails across the
nipples which shot sheer lust to her pussy.  Her hands next drifted south,
spreading cream on her belly.  She bypassed the area around her pussy and
coated her legs before deciding she needed to make sure she did not burn
her sensitive pelvic skin.  Taking small dollops of cream, she slowly
coated her lower belly and alongside her pussy.  Her clit seamed to scream
at her, begging to be touched.  She so desperately wanted to touch herself,
but to do so in public was clearly too much.

   She took a tiny dab of cream and slowly rubbed it along her landing
strip, rubbing it into her hair, making sure she didn't burn the sensitive
skin barely covered by her clipped hair; at least, that's what she tried to
convince herself.  After a couple of rubs she took another bit of cream and
rubbed it lower, right above her slit and clit.  It felt so good!  Her body
begged for release.

   "Honey," she whispered to Ted, "Turn over."

   "Sure, what's up?"

   "I am so fuckin' horny I can hardly stand it.  What am I gonna do?"

   "I don't know.  How bad is it?"

   "If there weren't people around here, I'd have already been on top of
you, that's how bad!"

   "Yeah, well, you can't do that, now, can you?"

   "Noooo, but what can I doooo?" came the plaintive cry.

   Ted sat up and looked around.  Sure, there were scattered nude
sunbathers but there were none near them.  Still, he didn't see how she
could 'take care of business.'

   "Honey, you're stuck.  I don't see how you can get relief without
getting caught."

   "Dammit, I'm so horny, I'm about to go to the bathroom over there..."

   "Remember you almost got caught last time.  You want to risk it again?"

   "No, plus they're usually not the cleanest of places" came the faint
reply.  A few seconds later she went on, "Well, if I can't do anything, I
might as well try to forget about it, plan for tonight and get a tan.  Put
some more cream on my back, please."

   Ted sat next to her and applied the cream to her back after she
stretched back on her stomach.  As he rubbed her, she purred her
contentment.  "It's nice," she murmured.  He started to apply sun cream to
her lower back and upper buttocks and her breathing became more irregular
and deeper.  "Mmm, good," came the muffled words.  As he moved lower, he
could sense she was thrusting her butt upwards with each stroke of his
hand. Eventually, as he was rubbing directly on her ass, she said, "Don't
forget the crack.  Don't wanna get a burn there."

   He applied more cream to his right hand and leaned over her a bit.  As
he let his fingers rub her cheek, the thumb trailed deep into her crack. 
"Mmm," she hummed.  "A little harder, please." Pushing harder and harder
only got her to moan softly and push her butt higher to meet his strokes.
His thumb trailed right across her butt hole to her obvious delight. 
"Oooh, yeah, do that again." He kept stoking her butt while letting his
thumb trail across her rosebud.

   Then he became aware of her shifting around a bit before he saw she had
slipped her left arm under her.  After he casually glanced around to be
sure no one was watching, he looked down to see her left fingertips working
feverously on her slit.  "Uh, Honey, are you...?"

   "Yeah," she whispered back, "No one can tell, can they?"

   "I don't think so."

   "Good, sit just like that, like you're just putting cream on me, but
keep that thumb where it is."

   Ted applied more pressure to her hole while she fingered herself from
below.  He could see she was getting increasingly excited and before he
knew it, she closed her eyes tightly, creases crossed her brow and a deep,
red flush crept across her back.  Her body went into spasms, spasms which
she obviously tried to control, but a moan still escaped from her lips. 
Cindy had climaxed out in the open, in front of everybody!

   Ted glanced around and there were no stares or looks of concern, indeed
everything looked absolutely calm, everything except his cock, that is. 
Rubbing her and watching her had caused him to get a serious hard on.  He
slowly took his hand off her butt and rolled onto the towel next to her,
forcing his cock into the sand with a groan.

   "What's wrong, Sweetheart?"

   "Watching you come was so hot, now I've got a bit of a problem."

   "Oh, so now you need to relief, right?"

   "It'd be nice, but let me relax a bit and I'm sure it will pass.  No
sense in us getting caught."

   "Oh, I'm sorry," she whispered as she rubbed his back, "I was kinda
selfish there..."

   "Nah, it's OK.  I'll remember that scene for my spank bank for a long,
long time.  Now, let's just enjoy the sun," he replied as he tried to relax
onto the towel.

   After half an hour she told him, "I'm too hot, so I'm going in the
water. OK?"

   "Yeah, go ahead, but I shouldn't be seen in my current state.  Have
fun."

   Cindy walked slowly to the water.  She glanced around and didn't see
anyone staring at her.  She felt so free, so open, so bare.  Once at the
water she waded in until the water lapped at her pussy.  The splashing of
the water caused her to get excited once more.  As she waded out into the
deeper water her mind told her she needed to come again and her pussy
demanded attention.  Once the water was over her boobs, she drifted her
hand down to her pussy.  "I can do it right here, no one will ever know."

