The Landes beach hums with Atlantic waves crashing. Sun-kissed skin glistens. My sister’s family nearby, topless like me. Afternoon dips, laughter, kids splashing. Time to leave. Bernard packs. I rummage my bag. No dry clothes. Stupid habit from nude beach. Bikini bottoms soaked. Topless all day anyway. Heart quickens. Choices: wet fabric chilling skin, soaking car seat? Or bare beneath my dress? Fuck the cold cling. I crave naked freedom. Beach air still caresses my pussy. Why cover? Robe hides enough.
Quick. Serviette on lap. Fingers tug side knots. Bikini slips down thighs, between legs. Wet scrap into bag. Dress falls smooth over bare ass, smooth mound. Pulse hammers. Did anyone see? Bernard oblivious. Walk to car, sand gritty under feet. ‘Guess what I forgot?’ ‘What?’ ‘Dry clothes. Ditched the bottoms. Nothing under this dress.’ His eyes widen. Hand dives under hem, no warning. Fingers graze bare lips. ‘Fuck, true! Hot as hell.’
La Fièvre
Path to parking. His palm kneads my ass cheeks. Exposed. Thrill spikes. At car, trunk open, he yanks dress up. Bare buttocks to world. Possible eyes anywhere. ‘Like a nightie. Love it.’ Skin burns. In car, thighs part. His hand snakes up, probes wetness. Stairwell to apartment, he trails behind. Dress lifts. Cool air licks asshole. One flight. Empty. Heart pounds wild.
Shower rinses salt. Drying, he grins. ‘Dress like before. No panties.’ ‘This beach rag? Nah, pink floral one. Prettier.’ ‘Exactly. Bare pussy for shopping.’ Risk flashes. Strangers glimpsing? But his excitement fuels mine. ‘Fine. You win.’ Robe mid-thigh, thin straps, bustier top. No bra needed. Legs golden. First time truly naked in public spots. Supermarket first. Bend low for item. Feel his stare. Turn. Caught ogling thighs. ‘Pervert.’ ‘Knowing you’re bare… cock throbs.’ Heat pools low. Among strangers, fabric whispers over slick folds. Taboo rush. Forbidden thrill.
Fleurist last. Back home, door shuts. Hand under dress. Finger circles clit. ‘Soaked already.’ ‘Your fault.’ Truth: bareness electrifies. Head ducks under hem. Tongue flicks pearl. Legs spread wide. Juices flow. Breath hitches. Pussy throbs urgent.
Le Brasier
He spins me. Hands brace commode. Dress hikes. Cockhead nudges slit. One thrust. Buried deep. Skin slaps. Grips hips. Pounds hard. Heart races frantic. Waves build. Deeper, faster. Flesh grips him. Climax crashes. He floods me hot. Spent, trembling.
Quick rinse. His plea: ‘Stay bare for sister’s.’ Risky. Deep couches. But I yield. Car ride, fingers invade. Thighs splay. At her place, flowers in hand. Bend, thighs flash. Beau-frere greets. Salon deep seats. I sink couch. Dress rides up. Bare pussy inches from view. Bernard opposite. Eyes lock. Legs part tease. Aperitif flows. Alcohol warms blood. Thighs loosen. Flash him glimpses. Pulse races. Dinner safe on chair.
Home. Slow lovemaking. Touches everywhere. Builds slow. Orgasms shatter. Morning croissants. ‘Nude dress got you dripping.’ ‘Your doing, pig.’ He knows. I crave more.