Hi everyone, my name is Debbie. If anyone had told me a couple of years ago that I would have a story to tell which might interest SH readers I wouldn't have believed them. Why would I have anything worth writing about? In my early fifties, recently divorced, sex had been something that happened sometimes on a Saturday night. I'd lay, legs apart, husband on top humping away, while I tried to make appropriate noises, whilst looking at the cracks in the bedroom ceiling and making a mental note to do something about the cobwebs. Don't get me wrong, I'd always enjoyed sex. Until aboiut four years before we parted, we'd been quite adventurous, fucked outdoors, tried anal which I, to my surprise, enjoyed but he didn't. I adored having cunnilingus performed on me and willingly sucked his cock, let him cum in my mouth and swallowed. That was all in the past, after twenty odd years marriage I think we'd just grown bored with each other. We separated for a number of reasons, the sex a fairly minor issue. I stayed in the house until it was sold then moved into a flat. I wasn't looking for another relationship, but found it flattering and gratifying that guys still hit on me. Though I say it myself I have quite a nice slim figure, 30d tits reasonably firm and pert. I'm only 5'3” tall and although my legs are trim and shapely I wish they were longer. Girl friends assured me that I looked younger than my 53 years and encouraged me to go out with guys, have some fun, "Go get yourself some cock. Enjoy it while you can" as one crudely put it. Advice which I took. Over the next nine or ten months I went out with several men. In most most cases, I dropped my knickers and let them fuck me, usually on the second or third date. I enjoyed my new found sexual freedom, quickly rediscovered my appetite for sex, relishing the variety of cocks of different sizes and the varying techniques guys used when they fucked me. The fact that I could have sex without contraception with no risk of pregnancy allowed me to relax and more often than not when the guys fucked me I orgasmed. Then I met Andy. A barbecue at a friends house, last year. The guy I was supposed to go with had dropped out and I was introduced to Andy. He was younger than me, late thirties, close to 6 feet tall, a bit of a hunk. I fancied him immediately, we hit it off. There was something about him, he seemed to ooze sex. I wanted him and determined that before the night was over he'd fuck me. I flirted with him, leaving him in little doubt that I was up for it, not caring that I was behaving like a slut. It had been a pleasantly warm evening, I was wearing a wrapover denim skirt and a tight tailored blouse, with just a lacy underwired bra and matching little panties underneath. As it got dark it began to get cool. I could feel my nipples were getting hard, Andy glancing at them. I asked him to fetch my jacket from a nearby chair. He stood behind me, holding it as I slipped it on. He was close, I could feel his breathe on my neck. He moved his hands from the shoulders, ran them down the lapels, brushing my tits. I sighed, pushed my bum back against him. He moved his hands, cupped my tits, gave them a squeeze, stroked my nipples through the material. We had our backs to the house and patio, the lights hardly illuminating us. I felt him unfastening a button on my blouse, then a second, his hand slipping inside my bra, fingers teasing the erect nipple. I was becoming aroused by him groping my tits, excited that he was doing it with the nearest other guests only about 15 yards away. I didn't want him to stop, but the risk and embarrassment of being caught by people I knew was to much. I put my hand on his arm, asked him to stop and huskily said I wanted to leave, rubbing myself against his stiffening cock, making it obvious what I wanted. He gave my tits a final squeeze, then moved his hands to my waist. While I refastened the buttons he whispered in my ear that he intended to "fuck the arse off me". Exactly what I wanted to hear. We hurriedly said our goodbyes, decided his place was closer than mine, about a fifteen minute walk through the town centre. I put my arm around his waist, he had his hand on my bum. We didn't get more than a few hundred yards before we stopped and started kissing behind a bus shelter before he guided me into a nearby alleyway, a short cut, under the railway lines. There the kissing got more passionate. I had my arms around his neck. I felt his hands under my jacket, unclipping my bra, before moving his hands between us, fully unbuttoning my blouse. He tugged it from my skirt, pulled it open and lifted my bra cups up uncovering my tits. Lowering his head he began to suck my nipples, his right hand found the gap in my wrapover skirt, touched my thigh, then slid up my leg to my pussy. I moved my legs apart and he began rubbing my cunt through my panties. I moved a hand between us, traced the outline of his stiffening prick with my fingers, while he tugged my panties to the side and began to finger me. We'd probably have fucked there if a couple of guys hadn't entered the opposite end of the tunnel under the railway at that moment. We separated, I quickly tidied myself, closed my jacket covering my tits before they were close enough to see anything. We hurried passed them. I was feeling horny as hell and having felt, what promised to be, his large cock, told him I was desperate for him to fuck me. “We're only ten minutes from my place” he replied. “I can't wait that long” I replied looking him in