My ex-girlfriend was direct, “Hey Brett, you know I don’t get a lot of pleasure when we try to make love. Instead, I would call it ‘make boring’.” It went downhill from there. I didn’t see it coming, so I moped around for several months. Then I decided that I needed to meet people, mainly women, and joined a site called “Lush Stories”. I added no photos, just some landscapes from around the area.
Surfing the internet, I found a peculiar profile for Nuthin2hide that had a unique woman’s photo in her media section, showing her with her nude back and head turned toward the camera with a seductive look on her face. A second GIF had her lift her head and wink at the viewer. She had shoulder-length blond hair and green eyes. She was 35, like me, and lived in Saint Tropez, near Sainte-Maxime, where I lived, in the South of France, not Alabama y’all.
A question was written at the bottom of the photo: “Do you have any courage?”
My quick response was, “No,” but I didn’t send it.
My second response was to fake it. I wrote a brief message and sent it: “If you’re looking for courage, you will find me capable of anything.”
Her response was,” If you have that kind of courage, send me a photo and make sure it includes your face.”
So, I sent it, full frontal, with my face. She asked if I really lived nearby. Responding to her affirmatively, she asked me if I liked nude sunbathing. My response was, I like to watch women nude sunbathing, but I admit that I am more a voyeur than an exhibitionist.
Her next response was that I should join her for a week on a quest to find myself, to become accustomed to being nude outside. She said if I agreed, we could meet at a small, secluded island off the coast that was mostly shrouded in secrecy yet had a small amount uncovered in truth.
The island is the Ile de Levant (Levant Island) off the coast near Hyères and Lavandou. Although almost 90% military, the truth resides in the 10% found in Héliopolis.
The naturist village of Héliopolis was founded in the early 30s but was occupied during World War II by Italians and Germans. Thinking about that, I pictured each soldier with two exposed helmets, one removable for their head and the other integral. Being from the US originally, I was reassured that there would not be any concealed weapons in Héliopolis.
It was going to be a one-week stay, and my mystery companion chose La Villa Héliade as our base of operations. She had planned a week of relaxation and learning about each other. We had exchanged direct messages to relieve any indications that one of us was a serial killer. I was nervous because if we found out that we were not compatible, then it could be a long week.
Keeping that in mind, on July 1, I took the one-hour boat trip from the Tour Fondue to the Ile de Levant with my clothes, a pair of shorts, two T-shirts, a few pairs of underwear, and a shirt—and, most importantly, 2 bottles of 50 SPF sunscreen. I nervously expected that my attire during the week would be mainly sunscreen.
I made my way up the hill, dragging my small carry-on suitcase. I checked into the Villa Héliade, in the Portman Suite. My weeklong companion was not yet there, and so I looked around the villa with the hot tub and infinity pool overlooking the Mediterranean. It is a nude resort, but I hesitated to strip down, because I hadn’t met Terri (Theresa) yet. I wanted to make a good first impression.
Later in the hour, a knock at the door signaled her arrival. My heart beat a little faster and harder as the door opened and a woman completely nude, except for only a paréo wrapped around her neck, entered the room. She had my photo, but all I had seen was her introductory photo and GIF on her profile. It was good that I had not decided to be undressed. Greeting someone you don’t know with an erection does not normally make a good first impression.
Terri came up to me and we gave one kiss on each cheek as is normal in the region. She had amazing 34DD breasts that hardly moved during our initial hello kisses. Her body was muscle-toned, and she had a landing strip of blond hair with a mound of Venus that was inviting. And yes, she was tan and there were no lines. It was almost like I ordered her over the net.
The pleasantries over, she questioned, “What are you doing all dressed?”
“I wanted to give you a good first impression,” I answered.
“I have already seen your body from your photo,” Terri retorted.
“Yes, but that isn’t the same thing, and you are really amazing,” I responded.
I handed her a small bouquet, and my shirt, and she continued to push me, “Okay, they are beautiful flowers and that’s a start, but I want those shorts and boxers!”
As I removed the last stitch, she evaluated me like I was hung up at a slaughterhouse.
“Oh yes, Brett, there is a difference from the photo, and I will investigate that later,” she said.
