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Anyway, let's get back to the point.
As soon as we crossed the barrier, my husband suggested that we adapt our outfit to the local customs and we quickly found ourselves in Adam and Eve outfits. We had already been to naturist beaches before landing here, so it was not a problem for us.
I remember our very first trip to a naturist beach: it was in Corsica. We were invited by friends in their bungalow close to the sea. It took me a long moment of reflection and hesitation before going out naked on the sand. It was a long time ago. From memory, I was mostly afraid of the judgment of others. In the end, I felt only benevolent looks, much more than on a textile beach, and above all a great feeling of freedom to which I quickly became addicted. Today, I am a naturist to be free, not to show off. It's crazy how all these questions, fears and doubts can pollute our mind and, once the step is taken, they evaporate.
For our first time in this extraordinary village, we met Leo in the afternoon, whom we had met for the first time only a few months before.
Luckily, he was the best guide we could have asked for. Having worked as a waiter in the biggest club in the village (the Glamour) in the past, he was known as the white wolf, and couldn't go 10 meters without greeting someone he knew.
He had access to everything and he showed us the village from every angle. We had as much access to the "public" parts, i.e. the bars and clubs, as to the private parties. It's simple: he was invited everywhere. His advantageous physique of sports coach (it is his trade) and his communicative laughter (his West Indian side) opened all the doors to him. All the women, and the men who prefer men, looked at him as a delicacy. As much to say that he was very much in demand.
For our first outing with our guide, Leo told me that I should first adapt my wardrobe to the place. Indeed, although the village is naturist, the evening come, the bodies are dressed with pretty clothes more sexy the ones than the others and we have the chance to contemplate us a parade of lingerie every evening.
So we made a first stop in a clothing store, at the time "Libertin Libertines" (which has since been replaced by a bar-restaurant) at the entrance of Port Ambonne (see previous post: https://www.missluxiyang.com/fr/blog/ma-premiere-fois-au-cap-d-agde-episode-2-le-village).
Knowing well the owner and the current collection, our friend quickly selected some pieces for me. The advantage of this village is that for the fittings: no need of cabin, we can undress directly in the ray, sometimes in a corner to remain discrete.
The first dress he had chosen was black and alternated transparent and opaque bands. The cut was close to the body and despite my small chest, it highlighted my figure well. I loved this dress. I wore it so often that it is unfortunately damaged.
The second dress, also black, was very classy, had a wide neckline nicely draped and a bare back. The whole was maintained by a very tight miniskirt.
My two men nodded and the bulge in their underwear confirmed their approval. I decided that I would wear the first dress to inaugurate our first outing in this very special place.
So I went out dressed like this, a little uncomfortable I must admit. At the time, I was already a naturist but walking around in such a sexy outfit in public was different, and I am naturally rather shy and reserved.
The eyes were quickly drawn to me, and I was quite embarrassed and self-conscious about it. As we walked around the village, I didn't feel any lecherous looks, but rather benevolent and greedy. So I relaxed little by little and began to feel more comfortable.
Leo took us on a little tour of the village: Port Ambonne, its restaurants, bars, small shops, Port Nature, the Melrose, the Eros, the stores... (see the description of the village here: https://www.miss-luxi.com/fr/blog/ma-premiere-fois-au-cap-d-agde-episode-2-le-village). It was the end of the afternoon and the summer people were coming back from the beach, going to their apartments, to get ready for the evening.
Our guide himself had to return to get ready for the evening. He was staying in Port Soleil with friends.
While we were waiting for him, my husband suggested we go to a bar-restaurant. We ordered drinks and snacks on the terrace and enjoyed the parade on the port.
The atmosphere was so different from the day before. You could feel the sexual tension everywhere. Everybody had taken care of his toilet to go out, we could not guess anymore that we were in a naturist village. The men were for the greater part dressed normally, as outside the village, and the women were all sexier than the others, fulfilled and well in their skin. It was a pleasure for the eyes.
I dared a remark to my husband: "It's strange that men are dressed in civilian clothes while women make an effort to be sexy". I had barely finished my sentence when a few men who had made an effort to be sexy walked past us. Okay, I get it. No judgement, but obviously these efforts are mostly made by gays or trans people.
Need to pee. I get up and go to the bathroom. I feel stares. Two separate stalls but a common sink. When I come out, a man is standing in the sink lock. I get scared as I wash my hands. Thoughts race through my mind. If I get raped there, in that outfit, I must have been asking for it. Ah, rape culture.
He doesn't move an ear, just smiles at me. I am confused. He doesn't go to the bathroom, doesn't wash his hands, doesn't go out. It's because he wants something else. I look at him, still a little afraid, but I don't feel any desire on his part, and I run away.
I find my husband, and tell him. I feel that the man left me the choice. He made me understand that if I wished it, something could happen, but that nothing was obligatory, that he would not move ear until I had explicitly said yes.
The question of consent was already de rigueur in that place and time. It's crazy how this world on which we have so many prejudices is in fact much more respectful than the "normal" world in which men are so uncivilized and where rape culture prevails (in our country at least).
The whole evening was punctuated by similar encounters. A real relief, a dream world where it is possible to dress sexy without being harassed or inveigled. Where one feels desired without feeling in danger. In short, an educated and civilized world.
The most amazing contrast was the return to our apartment hotel in Béziers that summer. We were staying there in the middle of the feria and after our first trip to the Cape, when we came back in the middle of the night, we had met several very drunk people, vomiting on the traffic circles, in the streets... So drunk that they were ready to fight. In short, not at all the same atmosphere nor the same state of mind!
This party and alcohol debauchery was morally accepted by the society whereas libertinage is still stigmatized.
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