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One Friday afternoon in September, I landed in the south of France and headed straight for the naturist beach. Unfortunately, the beach I had aimed for was east facing and the sun quickly set behind the headland, casting the beach into shade. I'd seen another mini-beach on the west side of the headland on my way in, so I headed there.

Passing some twentysomething Croatians in discussion, I started down the steps to the beach. There were six there (four naked men, one naked woman and one topless woman) and only really room for one more person. One of the men and one of the couples left pretty quickly whilst I read a few pages of my book.

One of the Croatian couples from the group I'd passed earlier came down for a swim. I hoped they'd strip completely, but they only went as far as swimwear. She wore a red bikini and they got a decent distance into the water.

As I was thinking of going for a swim myself, another woman from the Croatian group came down. She was tall with black hair and waved to the couple in the distance who were almost out of sight. She clearly thought hard for a bit, and slowly and nervously, whilst looking up to the footpath to check started to undress. I realised her thinking hard was her concluding that if the rest of the beach was naked, she may as well change into her costume without being modest. But she didn't have a costume. Once naked, (lovely trimmed but still reasonably long pubic hair and perfectly proportioned breasts) she stayed that way. I had just got into the water and she did the same.

I gave her space but it wasn't the widest beach. She visibly relaxed once her boobs were underwater. After five to ten minutes or so, the woman in the red bikini came back and chatted, it was in a normal tone for about a minute, then judging by the faces and tone, it sounded like it must have been something like:

Red: You look like you're naked. (peers through water) Are you naked (laughs)?
New naturist: I am (laughs). Everyone else here is and I haven't got a costume so why not?

They continued their conversation for a bit before the red bikini woman got out of the water. A different Croatian man appeared at the top of the steps and shouted a question to our new naturist. She was clearly a bit startled by this and came a bit closer whilst keeping everything underwater. He clearly noticed this but he went away, and she was relieved. She came out of the water, not bothered in the slightest about the other naturists seeing her and quite enjoying being naked in the sun. I thought she was beautiful and I reflected that on arrival I had assumed I wouldn't see any not elderly naked women here, I had been fortunate to see this story play out.

After a bit, the red bikini woman's partner could be seen swimming back to shore in the distance, and our new naturist got up to get dressed. At the same time though, other man came back with red bikini woman. She wore a towel but she wasn't dry enough yet to put clothes on so she turned around from the man she knew and took off the towel to dry herself off. She could have towelled off more modestly but kept facing away until she was dressed. He looked appreciatively at her back and butt whilst she did. The red bikini woman's partner came back and they all left the beach.

I suspect it was this woman's first time as a naturist. She clearly enjoyed it thoroughly and it was a joy to witness the experience, and see her more confident by the end that she didn't mind that her acquaintance got a little treat, even if he didn't see as much I did.