Today is the last day of our stay at the naturist village. The day is calm, hot, and windless.
It's Friday. Last night, the moon was almost full, so we went out.
The pub—half indoors and half outdoors—was packed to the brim. Walking through the crowd meant squeezing past a wild variety of characters rubbing shoulders, embracing, kissing, and much more that I won't go into here. But you can imagine. Or perhaps not.
You can't imagine the total lack of seriousness, the provocation, and the bodily stimulation—it was all there. Pups with tails, Native Americans, Mata Haris, or just exposed genitals for quick and easy access.
Boobs, asses, and every type of lingerie imaginable. Men in garter belts, skirts, and makeup. Fetish everywhere you looked.
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