[Côte d'Azur] Naughty show in the village

This is the last article about our trip to the Gulf of Saint-Tropez. We started with a short visit to the tiny village of Gassin. You will not see anyone or almost no one in the photos because… We avoided voyeurs. There was a wedding that day and we carefully avoided the guests in the background of our naughty exhibits in the streets..

Having already visited it in the summer, It's much livelier than in autumn ! With the exception of a handful of foreign tourists and wedding guests, The village is very quiet. It feels like you're in a movie set : everything is clean and almost too perfect. It looks like a chimera of Provence, Like the’île de Bendor où on a fait des coquineries.

Strolling through the alleys, We fall under the spell of a municipal building. We hesitate briefly about naughty photos on the steps with MrSirban, because the wedding is held in the church in the immediate vicinity of the Town Hall. The configuration of the square is reminiscent of Don Camillo de Guareschi ! You know, the priest played by Fernandel and opposed to the Mayor, Peppone. If you haven't read all seven books, I recommend them. They're awesome !

I show off my intimacy and my buttocks in front of the Town Hall, seduced by the symbolism and beauty of the motto of the Republic : “Freedom, Equality, Fraternity”. It's not out of disrespect, on the contrary. Being naughty, The symbol of words is strong because we highlight this life of freedom, equality and fraternity. The milieu erects Freedom as the banner of a way of life and thought.

We continue the sexy discovery, The body exhibited, under the door of the Saracens dating from the fourteenth century. It is part of the perimeter wall, of which there is not much left. It was closed by a portcullis to prevent raids and looting of Saracens.. As I get dressed, Two couples crossed the passage behind me. We got hot buttocks !

A sign mentions a point of view on the Gulf of Saint-Tropez. We are there in a few cables ! MrSirban has two photos in mind : the first in front of the panel “Tourist Office”, because we like cultural visits punctuated by exhibits or even sex…

… and the second at the famous point of view, where the gaze is lost in the horizon until you see Port-Grimaud or Sainte-Maxime. People are in the immediate vicinity and rummage through the trunk of their cars. The low wall runs along a car park. They didn't see anything of the exhibition, which lasted several minutes yet !

This is the third time we have passed through the Saracen Gate. We went around the village. We climb to the last point of view indicated on the signs. There is an orientation table in front of which I show my buttocks. MrSirban joins me and caresses my sex… quickly soaked with excitement. We stop, Because tourists arrive with a plan in hand ! They seem wiser than us.

We linger a little on the square adorned with a thousand nuances. Until the end of October, Artists are exhibited throughout the village including this shimmering work in front of which I unveiled my small chest and my smooth.

We join a bar to take… hot chocolate ! The mistral has risen and it is chilly. MrSirban offers me to offer my thighs wide for all to see.. On the first picture, I seem to be alone on the terrace, but on the second there are some customers. Others face me. It is the pleasure of photography and the story that tells the choice of a shooting angle.

History to recover from our naughty emotions, We regained strength at the restaurant. MrSirban complimented my little top during the walk and I understood why at the table. It reveals the curve of my breasts and if I stretch, The areola reveals itself shamelessly to the eyes of all. Oops ! Boobs !

We reached the apartment in the afternoon. The rest of the stay, you know her : A delicious game of in-room sex that hasn't been immortalized, My dog collar proudly displayed at the bar in the evening and a fellatio in the vineyards the next day with the plugged ass. Thus ends our trip in the Gulf of Saint-Tropez between complicity, Love and naughtiness !