It was seven in the morning. The morning sun was rising on the lightening sky. The clouds gradually dispersed, as if running away from the light on them. The sea outside the window, illuminated by the rising sun, as if turned to gold.

I woke up and stood at the window for a long time, watching the dawn. Inna was still asleep. How at that moment she was beautiful! Nude, she lay in bed. Her beautiful dark hair was spread out over the pillow. The scarlet lips attracted a kiss to themselves, and the appetizing and sexy body pleased with its forms and tenderness of light pink skin.

On this day we had a joint picnic, about which Jeanne, Inna's girlfriend, was talking about the day before yesterday. I was pleased with this upcoming event, and it would not hurt to meet new people.

- Inna, it's morning. Get up, honey, ”I said, and kissed Inna on the neck.

Inna slowly opened her eyes and smiled slightly at me.

“Good morning,” Inna replied, stretching herself and sort of shaking off a half asleep state. - We wanted to go to the beach today, right?

“True,” I said.

- And let's go right away. Just let us first wash and tidy ourselves up.

- Wait, what about breakfast?

- Maybe you can do without him? I'm sure the guys will bring something with them.

- Listen, Inna, and who are your friends?

- Zhanna - yes, I communicate with her since the age of seven. And the rest of the year ago, met here on the beach. Do not worry, they will be glad to you too.

Refreshed and brushing our teeth, we took with us everything that was needed for rest, after which Inna called Jeanne, asking her when and where exactly they would come.

“It's all right,” Inna replied, putting the phone away in a bag. - We still have time to rest together and swim. Let's go.

Since there was a short way from the house of Inna to the nudist beach, we decided to leave the house, just naked. At first, I carefully looked out the door and looked at whether there was anyone there near the house. Fortunately, it was empty. Then we gently left the house, closed the door and went behind the house.

There, behind the bushes there was a barely noticeable path - it led down the slope, straight to the coast. We went down it.

There was a beautiful landscape on this coast. It turned out that Inna took a camera with her, which was very helpful. At first, Inna took a little shot of me, and then we changed. I liked to photograph Inna. She willingly took all sorts of poses, filmed lying on the sand, even stood with cancer - and I shot all this.

Closer to nine in the morning we reached the nudist beach. Despite the early hour, there were visitors on the beach, and there were more of them than last time: families, single mothers with children, elderly people, young people of our age — everyone wanted to take a break from textile products. But our place was taken, so we went on.

The place where we stopped this time was no longer sandy, but peppered, or rather there was sand, but pebbles prevailed.

Having spread the mats, we first had a little rest.

- Do you want to swim a little? - Inna asked me, getting up from her seat.

“We came here for this,” I replied.

It turned out just fine - to swim naked in the sea and feel, one might say, on the same wavelength with the aquatic environment. Very different sensations - when you swim in the pool, and you wear swimming trunks, and here, on a nudist beach. Diving, we dissected the depth of the water and played, swimming to race under the water.

Having bathed, I came out of the water. Inna came out after me and ran up to get a mobile phone, which, apparently, had already called for a minute.

“Hello,” Inna said. - No, Joan, we are in another place. How to find us? Walk a little to the right.

Half an hour later, in the distance, a company of four naked people appeared on the shore - two guys and two girls. As they approached, I managed to see them.Jeanne, I immediately found out she was wearing sunglasses. Her entire pubis covered with black hair, but they were neatly trimmed. Her arm was led by a guy, thin and red-haired. He was taller than me. I noticed that he had a rather impressive penis size. "Looks like Jeanne is very lucky," flashed through my mind. Next to them was another guy, he had a hairstyle like a hipster. I was surprised that he had a large tourist backpack behind his back. His companion was a short, curly red-haired girl. Despite her small stature, she had a large chest.

Finally, they came to us.

“Hello, everyone,” said Inna. - Well, this is my ... my boyfriend. I recently met him.

“Igor,” a guy with red hair introduced himself to me and gave me a hand.

“My name is Sergey,” the guy with the backpack told me and shook hands with me too. - This is Lera, my girlfriend.

- Hello. I'm glad that Inna finally found a boyfriend. Now we have exactly three guys, three girls, ”said Lera, laughing.

“Very nice,” I replied. - But I'm just resting here, I do not live here.

- And do not think to move here? - Igor asked me. “I moved with my parents about five years ago from Rostov and do not regret it at all.”

“I don’t know, maybe in the future,” I answered and turned to Sergey. - Tell me, why do you need such a backpack? What's in it?

- Oh, this? - said Sergey, - so there I have everything I need for rest. I am a thrifty character, I take everything I need with me. There to eat and drink. I took a beer, but only for us, for the boys.

- Seryozha, beer, why? Drink again, ”Lera said indignantly.

- Lera, do not start. We are a little bit. Only for the atmosphere, - Sergey reassured her.

- By the way, how do you feel about alcohol? - Jeanne asked me, who joined the conversation.

I already wanted to answer, but Inna interrupted me:

- Oh, well, Jeanne, do not confuse him with such questions.

- Well, so we will be here or how? - asked Igor.

“I think it is better to leave for another - where it is quieter and no one will notice us,” answered Jeanne.

“Then let's go,” said Inna, and went forward. We went for it.

Having walked three hundred meters more to the right along the coast, we went to a small bay with a secluded sandy shore. They decided to stop there.

Sergey first of all unloaded his luggage and pulled out a large tablecloth from him - I usually saw them in American films, where there were scenes with picnics - in a red and white cell. Then he removed several packets of food from his backpack.

- Let's eat maybe a little to start? - suggested Sergey. - My personal guts are already collapsing. How are you, for?

“I'm hungry too, so don't mind,” I replied. - Inna, do you want to eat?

“Yes, I agree,” answered Inna.

The rest, too, silently agreed with the proposal of Sergei.

There was a lot of food, and everything: fruits, sandwiches, smoked meat, boiled eggs, hot dogs, chocolate, chips and even patties with potatoes. From drinking was juice and cold tea. We ate too much and even a little left.

After such a dinner, we wanted to entertain ourselves with something.

- Can everyone play poker here? - asked Igor.

“Yes,” everyone answered.

It is good that I once learned how to play it, and it allowed me not to lose face.

- In short, - continued Igor. - Since we are all nudists here, let's play cards not to strip, but to dress. Whoever gets a full house, he puts on one thing. The winner is the one who has the most items left at the end of the game.

Sergey took out a pack of cards from his backpack, shuffled it, handed out cards, and we started the game.

I was lucky more at the beginning of the game - due to the fact that I had a full house three times in a row, I managed to win the right to put on shorts, caps and shorts, but then I lost, time after time, but I didn’t accept clothes for losing.

In the end, to everyone's surprise, Lera won, who let slip during the game that she was not playing very well. ...