   She found that the seawater was not quite as slick as her own juices,
but it didn't matter.  She was so excited and so in need of another orgasm
that just rubbing her two fingers around in circles right over her clit was
more than enough to get her rapidly racing towards another orgasm.  She
looked around herself and seeing no bathers nearby, she turned facing the
sea and waded up to her neck.  Her busy hand and arm were hidden from view
and she closed her eyes and let her mind drift.  Faster and faster she
rubbed until those usual shocks of desire rose from her pussy to her brain.
She had to clench her teeth and force herself to stay as calm as possible
as her second orgasm of the day tore through her body.  As it subsided her
head hung down a bit and was splashed with a tiny wave.  Sputtering and
laughing to herself, she turned towards shore and swam lazily around.  Once
her heart and pussy had settled down, she slowly made her way to shore and
casually walked like Venus rising from the sea over to their towels.

   "Enjoy it?" asked Ted.

   "You have no idea," she laughed quietly.

   "No!  You didn't!"

   "I most certainly did.  You should try it."

   "Only if you come with me, no pun intended."

   "Sure, let's go," she replied as she led him, half hard on and all, to
the water.  Once submerged to their chests they swam around a bit.  At one
point they came together and she kissed him deeply while he wrapped his
arms around her.

   "Am I feeling someone waking up?" she whispered in his ear.

   "Umm-hmm.  Never fell completely asleep.  Feels good, actually."

   "Let me make him feel better," she said as she slid her hand between
them and grabbed his cock.  "Remember how I got myself off on the beach? 
Remember rubbing my butt hole?  Did it get you excited, hmm?"

   As she kept talking to him and reminding him of her episode on the
beach, he developed a powerful erection.  She would grab it, rub a bit and
then swim a bit away from him before returning.

   "You're such a tease," he grumbled.

   "Yeah, kinda, but I don't want people to think we're doing anything out
here.  Maybe you need to help yourself a little bit, too."

   He would stroke himself a bit and let her when she swam by.  On one
occasion she sank into the water and took him into her mouth for a few
seconds.  "Oh, God, you are a she-devil," he complained when she re-emerged
laughing at him.

   "What's the matter, Honey?" she taunted him.  "Go ahead, get yourself
off, you'll never be able to go up the beach unless you do.  Here, turn out
towards the water," she said as she stood next to him.  "Now, take that
cock of yours and give him some relief.  I wanna watch."

   Ted had had enough.  He needed to come in the worst way, so he grabbed
himself and quickly stroked to a powerful climax.  After he had recovered a
few seconds, she turned to him and asked, "Now, aren't you feeling better?
Too bad you polluted the Med," she laughed.  "And now that it's getting
smaller, I hope no fish decides it's a worm."

   They swam around a bit before walking through the shallow water to the
beach and their towels, where they stretched back out to enjoy the sun. 
Every twenty minutes or so they would turn over and Cindy found being on
her back with her boobs and pussy displayed for all to see was, by far, the
most exciting to her.  Still, she managed to keep her lust under better
control than earlier in the day.

   By four pm they were aware they had more than enough sun and decided to
return to Nice.  After sitting up and slipping on their outer clothes, they
stuffed their bathing suits and gear into their tote bags and wandered back
to the car.  For Cindy the drive back seemed to last forever and they
couldn't get there fast enough.  She urged Ted to no waste any time until
he teased her and said he wanted to eat dinner first.

   "You know they don't even open restaurants until seven or eight, so we
have time to go to our room and still get dinner."

   By the time they got back, dropped off their car and made it to the room
Cindy was fit to be tied.  "I want you and need you right now," she
demanded as the key card slid into the slot.

   "Uh-uh, not so fast.  Gotta get rid of the sun cream.  Shower first," he
said.

   "OK, but I'll shower with you," she replied as she peeled her clothes
off and darted into the stall.  Once the water was on, he stepped inside to
find her washing her hair.  From behind he reached around and to tease her
nipples before his hands went down to play with her clit.  Cindy moaned as
she tried to finish rinsing her hair as quickly as possible.  Ted kept
massaging her clit, round and around, but would back off before she came.

   "You're such a shit," she laughed.

   "Too bad.  That's all you get," he laughed with her.  "We still need to
wash this cream off of us."

   They washed each other quickly, leaving her very frustrated, and stepped
out to dry and get dressed.  After wandering around the streets, they found
an attractive restaurant to have dinner.  At the restaurant they were able
to talk quietly about their day.

   "Oh, Honey, that was so much fun.  I can't believe I did it."

   "I can't believe how this exposure thing has got you turned on.  Wow."

   "Me, either.  But there's something about it that just gets to me.  I
know most nudists don't consider nudism as a sexual thing so much as a
general lifestyle thing, but for me, well, it just cranks my engine."

