Amber strolled down the beach, marveling at the sheer beauty of the strip of sand know around the world as St. Tropez. Made famous in the sixties by Brigitte Bardot, it now was the play ground for the idle rich of Europe. This was Amber’s second visit to the continent, but her first to the South of France, and it was all that it was cracked up to be and more!!! It was seven in the morning and she had the entire beach to herself, that is, except for the huge yachts that were moored not more than one hundred yards off shore. Picking up a shells as she went along, Amber could all ready feel the heat from the sun warming her bare back, even at this early hour! When she was far enough away from the main swimming area, she slipped behind some rocks and remove her shorts and halter top, and then lay down on her blanket for some serious sunning! Back in Ohio they didn’t have any nude beaches, and even if they had, she wouldn’t have had the guts to go naked in front of people she may have known, and even in France, five thousand miles from home, she found a secluded spot where no one would bother her. The heat felt good on her body, and the whole situation of being naked and on vacation made her pussy damp with excitement. She was half asleep and didn’t hear the foot steps of an approaching male who also was doing a little shelling, and she was startled awake when he said in a heavy French accent, “Good morning mademoiselle, it is a beautiful day, no!?!” Amber was total flabbergasted by the appearance of the middle aged man and desperately wished he would move on down the beach and leave her alone, but instead he just stood there looking at her naked body while making small talk.