Chapter
1 - Cap d'Agde, June 1980
My
name is Eva and I'm going to talk a lot about my butt. Don't think that I am
extremely hung up on this part of my body, it is men who are especially
interested in it. My breasts are smaller in comparison, and I would have
preferred a little bit more balanced between my buttocks and my breasts,
because I am only a size 85 B. A friend once told me "You could play volleyball
with Brazilian girls on the beach
of Ipanema
I
never knew my father, I have the impression that my mother doesn't remember who
he was. She is 38 and she is pretty too. I owe her my slim waist and my round
buttocks.
My
mother is a maid. They say that there are no menial jobs, but some are still
more prestigious than others. She has worked for fifteen years in the same
family. I know it well, because since I was a small girl I went there every
Wednesday afternoon. I had to join my mother to help her do the laundry and
hang the clothes. Her bosses are not bad, but they are the bosses. There are
Sir, Madam, Mister Louis and Miss Evelyn, that's how I had to call them also
when I was helping my mother. They did not hesitate to say: "Eva, bring me
a Coke" or "The bell is ringing, hurry girl, go open." When I
complained a little to my mother (after all, I am not the maid) she said
"It does not matter".
My
mother’s bosses are into protocols, she has to wear the uniform, she must make
curtsies, she has to answer the bell, the whole lot.. I must admit that I find
my mother sexy in her uniform with her white apron. Her buttocks are beautiful
and they do stand out she cleans on her knees. Let's say I have mixed feelings
about her work. Pretending to be the maid is one thing but being one is
completely different.. I always said, "I'll be a doctor or a lawyer. I'll
earn a lot of money and it’s me who will have a maid." Alas, I have not
shone in the studies.
Fortunately,
to improve my situation, I can always rely on meeting new people. It is not suitable,
but I'm not shy at all... and I like men. This summer, my mother had to go to
Le Touquet with her bosses and I decided to go alone in the south of France
My
budget being tight I was obliged to make the journey by bus. Paris-Marseille is
12 hours. Then I took another bus to Béziers and one for the Cape
d'Agde.
What
a journey! I flirted with boys to pass the time... It's not like I am
constantly aroused but when I fancy someone I can be more than accommodating to
them.
In
my everyday life I am not a wimp, but sexually, it is not at all the same
thing. I knew this from an early age. At a time when I could neither read nor
write, or barely, I saw a movie on TV like "The Arabian Nights" in
which slaves were forced to obey their masters under the threat of whip. It
impressed me so much that I wanted to write the word "slave." I was
able to write an S, so I asked an uncle how to write "lave" to make
s-lave. He said "that doesn’t exist." Since then, in my dreams, I am
a slave in a harem. With a partner, almost without realizing it, I find myself
kneeling or stretching my arms forward with my wrists crossed for him to hold
firmly his... slave. Once I get out of bed, I become "normal" again,
even demanding at times!
Anyway
now I am in the Cap d'Agde with my small bag. I go to the naturist village and
I undress in a corner. It's quickly done as I was only wearing a pair of jeans
and a tee-shirt. What a delightful feeling... The light breeze makes my nipples
hard and ruffles the hair of my pussy. I walk in the village. Almost everyone
is naked except for the workers who came for a job in the village. The
policemen, too, I suppose. There are various people: beautiful, ugly, thin,
big, but overall, a lot of beautiful girls. Competition will be tough. Almost
all women have shaved or at least groomed pussy. I do stand out with my hairy
pussy! In the mall, everyone is naked. Even the women sitting in the barber’s
chairs. First thing first: I need to find a small-budget hotel.
I
walk into a newsagent and I ask the big fifty-year old blond lady behind the
counter:
— Excuse
me, ma'am, I have just arrived and I am looking for a cheap room.
With
a strong accent of the region, she replies:
— Oh
“pitchounette”, everything is expensive here. You have to go to the town of
Agde or even better in Beziers
I
try to sound like the slave who is afraid of being whipped and ask:
— Any
chance I could find a job Ma’am?
She
looks at me and shakes her head:
— You
are cute as a button so yes, it's possible. You could work as a waitress.
Pfff...
waitress that strangely sounds like being a maid, but I have no other choice.
— Yes
Ma’am, certainly.
She
writes down an address on a piece of paper and says:
— This
is my brother in law’s, tell him Mireille sends you.
I
thank her profusely. She sends me on me my way and kisses me on the cheek
whilst rubbing her large breasts against my small tits. Then she adds:
— Good
luck “pitchounette”.
I
am back in the village, again. Oh! Everyone is naked and... Oh, me too! I go to
the address the lady gave me. The place is along a channel and it is a
restaurant called "Chez Leon" with a terrace at the front. As soon as
I enter the bar I am greeted by a fifty-year-old man sporting a big moustache
from behind the counter and a dozen customers who must be locals. Probably
workers or sailors who work on the many boats across from us on the canal.
Surprisingly they are all dressed and I am the only one naked.