   "Yeah, I see that.  I wonder what your father would say if he knew you
were doing this."

   "Dad?  What about Mom?  She's the real prude.  She hardly even gave me
the basics of the birds and the bees.  I had to get most of my information
from the sex-ed section of my middle school PE class.  And let me tell you,
having that old Miss Thompson tell us about sex was kinda crazy.  I doubt
she ever had sex, at least with a man."

   Once dinner was over, they strolled hand-in-hand back to their hotel. 
In the room she stripped down and sat on a chair looking over at the
curtains with a far-away look in her eyes.  Ted came up behind her and
quickly wrapped a scarf around her hands, tying them behind her.

   "What are you doing," she gasped as she realized she was unable to move.

   "Ambulance.  Remember that word."

   "Ambulance?"

   "Yes, ambulance.  That's your safe word."

   "What for, anyway?"

   "From here on I'm in charge.  If anything at any time hurts or bothers
you or if you want to stop for any reason, just say 'ambulance' and I'll
stop.  But until then, I'm in charge."

   "I dunno, Honey.  Are you sure?"

   "I promise.  You say the word and I'll quit."

   "Ambulance!" Ted leaned over and started to untie the scarf immediately.

   "No, wait!  That was a test.  I know I can trust you.  Go ahead."

   "Sure?"

   "Sure!  Unambulance me, whatever that means," she giggled as he tied her
hands up again.  He grabbed one of her belts and one of his and tied her
feet to the chair legs.

   "Ready?"

   "Uh, I guess so..." she responded as he opened the curtain and slid the
door to the tiny deck open.  "Wait, what are you doing?"

   He responded by lifting the chair from behind and carrying her out onto
the deck.  The railing was a simple iron bar across the top and glass
below. Between each room's deck was a solid wall.  Cindy sat on a chair,
exposed to the world below yet hidden from the neighbors in the hotel. 
They were high enough that not many would be able to see her, but she was
well lit from two wall sconces, one on either side of the door.  Ted stood
behind her and gently rubbed her shoulders.

   "Like it?"

   "Uh, kinda scary, but actually, yeah, I do."

   "Good," he murmured back as he pulled up another chair and sat behind
her.  His hands slowly rubbed her upper back and shoulders as she began to
relax, sensing the evening breeze flow over her, tickling her nipples and
pussy.

   "Mmm, feels sooo good."

   "Glad you like it." His hands achingly slowly expanded their territory,
eventually sliding over her breasts, but avoiding her nipples, and over her
belly.

   "You tease."

   "What?"

   "My nipples, you forgot my nipples."

   "No, I didn't.  I'm ignoring them on purpose."

   "You shit," she chuckled.

   "You'll get yours, just be patient." His hands slid down her belly,
fingers barely teasing her landing strip, before going down to her legs. 
Up and down her thighs, first on top and then on the inside until his
thumbs grazed her lips.

   "You are such a shit," she moaned.

   "Ambulance?"

   "Hell no!"

   "OK, then, be quiet and enjoy."

   The slow teasing continued for what seemed like eons.  Her pussy was
flooded with moisture, her pelvis felt full and her nipples were beaded up,
begging for attention.  As much as she wanted faster relief, she knew she
needed to keep quiet and let Ted run the show.

   Eventually his left hand drifted up to her breasts and began to slowly
tease the nipples with light strokes and later with some light pinching. 
His right hand all-so-slowly approached her pussy, initially lightly
stroking the outer lips before diving inside to pick up moisture, which he
spread onto her clit.

   "Aaaah, nice..."

   "You like it?"

   "Oh, God, you know I do.  A little harder, please." Instead of harder,
he frustrated her even more by decreasing the pressure on her nipples and
pussy.

   "You turd, you big, fat turd!"

   "That'll teach you to tell me what to do.  I'm in charge here.  Now,
where were we?" he asked as he slowly increased the pressure and tempo of
his rubbing.

   She got more and more excited, her breathing got deeper and her head
rolled from side to side.  Once her legs started to twitch, a sign she was
nearing an orgasm, he eased off on the pressure.  Her pre-orgasmic tension
eased but her frustration increased, however she knew if she complained, he
would back off even more.  Once she relaxed, he started up again, slowly
increasing the pressure of his rubbing and stroking.  Again, and again, she
would approach orgasm, only to have him back off.  It was so frustrating,
so maddeningly frustrating, but she wouldn't, she absolutely couldn't cry
'ambulance.'

   After what seemed like the fifth or sixth episode of stimulation and
relaxation, she let her eyes drift open and she stared down to the
Promenade below.  Her eyes popped wide open.  There were three couples
standing together staring right back at her.  Here she was, stark naked,
bound to a chair and being stimulated by her husband, all the while being
watched by strangers.  The reality of this was like a sudden massaging
right on her clit.  Even though Ted had just been easing off the pressure
and frequency of his attention, she found herself rising rapidly to an
earth-shattering orgasm.  Her eyes squeezed shut, her skin flushed deep
red, her legs twitched and jerked right before her whole torso bent forward
and went into deep, muscular spasms.  Blinding light shot through her brain
as profound pleasure spread through her body and loud moans escaped from
her lips.

