i confess i went to a clothing optinal beach in france. by clothing optional read nudist. i was on my summer break betweem my fr and sr year and went to stay with a french family of three girls, 13 to 15. one weekend we went to the beach. little did i know it was clothing optional.

the three girls, their mom and dad, all did the clothing optional thing. i had never seen a man buck naked, i saw one that day. we sunbathed, ate lunch at the lunch wagon, walked around and saw lots and lots of naked and near naked people, all sizes, ages, and looks. all this while i was in my two piece (i call it a bikini, but they must have tought it was from the dark ages). what was amazing to me was the total lack of modesty, i mean both men and women (and boys and girls) in all positions, bending over, sitting, spread, nothing but nothing to the imagination.

the youngest girl teased me about staying covered and suggested i go 'au natural' with them. so mid afternoon, i took off my top. i felt that a thousand eyes were on me. but boobs were everywhere. did i get comfortable, yes after a while. comfortable enough to take the bottoms off too. if my mother saw me naked on a beach with a bunch of other nake people she would die.

the end result, we went several other weekends to the beach and took it all off and walked up and down the beach as if it was the most natural thing to do, and i found out that the family was into nudism, and there were a couple of nude parties at their house, and i saw so many naked guys that seeing a guys willie was no longer a shock. and...

at one nude pool party one of the family's cousins about our age, came on to me, and while kidding around with me he got the biggest hard on. i had never seen one up close, and he smiled a bit, and took my hand and put it around his willie, and i grabbed him and held it tight and he moved my hand on it and i gave him a hand job, and his penis got so hard and got so red i thought it would bust, and then he looked into my eyes and i knew something was going to happen, and he pushed me back on the towel and got on me and spred me with his knee and still looking into his eyes he stuck it in me. he thrust so hard, i had to open up wide to let him in all the way, and right there beside the pool, mid afternoon he popped my cherry. when he came, i just held him, and helped him get off, and looked down at his stuff coming out of me.

the house mom came over and we were both really embarrased, she gave me a kitchen towel to clean up with, and asked her nephew to leave us for a minute, and sat down beside me and asked me if i was on the pill. i said no, and she asked me about my last period and such. she was really freaked out i would get pregnant, and all of a sudden so was i. that was the scary part, and worried part. she took me to a dr the next day and got me on the pill.

she told her nephew to use a rubber from now on, but we didn't like it, and we just did it when and where we wanted to and somehow i didn't get pregnant. it was really a fun and adventuresome summer in france, and i cried and cried when i left, and left my summer love.

now with a 15 year old of my own, i worry a bit about sending her abroad, but i will and maybe she too will have a 'wonderful' summer that she never will tell her mother about.