In my birthday suit, I was petrified about going outside. Terri was obviously not and took my hand to lead me outside. I was almost like an astronaut in space, but without a suit (one small step for man, one small dick for mankind). She directed me down to the Plage des Grottes, a little way away, and down the steep hill on the other side of the Port. The air against my body and her confidence in walking made me much less self-conscious than before.
We arrived at the beach, which was fairly small, and the timing made the beach empty. We put our towels down and went into the crystal-clear water that was just across from the Ile de Port-Cros. The scene was idyllic, and that was where Terri put her arms around me and kissed me deeply for the first time. Her tongue found mine, and I did not want to stop. It felt so good after these months to have a woman’s touch and lips. I held her head and caressed her back as we embraced.
“Mmm…you’re a great kisser, so much passion for a first kiss. I love the way you touch me,” she half-moaned.
“You are very kind, Terri,” I told her.
“Nonsense, Brett! I will tell you if I am not happy with anything. Let’s talk on the beach, I am distracted with your arms around me and that rogue tongue teasing me,” she replied.
We went to the west-facing beach of the Plage des Grottes and lay on the sand looking at the late morning sky, still with a little shade.
“Brett, you have a great body, but you also have a kind demeanor, along with being intelligent. Why hasn’t someone taken you and locked you up in their bedroom?” she asked.
“Well, I can’t answer that, but my last girlfriend told me I was boring—in the worst place, the bedroom,” I answered.
We continued discussing, and I felt that I had no limitations to discuss my life successes as well as failures. Terri had stripped away more than my clothes, and now had my mind as well. This was an interesting trip, with still over six days to go.
As the day heated up, we went back in the water. We swam out into the channel with the water so warm, and Terri’s hair all wet from swimming. She had an ass that was perfectly rounded as she swam. We stopped after about ten minutes, treading water, and started talking again.
“I love this place, Brett. The water all over me without any encumbrance. With someone, and getting to know him as we navigate not only the island, but each other’s tangled past,” she thought aloud.
“My love life has left much to be desired, but I know what I want. For the moment, every man that I have crossed has left me, and I have not regretted their leaving,” she continued.
“Everyone has their own story, Terri. It amazed me that you asked me to meet you here. To add to that you have been very open about everything. Why did you ask me to come here?” I queried.
“Every other man who responded to me that they were brave and had no problem being nude and parading around,” she continued, ”You were the only man who told me that you were hesitant. For me, you were being honest. The others had to have some hesitation to meet me, as we say in French “á poil”—nude, but they wouldn’t admit it.”
I was surprised by her response, but it seemed like she was opening up to me also. I wanted to continue, but the heat of the day and the time on the beach had me suggest that we look for a place to have lunch. We strolled toward the port and then began the climb toward the town center. At the town center, we found the restaurant Héliotel. The tables have a spectacular view of the Mediterranean, overlooking the other nearby islands. We both asked for a Pastis.
“You are probably the first American to request a Pastis,” Terri ribbed me.
“I really like it! My mother used to make cookies with anise when I was young,” I told her.
We relaxed and ordered lunch with a half bottle of rosé. Continuing our discussion from before, Terri asked me about what I was looking for in a girlfriend or partner. I told her that an ideal partner for me would be difficult to define, but that person would need to be someone who was giving but also capable of receiving affection. Also having an openness to try different things, activities outside, and learning new things. A view on life that would be carried over into the bedroom (or other places). The woman would demonstrate passion and not be hesitant or restrained in making love. That last part was difficult to express because I had just met Terri.
In the discussion, she mentioned that she liked to travel and had already been to a series of different countries with various cultures. She had majored in French, but her real passion was in writing, and she wanted to try her hand at it. Her first effort was not accepted for publication, but she was persistent and had a second novel accepted. For now, she was teaching at a school in Saint Tropez.
We finished our meal, a light lunch, and Terri proposed that since it was almost three in the afternoon, we go back to the Villa and relax, waiting for the sunset that was special from the infinity pool or our deck. Without hesitation, I agreed, because I was a little tired after waking up early to catch the boat.
