This true story took place this month in the moors.Having left with the family in a bungalow, I was rather in the spirit: nothing is going to happen because I am not alone. My xxx getaways are my secret garden.In the afternoon, we spent it at the beach ... with occasional trips my wife and I to the naturist beach near the textile beach where our 3 teenagers stayed.A bit of a physiognomist, I had noticed a couple crossed over on the campsite with 2 teenagers too. They had to do as we did to make the holidays a pleasure for all. I think they noticed us too… a little nod of hello.From Wednesday July 7, my wife had to leave us to resume work starting on her own.So I continued to go to the natural beach on my own… ..the swimsuit, I really can't stand it …… the water, the sun and the hot sand, it is a pleasant contact on my completely shaved skin.Installed on my towel to make a few crosswords, my "camping neighbors" passed me by greeting me verbally and wondering about my presence alone at the beach.I briefly explained to them “the why and how”, indicating that I was not going to annoy them and let them enjoy their naturist afternoon.The husband who will be named Philippe out of discretion offered to settle next door because the location suited them. They made themselves comfortable and landed on the sand. Philippe was closest to me and his wife “Isabelle” next to him.We discussed things and others and the practice of naturism allowed us to bring up more personal discussion topics. The sun which heated the body and the spirits had heated Isa with whom to discuss I had to lean a little on the side of Philippe…. Fairly well endowed by nature.Perhaps feeling strong being in a relationship and at ease given my answers and my lack of gene on the subject, they explained to me their desire for novelty …… and the need to get out of their sexual routine. They must have seen that I was not indifferent to their ideas by staring at my crotch.The time had come to leave each other to pick up my 3 teenagers and I told them to take time off for today, hoping to meet them again tomorrow or another day. Was it a subterfuge or not… ..Philippe looked at his watch and told me that they were going to do the same. Isa offered to return to Natu Beach together. Taking my time to fold my things, I found myself behind them admiring the swaying pace of Isa on the way back. We picked up our teenagers and said good evening. Everyone resumed their journey to return to the campsite.Having spotted their car, we found ourselves on the road to the campsite behind them, I decided to stay behind even if I used to go back a little faster. This allowed me to see where they were installed. They had a "Bungali", a canvas bungalow with bedroom and kitchen, but in front of the campsite's sanitary facilities.Once back, my teenagers took the shower by storm…. Stayed more than reason on the sand with my 2 new friends, I decided to go to the toilet block. On the way, I met Phil who was going there too. We continued our discussion of the beach by indicating that we were much better on the sand of the natural beach without swimsuits. He also explained to me that it was not easy to remove the sand and the sunscreen on the back. He hoped Isa would join him soon enough to help him do so. In the tone of the joke, I indicated to him that I could give him a hand …… .We arrived at the toilet block, Phil entered the shower room just before me, then entered a free sho ...

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