When he woke up, he was actually a little startled that he’d gone to sleep – it made him feel as though he’d lost control. He found himself waking up to yet another erection, the result no doubt of thought of Candice drifting into his sleep. Damn it, how many people would have seen that in broad daylight? He felt like a complete muppet.
Then he sat bolt upright and covered his crotch: the lyrical sound of Candice’s voice came across the lane. Shock swamped his system: the stunning French girl was sitting there at her table, and couldn’t have failed to see him lying there right out in front of the tent. But that wasn’t all: she was sitting there with two friends, all facing his way.
“Bonjour Tom!” Candice called across the way, holding up her palm in cheerful greeting.
“Hello,” he replied, giving her a sheepish smile.
One of her friends leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Candice grinned and said something back, not in a whisper, but in French so Tom couldn’t understand anyway. He’d always been useless at languages at school.
“Why don’t you come over?” Candice called to him, “we have a spare seat here.” She said, indicating the chair opposite her at the table. Her two friends giggled at the suggestion.
Heat flooded Tom’s upper body. Now he was locked in a huge dilemma, that his English upbringing hated beyond all else: if he did accept their invitation, he would have to walk over there and sit right next to three gorgeous naked young girls – a seriously embarrassing course of action. However, if he didn’t…well…they would probably think him an odd guy, and even worse, a boring guy.
With a deep sigh, he stood up and approached the girls, carrying that towel in front of him yet again. It made him feel like a toddler with a comfort blanket as he sat down at the table.
“It’s very nice to see you again, Tom,” Candice smiled sweetly as he sat, “you have a nice sleep?”
“Uh…yeah…thanks,” he said quietly.
“We all enjoyed it,” she said, and her friends giggled again briefly. A flush came over Tom yet again. Nudists weren’t supposed to be sexual, were they? That was against the rules. Not fair. Still, he had to be brave. The trouble was that with beautiful flesh all around him, he had nowhere safe to look at.
“Tom, this is Sabrina,” Candice introduced him to the dark-haired, golden-skinned girl on her right. “She is from Verona.”
“Hello, Tom,” she said, her accent very strong indeed. She had a nice smile and a pretty face, which Tom tried to focus on as he smiled a greeting at her, desperately trying to keep his eyes up from those round breasts and the little dark triangle between her legs.
“And this is Béatrice – she is like me, from France.” Béatrice was a little paler than the others, with brown hair and cute freckles on her nose. She gave him a bewitching smile and shook his hand.
“It is nice…you…to meet…” she said, her English not so strong as the others, but still probably a few thousand times better than Tom’s French would be.
“Hi,” he smiled back at her.
Tom sat back on the chair, much as they did, but with the towel bunched up on his lap. Candice’s two friends were just as comfortable with their nudity as she was, that was plain. The way they sat back in their chair, they really didn’t mind what he saw. But damn it, he was British. Eyes up.
For a moment, though, he really wished that he wasn’t British. For one thing, he’d be much more comfortable and would probably have a much more pleasurable experience here if he didn’t have this awful self-consciousness hanging around him. Oh to be Continental. Still, nothing he could do about it now: it was a part of him he couldn’t change.
“So are you having a good time?” Candice asked him.
“It’s all right,” he said, sounding as up-beat as he could. “A bit hot, I suppose.”
“Well maybe you should come down to the lake with us to cool off, non?”
“How long are you staying, Tom?” Sabrina asked him in her exquisite Italian accent. Just like Candice’s, it sent a wonderful shiver down his spine just hearing her.
“Uh…about four weeks,” he said.
“Mmm,” the dark Italian girl smiled at her friends, a little conspiratorially Tom thought. The other two girls grinned back, similar ideas seemingly running through their minds.
“It’s going to be a lot of fun, uh?” Candice chuckled. Béatrice looked confused, so the redhead translated for her and she nodded in agreement.
“Tom, we were wondering if you wanted to come down to the lake with us?” Sabrina said, and he couldn’t help but feel his penis stirring beneath his towel at the beautiful sound of her voice.
“Uh…” he said, “well I did say I’d wait for my parents to come back…” he lied. He couldn’t help it. It was all just too much for him.
“I’m sure they will understand,” Candice said.
“Well, I don’t know…” he said, looking for a way out.
“Please?” was all sweet Béatrice could manage.
“I would love to,” he said sadly, “but I really do have to wait.”
“Ah well,” Candice shrugged, “maybe later, uh? We need to feel the water on our bodies right now.” She smiled at him and stood up, and Tom found his eyes on her tender pussy again briefly before he managed to look away. The other two girls also stood, grabbing the beach towels that were hanging on the backs of their chairs.
“See you soon, I hope, Tom,” Sabrina said before the three beautiful girls turned to head down the lane. Tom waved at them and headed back to his own tent.
“Tom?” he turned to Candice’s call.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Tom?” she asked.
“Uh…no…” he stammered.
Smiles beamed from the three girls. “Soon, Tom,” Candice waved and they were away.