Dressed at least in one thing, we all sat, but then we undressed and returned again, so to speak, to the bosom of nature.

The weight of the food went away, and we wanted to play in the water. We went into the sea, divided into teams - three guys against three girls - and started playing with water, dousing each other.

Having finished the games at sea, we returned to our place. Sergey got three Klinsky bottles out of his backpack, opened them, and the male part of our company enjoyed beer and peanuts as a snack.

When the beer ended, Inna asked:

- Well, what else will we play?

- Maybe in a bottle? - I suggested.

- Great idea! - Joan was delighted. - Only I came up with: let's combine the bottle and forfeits - the one who turns the bottle announces that the one on whom the bottle falls will have to do.

“Cool,” Sergey agreed. - And what will be the desire?

- Maybe something vulgar? - asked Jeanne.

“Yes, not bad,” answered Igor. - But only if, say, a bottle will be twisted by someone of the same sex with whom it falls on, how to be? No, let's just with the opposite sex.

The first to turn the bottle fell Inna.

- Let the one on whom he falls will kiss me passionately! - Inna said happily and spun the bottle.

To my luck, this pleasant privilege fell to me. Our kiss to the audience was excellent and very sweet. Now it's the turn to turn me.

- The one who is lucky now, must carry his lover or lover in his arms to the shore and back! - I said.

It fell to Igor, who lifted Zhanna into his arms and easily walked with her to the shore, but they laughed a lot and, unable to stand laughing, they fell on the sand together, reaching us.

This time, she turned Lera:

- Now, let the one on whom the bottle shows, will kiss one of the girls. In the labia!

- Oh, well, it's quite bold! - Sergey was surprised.

- Well, let's see who will fall out, - answered Lera and spun.

A bottle fell on Joan.

“Yes, Jeanne,” said Igor. - You have to do it. But do not worry, I will not be offended. It's just a game.

“Okay, I'm not a lesbian anyway, but without unnecessary complexes.”

- Jeanne, do you want me? - asked Inna and turned to me. “Do you mind?”

“Well, as you like,” I replied.

Inna lay down, legs apart. Jeanne sat down at her and at first a little shy.

- Come on, come on! Bolder! We want to play on! - Lera encouraged her.

Finally, Jeanne did her job and slightly touched her lips to Inna's vagina. We even applauded our ladies a little for their courage.

Our bottle game continued. We made the most ridiculous, ridiculous and pleasant wishes. We had a lot of fun, and I felt that here, in the Crimea, I learned what happiness is.

In the midst of the game I was overtaken by a small need. I moved to the nearby bushes that grew on the hill. When I returned, I saw the picture from afar, which, in fact, was to finish our naked picnic: Jeanne was sitting on her knees and sucking Igor, and Lera was lying on the sand, while Sergei was processing her vagina with her tongue. Inna stood beside her and stroked her labia.

- Come on, join me, I want it too! - Inna told me when I approached her.

Inna jerked off my penis for a bit, and then I drove Inna into her pussy and, having kissed her, set about rampant fucking. She moaned in tune with my intense penetrations, and her boobs swayed. Igor already fucked Joan in the mouth, which swallowed his big penis with all his might. Lera, gradually slinging her anus on Sergey's dick, cradling her tits in her hands.

On this sand, we succeeded one pose after another. I was even a little excited by the fact that I copulate with a girl in the presence of other people who also copulate.

Soon Inna finished, she even got squirting.Then I brought my dick to her and splashed my sperm on Inna's tongue. Her whole mouth was in a thick white mass, which she swallowed. Almost at the same time Sergey finished with me, ending up on Lera’s chest, and Igor finished Jeanne right inside, but this was not surprising, since he had a condom.

When we decided to leave, it was already seven in the evening. Sergey put all the garbage in his backpack so as not to litter the beach. Reaching the border of the nudist beach, we said goodbye and, tired, went to Inna home.

In general, it was an unforgettable week of my nudist holiday, although I only met with Inna's friends once. The rest of the time I spent with Inna. We went to the beach and fucked almost every day. During the rest, we acquired a light chocolate tan, and, most importantly, a tan. Once Inna and I even walked at night, along the empty shore near the house, and then indulged in mutual oral caress under a starry sky.

But my rest came to an end. On the last day I realized that I was very attached to Inna. I loved her, my beautiful plump cutie. On the morning of the last day I woke up and, in order not to wake Inna, I quietly packed my things. I was hurt in my soul when I put on my clothes again and left my nudist role, but it was not from this pain, but from separation. A lump came up to my throat like a cactus, it was hard to breathe and even wanted to cry, but I was holding back with all my might. I simply could not say goodbye to Inna - it would be beyond my strength.

Already at the airport, I called my parents, informed them that I was going home. Only I put the phone down, a voice familiar to me called out to me - it was Jeanne. She was dressed in a summer dress with small flowers. She ran to me.

“Good thing you haven't flown yet,” she said. - I'm from Inna. She is very sad. She would like to come and say goodbye to you, but she cannot, therefore she sent me. She asked me to give you this, - Inna took a small speckled shell out of her purse - That she took on the shore unnoticed from you. I wanted to make a surprise. Here's something else, - she took out the flash drive from the bag. - There all your photos from the rest. And she asked you to pass this kiss. Of course, I understand that my kiss will not be as pleasant as hers, but imagine that this is she who kisses you, okay?

Jeanne kissed me on the lips. It was clumsy, embarrassing, but it was touching, as she conveyed this to me from Inna.

- Well, goodbye. Happily you fly, - said Jeanne and hurriedly walked from the airport.

In mixed and confused feelings, I headed for customs control. At the last moment I found that I had dropped the ticket. I already rushed to look for him, but I heard behind my back:

- Hey! Is this not your ticket?

I turned around and saw the man who found my ticket. It turned out to be a guy, about my age, maybe a little younger, a brunette, with eyes of a light blue color, a taut physique, the muscles on his arms were quite developed. He was wearing a black sweatshirt, red shorts. On top of his head he had Ray Ban Aviator black glasses. I paid no less attention to the girl who was with him - the fair-haired brown-eyed beauty, who struck me with her appearance - just as Inna had once struck. This girl had an excellent physique - a neat bosom, a great waist and a beautiful ass, which was wrapped in white leggings.

I approached this guy who saved my ticket:

- By chance I saw. Be careful with the tickets, - he answered, smiling. - You, as I understand it, have already rested here?

“Yes,” I replied, taking my ticket.

- So how is it here? And then I decided to get out, enjoy the Crimean nature.

“Well here,” I said, and added. - Yes, I advise you to go to the nudist beach.

- What? Seriously, is he here? - interested girl. “Is it far to him?”

- Not really. Find your own way there. Well, I have to go to the plane. Nice to relax - I answered.

- Thank. You a good flight, - the guy wished me and, hugging his girlfriend, went, rolling his bag.

At two o'clock in the morning I flew home and immediately went to bed.In a dream, memories of my vacation in the Crimea and, of course, of Inna rushed through my passages. All this was vague and gradually stopped in a deep sleep.

The next day, inserting the coveted USB flash drive into the computer, I looked through the photos and sighed melancholically, thinking: I would still see Inna again, if fate turns this way. Be sure to see.