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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Holiday pt. 1
You may recall that Helene went home to see her parents for New Year and that they invited Lisa and us to holiday with them to a clothing-optional site. The time for that holiday was approaching. Three weeks before we were due to go, Helene came home with a new tattoo. This one was on the outside of her right leg just above her ankle. It was two flowers, entwined. "So why that design?" I asked her.
"Well, the red rose is England's national flower, and the white lily is France's national flower, so it's you and me!"
"Very clever. You and me entwined."
"Exactly."
I loved it. If I didn't know before I did now, that Helene saw us together as a permanent item, especially as a tattoo cannot be removed whereas a ring can be.
A couple of days before we went, Michelle came round after work. It was always good to see her.
"I'm moving," she announced once we had all sat down.
"When, why, where to?" I asked.
"Well my son is moving in with his dad, so I am moving in with Lynn this weekend."
"Wow, we are pleased for you, but surprised it has happened so quick. How come?" Helene asked.
"Well my son told my ex about the tattoo and piercings, and that shocked him but when my son blurted out 'Mummy has a girlfriend,' he got really upset and said he should move in with him. When I asked my son said he would like that, so he has gone. I will still see him, but just every second weekend. Lynn was pleased, of course, well I am too, I guess."
"You always said you would move in with her if you could."
"Yes I did, it's just quicker than I expected, but it will be wonderful."
We chatted a while and agreed to keep in touch, and there was huge hugs and kisses before Michelle went home.
Although the resort was clothing optional, Helene and Lisa still went shopping for clothes! While most people were naked during the day, some people wore minimal clothes, and anyway, people dress up in the evenings, although Helene told me clothes were still sexy.
Both girls though managed to keep to one suitcase, which I was glad. We started our journey on Friday in our hire car. I drove to the Channel Tunnel, but once in France Helene took over for the first part as it was night and I wouldn't be used to driving on the wrong side of the road. I did take over later when we had a long stint on a motorway. We drove through the night, with stops for toilets and refreshments. Lisa slept in the back, and when I was driving, Helene slept next to me.
We swapped drivers again at first light. The countryside was, and so was the weather. Early afternoon we were getting close to the resort.
"I'm excited about this holiday," Helene said.
"I'm still nervous."
"Is it because of meeting my parents?"
"Yes and the fact that they, and then I will be naked."
"Don't be silly. My parents are looking forward to meeting you, and they don't mind what you are wearing or not wearing."
"Maybe so, but I don't want to get an erection in front of your Mum!"
Helene and Lisa both laughed.
Helene told us more about where we were going to as she had been there with her parents and brother when she was much younger.
Once she had explained it to us she got a little more serious, "We should talk about some rules for our stay, we don't want any arguments or upsets," she said. Lisa and I agreed.
Helene went on, "As far as I am concerned you are both free to play with whoever you want to, I will not be jealous even if I don't see a lot of you. I know what this place is like and there will be plenty of chances for us all to find new partners, but I do hope we can spend some time together."
I hadn't thought much about it, but it was a good idea for Helene to go through that with us and Lisa and I both agreed we were happy with Helene's plan.
When we arrived, we checked in and drove through the site to our cabin. Most people we passed were naked, but not all and none of them had erections.
We found the cabin easily, parked at the side and the door opened and Helene's parents came out to greet us, naked.
Helene gave them both big hugs and kisses and then turned to introduce them to me.
"Phil, this is my mum and dad."
Helene's mum approached me and kissed me on both cheeks. I guess she was late 50's but didn't look it and I could see where Helene got her beauty from. Apart from her greying hair, she could have passed for much younger. She may have been an inch shorter than Helene, and her breasts may have been a little bigger than Helene's, but if they were the same age, they would have looked the same. If Helene looks as good as her mum when she gets to that age, then that is fine by me. If she hadn't have been Helene's mum, I am sure I would have been interested in her.
Helene's mum spoke excellent English, although not as good as Helene.
"It is good to meet you, Phil," she said.
"It is good to meet you too," I replied, before adding, "I can see where Helene gets her beauty from."
"That is nice of you to say. Please call me Justine, and this is Hugo, my husband."
Hugo and I shared kisses and a handshake. He smiled and said 'bonjour', but Justine told me that his English wasn't good. As it turned out during the holiday, Hugo and I got on well and with my broken french his poor English along with gestures we managed to communicate well enough.
With introductions made we went inside. The cabin was a good size with three double bedrooms. Justine and Hugo had taken one, Lisa had one to herself and Helene, and I took the third.
"Right, let's get our clothes off and join the others," Helene said after we had arranged our stuff.
Gingerly I stripped off. Helene knew I was nervous, so she took me by the hand, and we headed outside. Lisa was already there, naked, sitting at a table with a glass of wine in her hand. She seemed very comfortable. Helene spoke to her mum in French and Justine came over to me with a drink, "Here you are Phil, drink and relax."
I thanked her and relaxed into a chair. Justine spotted Helene's new tattoo, and Helene explained what the significance was, and Justine loved it.
As we sat and talked, other people walked past; all said hello, some seemed to know Justine and Hugo and hugs were exchanged. I was introduced to some of the people as Helene's partner and I also got hugs and kisses from strange naked women and men.
I became more relaxed, although I stayed out of most of the conversations."
The red rose is actually the symbol of Lancashire, the Tudor rose is England's national flower and this is red and white x |
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