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Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result. To be different meant I had to do something? unusual. We discussed it, Laurent and I, and a holiday at a naturist resort would be the difference we needed.On my first day, naked on the beach, the scent of hot sand is piqued by distant tobacco smoke, and I shiver in the heat with nerves.It is not because I am unattractive, I am not as curvaceous as some, and mine is a delicate frame. My shoulders match the width of my hips with a pleasing cinch to my waist. I am taller than average, a willowy creature with limbs to match and olive skin. I love my hair; it is long and brunette with a natural curl. As an extension of my personality, it is a prop to my hazel eyes, which express my emotions too readily. As I recline onto my elbows, the long tresses rest over my breasts, melded to my frame as broad mounds.The zephyr breeze is a caress from a relentless lover. It seduces me slowly, arousing my mind and senses with a lyrical intensity that will not cease. Warmed inside by unfamiliar desires, soothed by the crest and fall of a lazy tide, the sun scorches away my reticence.I am Amandine, the ex-girlfriend of Laurent Badeux. Jilted before we came here as the former puddle of tears that cowed and thought the world would end. I am the quiet, unassuming woman who gazes into space when I pass you by. I have all the youthful introversion that a nineteen-year-old can possess. In fact, I have enough for two nervous souls.Sweeping my hair back, I tie it into a ponytail. It is a small step, a display of my insignificant confidence. To look at others, hiding behind my sunglasses, I can admire them, and their nonchalance reassures me. I lounge for a few hours until I find my courage, walking naked into the sea for a swim. I am too nervous to be aroused, yet something is there, a tiny voice within. No one will know, and I encourage it.-=-For three days, I submit to freedom, and this liberation stirs something profound inside. I must temper it, or I might lose control. Its power is stunted by the limitations I impose on myself. I will not indulge in the hedonistic delights this place offers. Yet, its promise swirls inside with a monstrous potency, but I am too cowardly to act upon it.Today, temptation betters my restraint. I heard of this place through eavesdropping, and my curiosity would not be placated all day. My hair is loose, flapping in the stiff breeze, and a louche state of mind loosens my gait. The sway of my hips is a tentative siren call. Undeniable sensual flames lick within, and I am not the shop assistant from Marais anymore. I can be anybody here - sexual, coquettish, perhaps available.Perched on a dune, the fading sun colours the wisps of cloud red. What I see fires my imagination. My need crawls under my skin as a prickly heat I cannot scratch, and it pulses in waves. These are not the witching hours I avoid but the embers of the afternoon. Before me are the people that cannot Bolu Escort (http://www.escortbolu.com) wait, and I doubt they know each other. I can empathise because this is their merciful release from the gnawing temptation. It might be their kink, their fantasy realised, or the regular denouement of their afternoon.Orgasms like this, every afternoon. I am burning, and I want to be burnt.I linger on one, a young, muscular? Adonis. He is fully erect with a pleasing curve to his thick shaft that is shorn of any hair. It is delicious and proportioned perfectly to his frame, a blend of power and athleticism. He stands as one of them in a crescent around her. She is eager and hungry, stroking two while her head bobs back and forth on a third. Sun-bleached hair scraped back in a ponytail, naked as I am, and enthusiastic hands caress, cup, and squeeze her fulsome breasts. She is pleasing to the eye, a little older, still delectable, and mesmerising to watch. Some are waiting their turn, and others are here to spectate. She is astride one lucky soul, rubbing her naked sex on his face, lofting her hips enough to see his tongue lapping at her folds. The flushed pillows of her vulva glisten, and I cannot tear my eyes away.Amongst so much male arousal, I fight the urge to offer a welcoming mouth and my slender hands. The thought quivers through me. I must bite my lower lip because I yearn to touch myself. My clit throbs, and if I breech my sex, its juices will spill easily.Laurent was the first to learn of my intimate secret. If he could see me now, my naked pallor hued by the kiss of sunlight. Biscuit and not bronzed, hiding behind sunglasses with my voluminous hair tied back. Watching her, sucking, caressing their tight balls, grinding on a different man?s face. Within me, my mind races, and a cauldron of arousal boils. The urge to masturbate is so strong, yet it would be an open invitation for others to use me as they do with her.Distracting myself, it sparkles to the horizon as a sea of diamonds. They glimmer too, her pierced nipples, stout and erect, probably sensitive? I crave them. I doubt that would be requited as I watch her breasts jiggle and then restrained again as different hands squeeze each one. Her head turns, and she faces me. In between erections, she grins at me with her eyes hidden, I try to reciprocate, and at the vital moment, my muscle memory fails me. Perhaps it is an enigmatic smile because I am not shocked, and I hope it conveys my fascination.The thought of their vibrant seed splashing onto my skin shudders through my soul.I watched them ejaculate as streaks and fat drops onto her body. I cannot return to my hotel room fast enough, and my skin is livid to the faint caress of my macrame dress. My sex pulses so powerfully I might grab a man from the passers-by, lead him somewhere, and demand he ploughs my feverish cunt.In my bathroom, under a cool shower, the ferocity of my libido must be appeased. The foamy suds are torture and caressing Bolu Escort Bayan (http://www.escortbolu.com) my elfin curves; it should be