   After the orgasm subsided, her head dropped to her chest and her
breathing settled down.  She was aware of Ted's hands gently rubbing her
torso and his light kisses on her neck.  As she opened her eyes, she saw
the couples below quietly clapping before they turned to walk further along
the Promenade.

   "Ted, we were being watched."

   "Umm-hmm, you were being watched.  Like it?"

   "Yeah, definitely.  That's what sent me over the edge, even though you
were easing off at that moment.  Wow, I can't believe you did that."

   "More?"

   "No, please.  I've had enough.  Ambulance, please."

   Ted leaned over and untied the belts and scarf and helped her to her
feet.  She could barely walk to the bed and once there, she collapsed in a
heap, sighing with fatigue.  Ted pulled a sheet lightly over her as she
fell into a deep sleep.

   The next morning Cindy was slow to wake.  Initially she was slightly
confused until she completely opened her eyes and looked around.  Over to
the side was the chair with belts still loosely wrapped around the front
legs.  A faint breeze billowed in the curtains.  Ted snored lightly beside
her.  As she lay there, she thought about her experiences both on the
beaches and the night before.  She realized in spite of her up-bringing,
she had a completely new sexual angle.  She was absolutely turned on by
exposing herself, something she knew would totally shock her family back in
Iowa.  But she was comfortable with her newfound sexuality.

   And she loved her husband.  Ted had played along and allowed her to
explore her new sexual desires.  And the night before; she couldn't believe
how exciting it had been and how it was all a result of his doing.  As she
thought about him, she felt herself getting slightly excited once again. 
She glanced over at him and a smile crossed her face.  She pulled the sheet
slowly away and exposed his cock.  She loved his cock.  It was nicely
shaped, just the right size and tasted great.  She decided to taste it.  A
few licks along the underside of the head and his cock rapidly developed a
strong erection which seemed to wake Ted up.

   "What're you doing?"

   "Giving you a little 'thank you' for last night."

   "Mmm, if you insist," he laughed as he dropped his head back to the
pillow and enjoyed his wife's oral skills.  She had not been very eager to
give blow jobs when they first were sexually active, but with time she
became quite good at them and even enjoyed pleasing him with her lips and
tongue.  There was minimal teasing that morning, just rapid, hard sucking
and licking designed to give him a quick release.  "Oh, God, you really
know how to push all the buttons, don't you?" he said as she worked on him.

   "Mmm-hmm," she intoned around his cock as she kept working him.  In no
time at all he rose up and spasmed as he came in her mouth.  As he
softened, she kept gently licking him knowing it still felt good to him.

   "You like?" she asked, fully knowing the answer, before she went on. 
"Honey, now that I've cleared your pipes, I think we need to get cleaned up
and have a 'rest' day, you know, just simple touristy things.  I couldn't
do another day like yesterday anytime soon.  I need a day or two wearing
clothes.  Don't worry, we can still have fun, but being nude too much will
clearly wear me out."

   Over the next two days they traveled around Nice and viewed more
interesting sights.  They spent a bit of time looking up more nudist
beaches and found a nice one further down the coast which they decided to
visit on their way back towards Paris.  They were able to get a room at a
hotel right next to the beach which meant Cindy could drag Ted upstairs
when she got too frustrated.  After two days there, they zipped back to
Paris and their flight home.

   Their plane was surprisingly empty and they had three seats for the two
of them in the back row and the row in front of them was vacant.  After
they had a lunch they dozed for a while.  It became cool in the plane and
they shared a thin blanket and talked quietly about their trip and the fun
they had.  Cindy thanked Ted several times for allowing her to express her
new sexuality and particularly thanked him for the episode on the hotel
deck.

   "That was the highlight of the trip," she whispered.  "I don't think I
have ever been so excited and when those people down below looked at me,
well, wow, I was in another dimension."

   "Liked it, did you?"

   "NO!  Loved it.  And I love you," she said as she kissed him.  A minute
or so later she went on, "Honey, I'd like to make this a part of our life
together.  I know most folks back home are more hung up than the French,
but there have to be nudist resorts somewhere nearby, don't you think?"

   "Sweetheart, there are.  When you were napping yesterday afternoon, I
googled a bit.  There are two within a couple of hours of us.  I think we
may need to join one of them."

   "Oh, that'd be great, yes, let's.  We can check each one out on a visit
and decide which one to join."

   "I'll do it on one condition," he chuckled as he paused, "No more
masturbating on the beach."
   "Awww, Honeeeey...."