A First Time on a Beach in the South of France
My wife and I are both active and hold callings in our ward. Despite that, this summer we publicly shed our clothes and religious expectation.
We’d been planning our European trip for months—a chance to get away, just the two of us, and reconnect after the daily grind had worn our marriage down to routine. France was always on the itinerary, but there was one thing we kept circling back to in our late-night conversations: visiting a nude beach.
I'd spent weeks researching online, trying to get a sense of what to expect. Was it mixed company, or mostly men? Would it feel like a meat market, or something more relaxed? The internet gave me plenty of opinions and very little clarity. All I knew for sure was that topless sunbathing was common along the coast, the rest we'd have to discover ourselves.
Without a car, we ended up walking nearly a mile from the train station, the road narrowing the closer we got to the water until it felt like we were the only two people who knew this beach existed. Houses dotted the hillside, but there was no real foot traffic, just the quiet hush of a place that wanted to stay hidden.
When the rocky shoreline finally opened up in front of us, my worries dissolved. There were couples everywhere, women and men of every shape and age, laying out or wading into the surf without a trace of self-consciousness. It wasn't overtly sexual; it was something looser than that. Freedom, maybe.
We spread our towels and, still flushed from the hike, headed straight into the water. Neither of us was ready to strip down yet. I kept my shorts on and she kept her bikini. But the warm, glassy Mediterranean had a way of loosening things up fast.
We found each other in the shallows, kissing, her body pressed against mine while, over her shoulder, I could see bare skin scattered across the beach - women lying out, unbothered, golden in the sun. The sight of it, combined with the feel of her mouth on mine, had me harder than I'd been in months.
That current of arousal pulled us both further than we planned. I reached down and pushed her bikini top aside, freeing her breasts to the open air and the open beach. She didn't flinch, even knowing we could be seen. A few minutes later, she pulled the top off entirely and dropped it in my hand; I shed my shorts in turn. I carried our clothes back to the towels and swam back out to her, naked in front of strangers for the first time in my life. It was terrifying for about four seconds, and then it was just pure freedom, the water against skin that had never been bare in public before.
She'd made her way back to shore while I was still swimming, and when I finally came up the sand to join her, I found she'd taken off her bottoms too. She was reclined on her towel, propped up on her elbows, legs open just enough to leave nothing hidden.
She was stunning like that. She was unguarded, sun-warmed, clearly enjoying being seen. Later she'd tell me she loved it, that she wanted to know afterward if anyone had been looking.
We spent the rest of the afternoon like that, stretched out, people-watching, trading commentary under our breath. There were a few women with bodies that stopped me mid-sentence. And one man who, without question, had the most impressive cock I'd ever seen outside of a screen, thick enough to make me actually stare, though it hung soft and heavy rather than fully hard. I leaned over and joked to my wife that I should go ask him to get hard just so we could see what he'd look like at full size, and that he could use her as inspiration if he needed it. She laughed it off, but admitted, quieter, that the idea of someone getting hard just from looking at her did something for her.
By the time we made it back to the hotel that evening, we were both wound tight with everything we'd seen and felt. We fell into bed and into each other, trading confessions between kisses, what had turned us on, what we wanted to see again, who we couldn't stop thinking about. Every memory we shared out loud made the sex better, hungrier, until we both came hard, tangled together and laughing into each other's necks.
We haven't stopped talking about that beach since. We're already looking for the next one.