That year, I decided to go on vacation to the coast around Fréjus. I arrive at reception and collect the keys to number 17, my bungalow, close to the swimming pool. I set up my things and decide to go do some shopping at the campsite store. I immediately notice a beautiful blonde woman wearing a sarong. With the low light of the early evening I notice that she is not wearing anything underneath. She senses my somewhat insistent gaze on her rump and a broad smile lights up her face. I then tell myself that the vacation is off to a pretty good start. We find ourselves at the checkout and the beauty says to me as she leaves: - number 24. I smile and tell her that it's noted. I return to my bungalow and try to locate number 24. It is in the same alley as me, on the other side and offset by about twenty meters. Through the window of the door I see this woman with long blond hair, large hazel eyes and a slender body putting her groceries in the fridge. Behind her stands a dark-haired man in his forties, rather handsome, certainly her companion. I then tell myself that I have come across a funny number. What exactly is this woman looking for, an adventure, curious to give me her bungalow number. A little later in the evening, after eating, I decide to go for a little walk on the beach. As I return, around midnight, passing in front of my mysterious naughty girl's bungalow, I see her on the balcony. As I pass right in front of her, she calls out to me and says: I'll be you, I'll come back in ten minutes, at the back in the small alley. She is wearing a short purple dress that suits her very well. I go home and after a while I tell myself that after all it doesn't cost anything to go take a look. I slip discreetly to the back of the bungalow. I am perfectly hidden from view. A dense alley separates the different plots. I see through the window a lit but empty room. After a moment the woman arrives, a towel wrapped around her shoulders. She approaches the half-open window and whispers: - Are you there? I respond by tapping the window. She then removes her towel and finds herself completely naked. She lies down on the bed and slowly begins to caress her breasts. She can't see me in the light but she glances at the window. She slides her hands over her magnificent body, her stomach, her hips then delicately her right hand slides between her thighs. She is completely shaved. ...

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