someone else? anyone else. The thought that strangers take their gratification through me plunges my fingers into my swollen sex. Exploring my body as they would, squeezing my springy breast and plucking its nipple, my imagination sparks with the sights I have witnessed. Overwhelmed by a rapid and vigorous orgasm, I cling to the tiled wall, stifling my cries as they echo.I am not sated.Clean and prone on the sensual bedsheets, I hump my hand. Writhing faster, my uncontrollable mind rifles through the most tawdry and despicable acts I crave. Every one of my orifices is a servant to their needs? all of them, all at once. Plunging a finger into my unsullied ass, I squeeze out the one that lurks deepest within. It surges, larger and larger, stalling my climax until I am a twitching corpse. This is the vicious climax, the one when my conviction is greatest for the most depraved things I need.I bury my face into the soft down of the pillow, muffling my visceral cries. This is the one I will have when I am deranged with lust. The one I will experience when I am filled with urgent men using me as their toy. The moment they fill each hole with their copious seed.Rolling over, I am panting, flushed and glowing with temporary relief.-=-?Hey beautiful, are you alone? You are too ravishing to be single.?Under my macrame dress, I busy myself, my flip-flops slapping my feet faster in my eagerness to retreat.?Hey, beautiful??I will not turn around.?Hey??He is louder, closer, or both.Returning from the dunes, I am at my weakest state. As a spectacle, I watched strangers fucking. She was a hostage to her lusts, taken at both ends, as an angel on all fours. On her back, fucked by a succession of men, a production line of groans, keeping her hands, mouth and sun-kissed cunt busy. I lost count of her shuddering climaxes and the men that decorated her body with their pearly seed.My sex is pulsing again, and its craven need for hot meat is a relentless aggravation. Rounding the corner, the sandy tarmac at the beach?s edge is the first concession to the naturist village. I have not heard him again in what feels like minutes, and it is probably only seconds.Approaching the conveniences and the public showers, I could use their tepid water to remove the gritty sensation from my feet and chill my ardour. Maintaining a quick pace, I am urgent for my solitude, desperate to relive the images seared in my mind.The skid of shoes on the path alerts me. Startled, I face its direction, and my heart sinks. He was the one watching me as I watched her being fucked.?Finally? hey beautiful.??Is he bothering you??A different voice, softer and feminine, sounds assertive, and I turn to face her. I do not recognise her in a bikini top and tie-dye sarong except for the sunglasses and welcoming smile.I stammer, ?Yes? yes, he is.??Hey, you!? She Escort Bolu (http://www.escortbolu.com) gestures with a dismissive jerk of her head, and her delicate upturned nose suggests his direction of travel, ?She is not interested. Keep walking.?My relief is palpable as he crumples, turns and walks away.?Thank you.?Removing her sunglasses, she greets me with a curl of her lips, ?No problem.??I am Amandine.??Elise.? She frowns, ?Were you at the dunes again??I nod, suddenly recognised, and feel skittish, ?Yes.?Elise tuts as I look at the shower. Choosing to say nothing, prickled with embarrassment, I push the chrome button and douse my feet. A few late stragglers are leaving the beach, sharing the second shower. She is hovering, and I want them to melt away, and we are alone again.She watches the couple leave and faces me, ?If you do not mind me saying. I would not expect you at the dunes.??No? Why??She chuckles, ?Alone, there, and you are what? Twenty???Nineteen.?Elise gasps in disbelief, ?You like to watch??I am burning with shame and tongue-tied, ?I? I do.?Looking at her, her grin widens, ?I admire your courage.??Thanks.??Your admirer had a point. You are beautiful and will attract attention there. I noticed you.??Thank you? I think.?I cannot look her in the eyes. Lingering on her lips, I know what they look like wrapped around a hard cockShe chuckles again, ?You are here on your own??I nod, feeling furtive, and my embarrassment is tinged with shame. Elise is so brusque and matter-of-fact. Six men shot their cream over her face and breasts yesterday. It was as if it never happened.Her smile is laced with warmth, ?Are you doing anything right now???No.??There is a bar. It is quiet and good for conversation. The men here are mostly fine, but you look shaken. Let me buy you a drink.?-=-Elise learned everything in reverse, my secret first and my motivation with Laurent second. Playing with the condensation on the bottle, its effects went straight to my head. Beer, getting people together for three-thousand years.Elise is older, in her early thirties. Her body carries the scent of coconut butter, her hair loose, and she is an even deep brown all over. I want to admire her body, yet I must maintain eye contact. She has attractive features, juicy cheeks, and a pleasing jawline. Her eyes penetrate my soul and are the deepest blue, perfect with her blonde hair. I have seen her naked, broad-shouldered, curvaceous hips, strong limbs and generous breasts. She is Amazonian compared to my skinny bones.She listens as the alcohol loosens my tongue. I had not broached the subject; perhaps this was how things are done. Any company was welcome, and I did not want to risk offending her. Four days of solitude, despite my preference for it, is too much. Elise is alone here too, divorced, messier than a teenage breakup. She was trapped, still young, and unwilling to let her best years pass her by. I adore her attitude, we have this in common, and I can learn from her.Sighing, she lowers her glass, ?I wish I did this at your age.??Oh? Why???The fun I could have,? she grins.I frown, ?What fun??Her eyes light up, and her smile is infectious, ?Okay, Amandine. If I had one thing to say to my younger self, it would be just that. Have fun.?