I
start the conversation:
— Hello
Sir. Mireille from the newspapers shop said to come and see you.
— Yes,
that's my sister-in-law. You want to book a table for tonight?
I'm
at the bar, facing the boss, and I feel dozens of eyes on my ass... It's
embarrassing and disturbing.
— She
said you were looking for a waitress.
— Yes,
I have a waitress who left me high and dry. Have you already worked in a
restaurant? No need to lie!
— No
sir, but I'm motivated and I work hard.
A
customer behind me says:
— She
may have no experience, but girl, please turn around and show your back to the
boss.
I
understand what he means. Blushing again, I turn around. The boss makes an
appreciative hissing noise and says:
— With
that kind of butt you don’t need any diplomas.
Everyone
laughs. I join them eventually but reluctantly.
— Okay,
you are on trial period.
— Thank
you very much…
— Hold
on. The work is hard. You'll have to help to clean from10 to 11 AM with the
others girls, then make the service here in the bar and on the terrace from 11
AM to midnight.
Ah
yes, it's still 14 hours of work! And I have to clean like my mother does!
Cleaning in the nude, it must be very special! But what other job could I find?
And then... I try to find reasons to accept. I will meet people... What helps
me decide is that he has a place for me to sleep.
I
tell him:
— I
also have to find a room, a cheap one.
One
customer says:
— You
can come to my house! I have a big bed!
Cue
big laughs. I suddenly realize that they are watching my ass again.
— There
is a little room here, you can share it with another waitress.
Under
these conditions... I hold out my hand, palm up, saying:
— I'm
your new waitress.
We
shake hands.
We
close the deal the way such as horse traders would and one customer says:
— She
can start now, Leon
— Okay.
Leave your bag here, kid.
I
drop it and without my bag I really feel naked in the middle of all these men.
The
boss says:
— What's
your name?
— Eva,
sir.
A
customer calls me immediately to order:
— Eva
baby, bring me a little Ricard.
— And
me, a packet of crisps, Eva.
— And
a Perroquet kid!
Come
on Eva, move up your ass! I get behind the counter to take a glass and I ask
the boss:
— Are
these Pastis glasses?
— Yes.
I
take the bottle of Ricard and fill up the highball glass then pour it. I open
the fridge. The boss shows me where the ice is. I put two ice cubes in the
glass and I fill a small jug of water. I put everything on the tray which I
hold with one hand from below. My ass and I bring the drinks to our customers
who applaud me. I take a bow again and show the boss why I am cut out for job.
Then, facing him this time I salute again and turn my back to customers who
cheer even louder. It's too easy, if I were more flexible I would kiss my butt
on both cheeks to thank it!
I’ll admit that waitressing is a bit
like being a maid but I am over the moon. All I need now is a handsome young
man in a beautiful car.
I bring the crisps, the “parrot” (a
pastis with mint syrup) and the bottle of rosé to the table.
The boss gives me a belt with a
small bag to give change back. Even with this bag around the waist I feel very
naked. I'm feeling horny and even a bit wet...
Of course I know that the boss did
not hire me only for my beautiful eyes and buttocks and surely he must have
other plans for me. Tonight, I think I am going to get shagged. He's not
handsome, but nothing is perfect and he is nice with me. So there's one
solution: doggy style! If I can’t see him I can imagine that I am being fucked
by a rich playboy.
He has to explain a lot to me, but
his customers are happy to watch, so he's happy too.
Luckily I am... a bit of an
exhibitionist. But, what I like is to act as if I do not realize that I am
indecent. For example, the sleeves of my shirt are very wide and some movements
will allow you to see my huge tits. Or I have legs apart and I do not realize
that you can see my panties or more if I forget to wear some.
Customers like to see me walk by. It
is just incredible the effect buttocks can have...
I quickly notice that our customers
have become clumsy! They drop a spoon or even coins. I rush to pick everything
up and I am careful not to bend my legs too much. They obviously have a
panoramic view on the full moon, mine in this instance. And all their doubts
have disappeared, they know I am a girl. When coins are dropped on the floor
they become mine.
The boss tells me:
— Here inside we’re among
friends, we have fun, but on the terrace, there are mostly tourists, do not
show them too much.
A little embarrassed I reply:
— Yes sir.
— And, Eva...
He points at my pussy:
"We'll have to shave all that
stuff off."
I had not thought about that... I
like body hair and I tend to have a hairy pussy and even hairy armpits.
Customers find this amusing
naturally. One of them quips:
— You will feel naked without
your fur.
That is true!
Another one inquires:
— So will we see your little
slit tomorrow?
The boss intervenes:
— Hey, guys, take it easy.
But he’s having as much fun as the
others.
I ask him:
— Shall I have to shave my...
ermm... pussy?
— No, wax it or clear it with a
depilatory cream. Aicha will take care of it. You will share her room.
I tell him:
— I thought the naturists liked
to be natural.
— That's true, but not when it
comes to getting served at the table. They would not want to find a pubic hair
in their bouillabaisse.
That makes sense!
***
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