the eye. He looked around, took my hand, led me across the road and into a park. We took a path into a clearing with a bandstand in the centre. There was no one about as we climbed the steps. There was enough light from the low level lamps marking the paths to see each other clearly as I reached under my skirt to remove my panties. I pulled them down, stepped out of them and held the front of my skirt open displaying my shaved pussy to him. I'd started shaving a few months previously when it became obvious to me from guys comments that most preferred smooth to hairy. I leant back against the railings, jacket and blouse open, tits uncovered, wantonly showing him my wet cunt, stroking my clit with my fingertips. “See anything you fancy?” I asked. “Definitely” he replied with a wicked grin. He walked closer. Moved my hand from my pussy, while he removed my jacket and blouse. I realised he intended to strip me naked. I glanced around, couldn't see anyone, but could hear voices from the nearby streets. I let my bra slip down my arms, caught it, dropped it on the railings. I undid my skirt, added it to all my other clothes. I stood naked, my excitement and arousal making me feel warm, watching as he unzipped and pulled out his cock. It looked a good size, about 8 inches, certainly one of the largest I'd seen. He began to stroke himself erect. I moved my legs apart, touched my clitoris, ran my fingers along my slit, slipped a couple into my cunt and unselfconsciously began to masturbate. We watched each other wanking for a minute or so until I couldn't resist any longer. I stopped playing with myself, walked over to him, dropped to my knees, and took over stroking his cock. Just in time as it happens because moments later a man and a woman strolled towards us. Andy was in shadow, I was on my knees, hidden by the railings. He placed his hand on my head and quietly told me to suck his prick. I opened my mouth and took his hard cock between my lips and began to suck him. I could hear the couple talking, the girl giggling as they got closer and stopped right next to the bandstand, below us, only feet away. They were so engrossed in each other they didn't see us, but from the corner of my eye I could see them through gaps in the railings. The thrill that they might notice us at any moment turned me on. I reached between my legs and fingered myself at the same time sucking and wanking Andy's cock into my mouth. I could hear them kissing, talking quietly, the guy attempting to persuade the girl to let him fuck her. Part of me wanted them too so I could watch. A more powerful desire was for them to disappear so Andy could fuck me. I was getting seriously aroused, had to stop fingering my pussy before I got carried away and made a noise. I guess they were only there about five minutes but it seemed longer. At last the girl said she wasn't going to let him fuck her there, she was leaving and the guy followed. They were still in sight when I stood up, gripped the railings, bent over, spread my legs and practically begged Andy to slide his big hard cock into my cunt and fuck me. He rubbed his knob between my legs, back and fore between my splayed pussy lips, teasing my clit whilst coating his shaft with my sex juices. “Just put it in. Fuck me” I urged. Holding his cock he aimed it at my hole. His bulbous knob slid between my lips. My cunt stretched, opening to accept his girth as he entered me. He moved his hands to my hips holding me steady. His cock slid smoothly into my juicy, lubricated hole until he'd fully penetrated me. He started fucking me slowly, then faster, holding my hips, pulling me onto his throbbing cock each time he entered me. I hung onto the railings with one hand, using the other to play with my nipples at first, then to frig my clitoris as my excitement mounted. Being fucked in a relatively public place, able to hear people in the nearby streets, aroused me more. I began demanding to be fucked harder. A group of people cut through the park, three men and three women, passing about 30 yards away. Unable to restrain myself I frigged my clitty faster, got louder, muttering I was close. I was almost willing them to notice us, but they were making so much noise themselves they neither heard or saw me. I climaxed noisily just before they disappeared from view. A couple of them must have heard and looked back but unfortunately didn't see me. He hadn't cum and continued pumping his cock into me. I felt a second orgasm building, excitement and the cool air on the perspiration coating my flushed skin made me shiver. I began to push back as he thrust into me, urgently and loudly demanding that he cum inside me. I started to cum again. I felt his cock throb and pulse in my fluttering cunt. He thrust into me three or four times, with each thrust dumping more spunk deep in my cunt. I hung on, shaking as I climaxed in waves, one of the most intense orgasms I could recall ever having had. A little over two hours after we'd been introduced he'd fucked me. I'd behaved like a slut but felt no shame, embarrassment or regret. What I felt was elated by my uninhibited behaviour. I wanted to keep his cock inside me as long as possible. We remained coupled for a minute or two, his cock slowly softening until it slipped from my hole. He tucked it back in his trousers and zipped up. I was still naked. I could feel his spunk oozing from my pussy dribbling down my leg as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him breaking off only to tell him that I hoped he'd be able