On this hot Sunday in June, the start of my vacation that I decided to switch to 100% as a woman (I finally decided to assume myself on a daily basis as a woman as soon as I can because that's how I feel good), here I am off to a place I've heard of but don't know: Port Galland and its gay naturist beach.Long wig, varnished hands and feet, made up with a little tank top, full mid-length skirt and sandals, here I am off on an adventure.I quickly find the place everyone is talking about to park safely but hesitate to get out of my car because there is a lot of traffic and I don't know how a girl like me can be welcomed. A few men pass alongside my vehicle, look at me without sneering. I even get hellos. I decide to take my courage in 2 hands and throw myself outside.A small path goes deep into the woods towards the Ain river and quickly I come across naked men walking around (sometimes caressing each other, which I don't mind), others are enjoying the sun on their towels. I walk around and quickly notice that the only reactions aroused by my presence are more or less greedy looks and pretty sexes that stand up. Finally a gay naturist place where walking around as a woman is not frowned upon.I do not hide that I'm starting to have my clit hardening under my skirt, at the sight of these pretty bodies as well as very naughty moments that I surprise in the corners.I didn't pay attention but a fifty-something was following me. As I stop, he comes from behind, slipping his hand under my skirt to caress my ass (I'm naked under my skirt) and tells me he wants me.Surprised, I jump a little, turn around and find it to my liking. He offers me to suck him in a grove. Rather handsome, I accept and off we go for a grove.I quickly make him jump the shorts. He finds himself naked in front of me, completely shaved with a nic ...

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