Saucy French Pleasures (engl.)

“Lucy, I’ve never done something like this before!” Stephen’s voice wavered with uncertainty, as he sat on the edge of their bed, watching her rummage through the wardrobe.

“There’s always a first time, sweetheart.” Lucy’s voice was soft, but there was a teasing gleam in her eyes as she turned to him, hands resting confidently on her hips. “And besides, what’s the big deal? No one’s going to care.”

“But won’t people… see me?” Stephen’s face flushed slightly at the thought of being so exposed. He’d never been the type to flaunt his body in public, let alone in such a setting.

“Everyone’s there for the same reason, Stephen. You don’t have anything they haven’t seen before,” Lucy said, smiling as she approached him, her fingers lightly grazing his chest. “Trust me, after a while, you won’t even notice the others. We’ll be in our own little world.”

“But we’ll have our own space, right? Somewhere… private?”

Lucy shrugged nonchalantly. “There are different spots. You can choose where you want to be.” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “And if we happen to meet someone we like, well... we could always share some time together.”

Stephen’s eyes widened, the thought of being naked not only with Lucy but potentially with strangers unnerving him even more. “But we’ll all be… naked?” He stammered, still not quite able to wrap his mind around it.

“We’re all equal there. No clothes, no pretenses. Just freedom.” Her words were confident, as though she’d done this a hundred times before.

“And you’re comfortable with this?” he asked, still trying to imagine himself in such an uninhibited environment.

“Of course! I’ve been plenty of times. It’s nothing.” Lucy gave him a playful wink. “And I’m sure you’ll enjoy it once you let go of your worries.”

Stephen rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at his lap. “I’m not so sure… It all seems so... public.”

“Stephen, don’t be such a prude!” Lucy laughed softly, pressing her body against his. Her lips found his neck, trailing lazy kisses that made his pulse race. “I promise, you’ll have the time of your life.”

He sighed, his resistance weakening, but still unsure. “I just don’t know if I can get comfortable with the idea. Being naked, around other people…”

Lucy turned on her laptop, her fingers moving quickly over the keys. “Let me show you the website, so you can see what it’s like. Trust me, it’s nothing like what you’re imagining.”

“They have a website?” Stephen asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“Of course, silly!” Lucy chuckled. “Everyone has a website these days.” She pulled up the homepage. “Here, look. Right when you enter, these are the showers. See? Right to the left.”

“Are they… mixed?” Stephen asked, feeling another wave of awkwardness wash over him.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, laughing under her breath. “It wouldn’t make sense to separate them, would it?”

Stephen swallowed, the image of standing naked in the shower next to a stranger making him squirm. “But what if I… you know… get excited?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Lucy’s grin turned mischievous, her gaze flicking down suggestively before she clicked to the next section. “There’s food too. A snack bar for when you need a little break after… exerting yourself.”

Stephen’s eyes darted to the screen. “Well, that looks… nice, I guess.”

“See? You’ve got to look at the positives.” Lucy tapped her finger on the screen. “And hey, it wouldn’t hurt for you to brush up on your French. Could be useful.”

“You know I’m terrible at French…” Stephen muttered.

“Doesn’t matter! There are different areas for different activities. You’ll see it all once we’re there. And if you’re not into something, no pressure to join. You do what feels good for you.”

Stephen raised an eyebrow. “This sounds exhausting.”

“You’ll need a bit of stamina, yes,” Lucy teased, her fingers running lightly across his thigh. “But remember, everything’s optional. If you need a break, just sit back and enjoy the view.”

Stephen sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure I’m built for this…”

“Everyone in my family has been there,” Lucy chimed in, her voice light. “My sisters loved it. They did everything. Even my brother had a blast.”

“Your brother?”

Lucy giggled. “And my parents. They couldn’t get enough. Even my grandma’s been.”

Stephen’s jaw dropped. “Your… your grandma?”

“Yes!” Lucy smiled sweetly. “She loved it. Said it was liberating. At first, she thought it was strange, but by the end, she didn’t want to leave.”

Stephen blinked, trying to process the thought of Lucy’s entire family, including her grandmother, were spending time there naked. “I just… I can’t picture it.”

“It’s all completely natural!” Lucy replied, her hand caressing his cheek. “And it’s going to be so much fun for us. Just imagine: warm summer nights, the sound of the ocean, a tent under the stars… and us.”

Stephen shivered at her touch, feeling both nervous and intrigued. He could already sense the familiar spark between them. Lucy always knew how to push his buttons, how to make him cave.

She shifted, straddling his lap, her body pressing against his. “Come on, babe. It’s just a normal camping trip, but with a little extra freedom. Three weeks of sun, sea, and us. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

Stephen hesitated, but the feel of Lucy’s body so close to his, her lips grazing his ear, was slowly wearing him down.

“Who’s paying?” he asked, his voice resigned.

“You are,” she purred, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Fine. But only because it’s for a good cause.”

Lucy squealed with delight, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she showered him with kisses. “You won’t regret it! We’re going to have the best time!”

Lucy’s eyes softened into that irresistible look—her secret weapon. Stephen felt the familiar warmth spread through him, the one that always made him cave. She knew exactly how to make him melt, and she wielded that power with effortless grace. Her lips curved into a broad smile, and before he could say anything more, she threw her arms around him, her body pressing tight against his.

“We’re going to Arna! Oh my god, it’s going to be amazing!” she squealed, her voice full of unbridled excitement.

Her joy overflowed as she peppered his face with kisses, each one more heated than the last. Her lips brushed his neck, lingering there just long enough to send a shiver racing down his spine. Stephen had been wrapped around her finger before, but now she had him tangled in the heat of the moment, lost in the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her touch. How could he ever say no to her? Lucy always knew how to get what she wanted.

“You’re such a treasure,” she murmured against his ear, her breath hot and tantalizing. She pulled back just far enough to look into his eyes, her fingers sliding down his chest, tracing the line of his shirt. “We can book everything online right now,” she added, her voice laced with the confidence of someone who knew she had already won.

Before he could protest, she was already leaning over him, her fingers tapping away at the keyboard. Stephen’s gaze lingered on her body as she worked—the curve of her waist, the way her shirt rode up just a little as she leaned forward, offering a teasing glimpse of skin. His mind wandered, imagining the way that same skin would feel under his hands later, warm and bare beneath the cool sheets.

“Done!” she declared, hitting the final key with a flourish. “You’ll get an email with all the details—and the bank information where you’ll send the deposit.”

Stephen laughed softly, shaking his head. She was always one step ahead of him, always pulling him deeper into her world. But if he was honest with himself, he didn’t mind at all.

“What do we even need to pack for this trip? Do we have any gear?” he asked, trying to shift his focus away from the lingering heat between them.

“My parents have everything from their old trips. We can borrow it all. Except for one thing...” Her eyes gleamed again, that playful spark returning. “We’ll need to buy a tent. A big, cozy tent. For our first real vacation together.”

She emphasized the word “first” in a way that made Stephen’s stomach tighten. Her excitement was infectious, but there was something else in her tone—something suggestive that sent his mind racing with possibilities.

Lucy didn’t give him much time to dwell on it. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his cheek before whispering, “Let’s go into the city. We can get everything we need—and maybe a little extra, hmm?” She kissed him then, deeper this time, her body pressing against his in a way that made his pulse quicken.

Stephen smiled against her lips. “You won’t rest until you’ve gotten what you want, will you?” His hands slid down to her waist, gripping her firmly. She let out a soft gasp, and he loved the way her body responded to his touch.

“Shopping!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Stephen chuckled, giving her a playful squeeze. “Whatever makes you happy, babe.”