Bornholm...
Back then, in the late 90s, we were with a group of 14 people, 7 couples, on the island of Bornholm, which is just outside Sweden but belongs to Denmark. We knew each other from bowling and from a card game group.
We had a total of three holiday houses lying together and sometimes walked around there naked or topless, because the houses were almost directly on the beach - yet in a forest just before the beach. We were too lazy to get undressed and often did naturism anyway.
When we lit a big fire bowl on the beach for a barbecue one glorious summer day, almost all the girls, including my wife, were topless or naked. I thought I suddenly saw something between the trees.
I crept into the forest and saw an older man around 65 with a camera with a big lens taking pictures of our group again and again. I finally approached him about it and he turned red as a beetroot. I dragged him to the beach and asked him what that was about.
He apologised to us, but when one of our women said, "Let him if he needs a wank..." and just laughed at him.
I then pulled the film out of his camera and destroyed it. Afterwards, my sweetheart said to me, "Was that really necessary?" Because both I and others had seen her naked several times before, or photographed her naked and seen her in nude photos, as had the other couples....
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