When we arrived at the Villa at almost four o’clock, we were both tired. Having shared much of my life’s story with Terri, I only wanted to rest. Terri was also quite tired, so we both agreed. We conked out on the bed without doing any other exploration. Luckily, neither one of us snored, so we had a good siesta.
At seven o’clock, the sun was lowering a little, and I was gently awakened by Terri massaging my back and kissing my neck. In accord with my sleeping habits, my short arm had elongated. Terri’s hands glided over my back and legs. I was a little embarrassed and didn’t want to move too much, and did not want to turn over, so I feigned sleeping. She had seen me nude, but without my third leg at full extension.
She continued and in five minutes, she leaned into my ear with those bountiful melons poking me with the erect nipples on the back.
“Come on, Brett! Any man who isn’t awake by now is dead. You should be well-rested, and we have a view of the sea that makes me sweat in certain places more than others,” she coaxed.
“If you turn over, I will continue the professional massage,” she proposed.
“Okay, but I would like to have my chance to give you one also,” I said, adding, “I am a little uncomfortable.”
With that I rolled over onto my back and Terri’s eyes opened wide and she exclaimed, “Oh my god, Brett, you have such a sexy cock. I think I will like this week, and you will probably hate me for fucking you raw.”
To her credit, she continued her massage kissing my ears, moving down to my neck, sucking, and kissing my chest and making my nipples hard. Her hands kneaded my chest, arms, neck, and head. She kissed and sucked on my abdomen, leaving purple passion marks on her way down. It was so good that I almost forgot about my erection. But Terri did not.
“Time for your legs, Brett. Open those columns wide for Terri, please,” she asked.
Positioning herself between my legs, she massaged my calves and kissed them. It was so sensual. Moving up to my thighs, she felt the muscles in my legs on both sides and then concentrated on one and then the other. Kissing and nibbling at my thighs maintained my third leg. The passion marks she left inside my thigh were something I had never experienced before. Her slow, steady work did not hide her intention, and my pillar showed my appreciation.
“Brett, we have not known each other for a long time, but I have a longing to please you,” she stated.
“Terri, I feel a closeness to you that I haven’t had for years,” I told her.
“I have had a great experience with you today, so far, Brett, your cock is so beautiful to me that I need you to let me have your cum. It is selfish, but I want you to last when you couple with me for the first time,” Terri supplicated.
As if I were going to say that she couldn’t have it. Moving to my crotch, she took one of my balls into her mouth. Circling her tongue around me, she moaned like she had just tasted a delicacy. My shaft twitched with her activity, and she pushed on my perineum. Giving the second of the pair equal treatment, her mouth and tongue slowly moved up my rod.
Now my cock was leaking precum and Terri’s mouth was moving up with her snake-like tongue washing me. Cradling my balls and pushing on my perineum her other hand moved to pump me as she arrived near my cockhead. Her tongue circled the tip and found my frenulum, just under the head.
Her mouth then dove over the tip, and her tongue circled around the shaft, exciting me with every turn, just as she moved her hand up and down in rhythm with her mouth. It was so long and so passionate, as she groaned, occasionally lifting off to half mumble, so good, or so hard, or just something unintelligible.
Terri put herself into pleasing me so much that it was impossible to hold myself back. She knew that, and one thing that she said was understandable; she wanted to swallow my man seed. My whole body started to move with her, and I was taken somewhere I never knew existed.
“Cum for me Brett, give me your load,” she pleaded.
The short order was enough after all her attention. I felt the involuntary contractions start and my cock bucked in Terri’s mouth. The first spurt I felt went into her mouth, and her throat accepted it without complaint. She moaned and managed a “yes” from the side of her mouth. The following four contractions and expansions went similarly, with some semen seeping out of the side of Terri’s lips. Lifting her mouth off my member, she moved up to my lips, we kissed languidly while she held my cock in her hand, and we shared my taste.
I was not going to be hard for a little while, and I wanted to show my gratitude and desire for Terri. I moved to her ears and told her that she needed a special massage. Kissing her neck and then her upper chest, I moved to her breasts. My hands had already begun to help relieve some of the tension she had built up, giving me pleasure.