to fuck me again when we got to his place. He suggested I should dress. I put on my skirt. He put my blouse in my jacket pocket and handed it to me to put on. My bra and panties went in his pocket. I put the jacket on, fastened the single button, below the bust, the open “V” revealing the swell of my naked tits, barely concealing my nipples. With no panties on, his spunk continued to dribble from my cunt as we walked through the centre of town. Close to eleven at night it was busy and I could see guys looking at my tits as we passed them. “We might as well stop for a drink. Give me time to recover” he told me as we neared a popular bar. He opened the door, steered me through the crowd, hand on my waist. I was getting used to and enjoying guys looking by then, but it was only when I saw my reflection in a mirror that I realised why I was getting even more attention. I'm uncertain if was an accident or if he did it, but somehow my jacket button came unfastened between the door and the bar and my tits were completely exposed, my nipples hard, still poking out after my recent fucking. I turned towards Andy to discretely fasten the button. He wouldn't allow me and told me to leave it undone. None of the other customers, particularly the guys seemed to object and I got a massive thrill, brazenly flaunting my tits in public. We finished our drinks. I was feeling mellow and relaxed, a bit drunk after the wine at the barbecue and the strong cocktail I'd just had as we squeezed through the crowded bar to the door. He said I could fasten the button. I told him I wanted to leave it undone and slipped passed him into the street. Strolling along the street, passing dozens of people, jacket open, tits uncovered, enjoying the looks and appreciative, not to mention filthy suggestions of some guys was the horniest thing I'd ever done. Some guys asked for photos and I posed with several, letting some of them put an arm around me and hold my tits. Andy had to practically drag me away in the end when I began to attract to much attention, by insisting on sitting on a wall, holding my skirt open, legs spread, flashing my cunt, spunk still bubbling out of my hole Back at his we were soon naked in his bed, fucking and sucking until the early hours. I was awoken by him spreading my legs and fingering me. I found his cock, wanked him until he was erect mounted and rode him, before he rolled me off and fucked me on my back. That was just the start of our relationship. We met and fucked as often as we could. I needed little encouragement from him to buy tops with the fronts deeply slashed or scooped, shorter skirts, mostly wrapover types and shirt dresses. When we went out I never wore knickers or bra and exposed my tits and pussy at guys. That made me horny and was always followed by a good hard fuck when we got home or on the way if we couldn't wait which was often the case. Several weeks after we met I got a text from him asking if a had a passport and could I get a few days off from the Wednesday of the following week. I was owed several days flexi and had leave to use. We'd just finished a large contract, it was quiet and my boss was OK with me taking the time off. I had a passport and replied yes to both his questions, gave him my passport details later. I asked where we were going. He refused to tell me then, or on any of the days before we left. Paris, Rome, Barcelona, I wondered? I asked what to pack. He told me it would be hot so I wouldn't need anything warm. Just pack a cabin bag, travel light, you won't need much, just things for a few days, we'll buy anything we need while we're there he was all he would tell me. I had some light weight crease resistant dresses I packed, a couple of skirts and tops, shorts, bikini in case there was a pool. Bras and panties? I decided I probably wouldn't need any and would just wear them for the journey. Bath and make up bags. I squeezed in, a pair of sandals and some high heeled shoes, one or two other things and the bag was full. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it all last five nights, especially if we went out in the evenings. I had no idea where we were going, but was expecting a city break. We arrived at the airport and then I discovered we were flying to Beziers. Geography isn't my strong point but I did know it was somewhere in France but he still refused to enlighten me further. Even when we landed I wasn't sure where we were other than near the sea which I'd seen out of the aircraft window. Andy got a taxi we drove out of the airport, the signpost read Sete and Agde, just names. We turned off at a sign to Le Cap D'Agde which rang a bell, but I couldn't think why. I don't speak French and the numerous signs meant little to me until I saw one that read “Village Naturiste” which even I could translate. It finally clicked where I'd heard the name Agde. We passed more signs, each time the driver turned in that direction. I guessed that's where we were going and why Andy had been so certain that hand baggage would be more than enough for all the clothes I'd need. With mounting excitement I realised that I was going to spend the next few days naked. From the recesses of my mind I recalled some of the naughty things I'd read about the place. As we pulled up at the entrance Andy grinned at me. I leant over kissed him, gave his cock a squeeze and told him his surprise was the best ever. I could hardly wait to discover if what I'd read about the place was true. I'll continue when I get time if anyone's interested.