On her back, I sucked her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Her back arched as my tongue licked while sucking her areolas and gently biting her nipples. Moving down slowly, I sucked and bit a little to return the favor and provide her with at least a few passion marks. Those are, of course, impossible to hide at a naturist resort.
Her abdomen was moving at a high rate as I slipped down towards her womanhood. Terri was starting to move and to tell me what she wanted.
“Lick me, make me cum with your tongue,” was among the most intelligible things she said as her voice was garbled as if she still had me in her mouth.
I moved between her legs, with one hand massaging her breasts and the other between her thighs. The flat of my hand moved toward her treasure. My mouth slid down her landing strip to find the control center for her enjoyment.
Running my tongue over her wetness that was bubbling over her slit, I tasted that incredible liquid and moaned as her clit, engorged with desire, throbbed with my tongue and mouth helping give it what it craved. My hand glided over to Terri’s mound with two fingers massaging her outer lips as my tongue and mouth made sure that her pearl stayed focused on her pleasure.
One hand massaged her mountains, and their summit was gently pinched and pulled. With Terri moving more and more, and wetter, I moved one finger and then two into her love tunnel. Touching her G spot with her clit in my mouth sent her over. Her hands fondled my head.
“Oh fuck! I can’t stop,” she cried out.
I didn’t want her to stop; that was the point. A huge squirt, and her elixir was released. I tasted as much as possible and licked off her thighs. Terri was smiling and expressed her thanks with a passionate kiss and wriggled as the last part of her orgasm subsided.
“Now you are going to give me that marvelous rod and cum in my pussy, Brett, I want you deep in me,” she said, “but I need to get you in ‘shape’ for me.”
With that she descended and sucked on my cock to get me ready.
“I am going to ride you, Brett. I am so horny for you I want you magic wand in my cunt,” Terri stated.
The next few minutes were a blur. Terri placed one hand on my chest and another on my cock and then plunged my shaft into the dark, silky, wetness of her pussy. She placed both her hands on my chest and was plunging up and down.
Putting my hands on her tits and playing with her nipples made her move even faster. She leaned forward a little to have her clit gently rub against my body. We could both feel that this rate would not be sustainable for long.
“Cum with me, Brett, I want your cum deep in me,” she was almost incoherent.
Then she moved a hand in back and grabbed my balls.
“Give it, don’t hold it, I’ll cum when you give me your cream,” she was clear about what she wanted.
I could feel the rise from my balls and the rod starting the process of release. As she sensed my milk filled her, she gave a brief shriek, and I was all wet. It was so passionate and full of desire that we both collapsed with her on top and kissed languidly as our hands continued to grope each other, showing that we both had gratitude for each other’s pleasure.
Now it was almost sundown, and we were tired. We sat on the chaise longue and watched the sun paint the sky with colors. The islands and the mainland in view, until the sun was swallowed by the earth.
We were thirsty and hungry after our introductory meeting. It was still a warm July night, and we decided to go to a restaurant for dinner. The moonlight was romantic, and we decided to talk more. Watching the moon and walking back to the suite, Terri looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
Terri started, “You know that as a gerund, ‘Ile de Levant’ is ‘Island of the Raising’ and I think you raised a lot today!”
She continued, “Brett, you were unbelievable. I wanted to thank you for all of that. It has been too long since I felt a man wanted just to please me.”
“I think that we both have the same feeling,” I told her.
That was a long time ago, it seems. The week was spent talking about how we became who we are and who we were, with our loves and loves lost. Our personal successes and failures. It was more than I thought I would ever learn about someone in a week. Oh, I did get over my hesitation to appear in public nude. That is, when I calmed down after we made love, going out visibly aroused is frowned upon, even in Héliopolis. It was odd that being nude seemed to help me open up, giving me the courage to remove my psychological clothes before Terri.
One other thing. My ex-girlfriend told me I don’t make love, “I make boring”. I asked Terri if she thought making love with me was boring. She commented that if I am boring, please make me bored as long as we are together.
The last day, Terri gave me her address, email, telephone number, and most importantly her heart. We moved in together shortly afterward, and plans of our life together keep coming. All it took was a little courage to tell her the truth and a lack of artificial covering--both physical and psychological.
